178 I am two-times widower

[Past]

It's dark. Frost begins to form on the grass blades. Fire in the lamps flicker, revealing the subtle flow of the wind. His soldiers, clad- in black, are looking for the dead. 

So, his second bride is also dead. 

Deep crinkles form on his forehead as he studies the massacre. The face of the woman was destroyed. Her accompanying servants and the soldiers were killed swiftly; however, the woman, who was his bride, was killed in the crueller way. Someone was holding a grudge. 

This is not someone who is against improving the civil relations between two kingdoms. This person, who has killed his both brides, maybe holding something against him. 

"This isn't good," Wang Si mumbles beside him. 

Yes, this isn't good. But not good for what? 

"Did you offend someone recently?" Wang Si questions him tersely with a voice loud enough for only him.