Wen Xirou didn't let Wen Xingzhi make a move but instead wielded the sword herself. With a swift and decisive stroke, she killed herself, her head falling to the ground.
Straightforward, decisive, without another word, she just handed her head to Wen Xingzhi.
Wen Xingzhi looked at the head on the ground, silent for a long time. After a moment, he began to laugh, laughing more and more, the laughter shaking his chest and abdomen, causing the Shadow outside to push the door open and enter. He was about to ask the young master what happened when he saw the second young lady's head rolling on the ground and swallowed the words he was about to say.
Wen Xingzhi slowly stood up, glanced at Shadow, and ordered, "Bring that box to hold my second sister's head."
Shadow responded immediately, retreated, and soon returned with a box. Just as he was about to bend down, Wen Xingzhi said, "Give it to me."
Shadow handed the box to Wen Xingzhi.
