Just as they were chatting and laughing as they entered the Municipal Government Guesthouse, a postman took out a telegram, held it in both hands and handed it to Sun Yat-sen. Sun Yat-sen took a look at the cover of the telegram and said with a smile on his face.

"It's Huang Xing calling, there must be good news."

After saying that, with a "chirp" sound, he tore open the seal of the telegram envelope, took out the telegram and read it. Suddenly, Sun Yat-sen smiled suddenly, and his originally shining red face turned gloomy, and then the hand holding the telegram trembled slightly.

He lowered his eyes and lowered his hands, and walked out the door with heavy steps.

The impatient Ma Junwu quickly followed out and asked in a low voice.

"Husband, what happened?"

Sun Yat-sen then turned around and handed the telegram to Ma Junwu. Ma Junwu hurriedly unfolded it. He Tianjiong and Dai Jitao rushed forward and read the telegram——

"Song Jiaoren was assassinated at Shanghai Huning Station on the evening of the 20th. After resuscitation failed, he died on the morning of the 22nd."

"ah"

The bad news that came from the telegram was like a bolt from the blue. The three of them were all stunned. They could hardly believe the content of the telegram, but the telegram was sent by Huang Xing.

"husband……"

Just when Ma Junwu was about to speak, Sun Yat-sen, who looked solemn, suddenly spoke.

"This is a political assassination of Yuan Shikai. Yuan Shikai must have sent someone to assassinate Song Duchu."

"Husband, Keqiang, Yingshi, please return home immediately to preside over important events."

After Dai Jitao reminded him, Sun Yat-sen was silent for a moment before turning around and speaking to Dai Jitao, Ma Junwu and He Tianjiong.

"Well, we will return to China immediately to preside over the case against Yuan, for the sake of bluntness, and to seek justice for our Kuomintang."

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Chapter completed!