Sun Lurong was also somewhat confused, "Could it be that Lord Sheng...?"

She didn't voice her uneasy suspicions, but Wei Shuwan understood what her mother meant, so she gently comforted her, "Mother, don't worry, Lord Sheng is in good health and will surely live a long and happy life."

And that was indeed the case; in her previous life, until her accident, Lord Sheng was still perfectly fine.

Before long, Uncle Zhong came over with the gatekeeper. He first greeted Wei Zheng and his wife, and then looked around at the other people in the room.

Wei Zheng suspected that there was something taboo about what he was talking about, so he quickly said, "If Uncle Zhong feels uncomfortable here, you can move to the backyard to discuss it in detail."

"No need, no need, this is perfect. This old servant is actually here on the orders of Lord Sheng to deliver something to Lord Sun." As he said this, Uncle Zhong's gaze was already fixed on Sun Xingjian.

Sun Xingjian was slightly taken aback, after all, he had no dealings with the Sheng family, and he had only heard of Sheng Gong by name but had never met him. Sun Xingjian stepped forward, and Uncle Zhong handed him the brocade-wrapped item he was holding with both hands, which Sun Xingjian accepted with both hands.

"Thank you for making this trip, Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong spoke respectfully, but his expression was slightly serious: "Lord Sun, this is just for you to take a look. This old servant has to take it back. Lord Sheng will need it when he goes to the palace early tomorrow morning."

The words "entering the palace" seemed to add to the mystery of the item, making it even more difficult to guess what was inside. Sun Xingjian frowned and lifted the brocade to reveal an ebony box with a relief of cranes and auspicious clouds inside.

Sun Xingjian didn't notice anything amiss, but Wei Shuwan recognized it at a glance: "This is the box my maternal grandfather left behind before he left."

The box contained two parts: one was my maternal grandfather's will, and the other was something that Sun Lurong was to pass on to Master Sheng. Now, however, Master Sheng has returned it.

Sun Xingjian's heart skipped a beat. Compared to other father-son relationships, his relationship with his father was indeed distant, but he still carried his father's blood in his veins. When he received his sister's letter informing him of his father's passing, he was grieving for quite some time.

Seeing his belongings now brought back that feeling, and this grown man suddenly felt unsteady on his feet.

Sun Xingjian forced himself to calm down, opened the box, and found a scroll inside. He hesitated and looked up at Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong smiled and gestured for him to open it: "Lord Sun, please open it and take a look."

Sun Xingjian swallowed hard and slowly unfurled the scroll.

Wei Shuwan was standing next to her uncle, so she could clearly see the contents of the petition. It was a memorial requesting the Emperor to grant Sun Xingjian the title of hereditary noble!

Wei Shuwan had seen her maternal grandfather's will in person. His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, leaving a deep impression on her. But the letter in front of her was written in neat and orderly characters, completely different from the handwriting in the original will.

But Wei Shuwan knew that this was written by her maternal grandfather, because the hardship was evident in the straight lines of the characters. She could almost see her frail grandfather struggling to write each stroke neatly through those characters.

This memorial must have been written by my maternal grandfather on his deathbed.

Wei Shuwan couldn't help but recall the day she went to the Marquis's mansion with her mother, when she could hear the two brothers arguing fiercely over the title of heir apparent. It was under such circumstances that her maternal grandfather had become heartbroken over his two sons, which was why he made the difficult decision to pass the title to Sun Xingjian, who was not by her side.

Holding the memorial, Sun Xingjian couldn't help but shed tears. He had always believed that his mother, sister, and he were different from his own family in his father's eyes, and he had always felt that he was just an outsider.

But the memorial his father left behind told him otherwise. His father deeply loved his mother, until his death; his father also cared about him and his older sister, and even in death, he thought of them…

This might not be enough for others, but it was enough for him, enough to put his mind at ease.

Despite his many grievances, the father went to the other side to apologize to the mother.

Sun Xingjian rolled up the document again, carefully put it back into the box, and then handed it back to Uncle Zhong.

"I would like to trouble Uncle Zhong to convey my gratitude to Lord Sheng on my behalf. However, I have another request."