With this in mind, Nangong Ji slowly approached the bed and looked down at Nangong Jing, who was propped up against the headboard.

"Father," Nangong Jing called out, her face pale.

With a slight nod, Nangong Ji got straight to the point.

"Jingjing, I have something to ask you. Before you lost consciousness, did you see anything? Or do you remember anything at all? Tell me everything, no matter how trivial. Only then can I find a way to identify the true culprit who killed your brother and harmed you."