At this moment.

Liu Sheng suddenly broke free and stood up: "You'd better do as you say and have no hope for the family fortune."

Before Liu Fei and Li Xiaoli could speak...

Yan Jiu suddenly said, "If you really want to discuss the inheritance at the funeral, I can find the parties involved and talk about the division of the estate in person."

Everyone: "..." What does that mean?

Understanding Yan Jiu's implied meaning, Old Master Chu said, "No need, some people have heart problems."

Old Master Chu recalled his experience of that one-night trip to the underworld, and he never wanted to go through it again.

My old friend is gone, so be it.

He really didn't want to see his old friend again.

Considering the public's acceptance level, Yan Jiu ultimately decided not to summon Old Master Liu from the underworld.

But just then...

A gust of cold wind blew in.

It swept through the once quiet funeral hall.

A while later.

The wind gradually subsided.

The once quiet mourning hall was now empty, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

Yan Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Grandpa Liu came up by himself.

Yan Jiu calculated that today was the seventh day after Old Master Liu's death, and those who still had attachments to the mortal world could return.

Grandpa Liu stood beside his urn.

He looked at the pale-faced Liu Sheng.

Li Xiaoli's eyes welled up with tears, and she looked around helplessly: "Is that Grandpa?"

Grandpa Liu looked at Li Xiaoli with a kind expression: "Silly girl, if you keep crying, you'll ruin your eyes."

Liu Fei gazed intently: "Do you have any last wishes?"

Grandpa Liu chuckled and said, "You two-faced brat, do you not know what I wish for? Of course, I hope you can put aside past grievances and come back to take charge of the overall situation."

Liu Sheng retorted, "Don't scare me. You guys must have teamed up to frighten me. I saw the old man go into the crematorium with my own eyes. I don't believe in ghosts."

He casually flicked his sleeves.

He was feigning calm.

Grandpa Liu looked at Liu Sheng with a mixture of disappointment and anger: "You really are a grandson."

Grandpa Liu had always known Liu Sheng's character: he was petty, narrow-minded, and lacked sophistication, but due to his health, he could no longer correct him.

Ultimately, it was because of him that bad "people" moved into the house, subtly influencing Liu Sheng.

Yan Jiu suddenly said, "Some people are born this way, and the influence of their environment is far less profound than their innate thoughts."

Her implication was that Yagyu was this kind of person to begin with. His living environment changed him, but even without Hannya's influence, Yagyu was still this kind of person at heart.

Yagyu was destined to be an unfilial, disloyal, and unjust person.

Yan Jiu's words made Old Master Liu freeze in place.

Liu Sheng was displeased. He yelled at Yan Jiu, "Are you done yet! Why are you humiliating me like this? I'm young, and I was deceived by your aunt... Why are you still bothering me?!"

The echo reverberated three times in the mourning hall.

Everyone present heard it clearly.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't touch her, Old Master Liu would have loved to take action directly: "Do you need to be humiliated by a young friend? I was blind to have ever thought you were good enough for her!"

He wasn't afraid of how much his descendants hated or resented him, because he knew it was what he deserved, what he was right to do.

However, innocent people should not be involved; some criticisms should be directed at him alone.

Yan Jiu was simply stating the facts.

How can it be considered humiliating?

Taking advantage of everyone's presence, Yagyu said, "If you don't apologize, I won't forgive you."

Yan Jiu's thin lips parted and closed: "Idiot."

The crowd, who had initially wanted to stand up for Yan Jiu, fell into a deathly silence.

If they weren't mistaken, the 13 Yan Jiu mentioned should be the Arabic numeral B.

Chu Nian blinked her big eyes: "13? Nian Nian only learned 10, what's 13, sister? Is it very big?"

Yan Jiu explained earnestly, "The number itself doesn't mean anything, but in this day and age, it has a negative connotation. Our noble princess doesn't need to understand these things; from now on, knights will pave the way for you."

Chu Nian nodded thoughtfully: "Lang Lang from kindergarten is Nian Nian's knight. Nian Nian will call him now."

Hearing this, Chu's father took his younger daughter from his eldest daughter's arms and asked who Lang Lang was.

Chu Sisi whispered, "Sister, Asheng didn't mean anything by it. Could you please stop arguing for my sake? You wouldn't expect me to beg you, would you?"

Yan Jiu nodded: "If you're asking for a favor, you should have the right attitude. Kneel down and kowtow to me first."

Everyone: "..."

Liu Sheng strode up to Chu Sisi: "Sisi, what are you begging her for? Do you think begging her will make her let me go after humiliating me?"

Yan Jiu stroked his chin and said seriously, "It's hard to say. I'm a magnanimous and generous person. If she really kneels down, I might not criticize you."

Liu Sheng choked.

He secretly regretted it a little.

If only I had known.

He just stopped talking to people.

Chu Chu sighed softly: I wonder which unlucky guy will end up taking his sister away. I'll offer my condolences in advance.

Grandpa Liu strolled around the mourning hall.

They were very satisfied with the funeral arrangements.

He walked up to Yan Jiu.

He thought Yan Jiu couldn't see him.

They had no intention of sitting on the ground in a proper manner.

I'd only sat halfway down.

He paused.

Grandpa Liu swayed to the left, then to the right, and Yan Jiu's gaze followed closely behind.

He then realized that Yan Jiu could see him!

Grandpa Liu was shocked: "Young friend, you can see me."

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