Luo was still immersed in Yan Che's praise when the topic was changed so quickly that she didn't react in time and instinctively said something.
"I heard you went to the ancestral hall?"
Oh, I see. What Mr. Luo is concerned about must be related to someone in the ancestral hall.
However, Mrs. Luo reacted quickly, immediately putting on a crying face, picking up a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
“My husband has just died, and it is a pity that he has no descendants. I can’t help but feel sad every time I think about it. Now that someone has died in the ancestral hall, I am more and more afraid.”
"Could it be that man who looks exactly like my husband, trying to seize his family fortune?"
"Family property?" She didn't believe it. If there was anyone in this house who cared about Master Sima, it was the man in black robes.
She looked at Madam Luo; even this lady harbored ulterior motives.
So she decided to cut to the chase and asked, "I've heard that you look exactly like the late Mrs. Sima. Are you aware of this?"
Luo's crying stopped for a moment, which was tantamount to admitting her guilt without being asked.
She wiped the tears from her face and looked at Yan Qing with a forced smile.
“Mrs. Su is indeed remarkable. In that case, I don’t need to pretend anymore. — That’s right, I deliberately disguised myself like this. I already look about 70% like the late Mrs. Sima. With a little dressing up, Mr. Sima will naturally come at my beck and call.”
"Then the lady must have come for the treasures in Master Sima's mansion as well?"
“That’s right.” Madam Luo smiled and looked at the two of them. “There has been a legend since ancient times that the flesh of the Tai Sui is extremely rare, and eating it can grant immortality. Master Sima has such a treasure all to himself, yet he is unwilling to share it. Tell me, who else but him should die?”
Yan Qing's face remained impassive, but her heart was in turmoil. It turned out that Master Sima's secret was related to the legendary elixir of immortality—Tai Sui.
However, such a wondrous thing is just a legend; how could it really exist?
So she casually probed, "I also heard that the matter of Master Sima having a 'Tai Sui' is just a play he directed and acted in himself. How could you believe that?"
Yan Qing had originally planned to trick her, but Luo Shi gave her an unexpected surprise.
"This is absolutely true. You probably don't know, but as far as I know, Master Sima is already eighty-nine years old this year, and he might be even older."
"How is this possible?! Isn't Master Sima only thirty-six years old this year?" And he looks like he's in his thirties. Has this Lady Luo gone mad?
"Hahaha—you don't know this, do you? Although the Sima family claims to have existed for three generations, how can three generations of a family look exactly alike?"
"More importantly, the Sima family has never had any children. The heir is always said to be studying away from home and only returning home to inherit the family business when he grows up."
"Bullshit!" Luo suddenly laughed loudly. "I don't know about others, but we'd recognize him even if you skinned him alive!"
It seems that the hatred between this Luo family member and Master Sima must be even greater!
"Could it be that you have some deep-seated blood feud?" Yan Qing feigned curiosity.
Luo made no attempt to hide anything, saying, “Fifty years ago, my grandfather, and twenty years ago, my parents, all died at his hands—to be precise, they died in that artificial lake.”
“But—” Yan Qing interrupted her, “aren’t you only eighteen years old?”
"Of course not. I am twenty-two years old this year. The claim that I am eighteen is just to make Master Sima mistakenly believe that I am the reincarnation of his wife."
If that's the case, could it be that the death of Master Sima—
Luo's Eating
He laughed. "Of course I wanted to kill him with my own hands. In fact, I was planning to do it on our wedding night. Unfortunately, some kind soul took care of him first. Thinking about it now, it's such a pity!"
“However—” her eyes shifted, “Ms. Su, I didn’t invite you here, so how did you get here?”
His words made no attempt to conceal his suspicion of her.
Yan Qing was also stunned. She had indeed come with an invitation letter, and the letter was still in her backpack.
So she quickly took it out for Mr. Luo to authenticate, and as expected, it was not Mr. Luo's handwriting at all.
Just as the three were looking at each other in bewilderment, the old monk's smiling voice came from outside the window.
“Amitabha, benefactor, why don’t you allow this old monk to take a look?”
Yan Qing looked up and saw that the three people who had been resting were now all there. She immediately realized that this was a trap set for her!
An elderly monk took the letter and examined it carefully. This examination caused a drastic change in the old monk's expression; he seemed to have seen a ghost.
"How...how is this possible?!"
"What? How is that possible?" Why is the old monk's attitude so strange?
The old monk ignored the person who interrupted and instead turned straight to Yan Qing.
"Benefactor Su, where did you get this letter from?!"
Yan Qing was a little confused. "Of course, someone else sent it to me. I only found out that it was Mrs. Luo who invited me because of her signature on it."
Indeed, the letter was filled with earnest words, urging her to come no matter what.
"But, but this is clearly the late Madam's handwriting!" The old monk looked like he'd seen a ghost. "But the late Madam has been dead for eighteen years!! How could she write you a letter?"
"What?!!"
This news completely stunned everyone. A dead person actually wrote her a letter. The sheer absurdity of this matter was comparable to the fact that Master Sima was eighty-nine years old.
A deathly silence filled the air for a moment.
After a long while, Mr. Luo was the first to react.
"Could it be that, could it be that she, like Master Sima, has been alive all along?"
"How is this possible?!" Yan Che immediately exclaimed. Has this world become a fantasy?
Yan Qing didn't know whether to believe her. But Madam Luo actually produced evidence. She pointed to the room she was in and said,
"I didn't tell the truth just now because I was concerned about saving face. In fact, all the furnishings in this room were designed by my late wife before she died. Because of their elegant style, I deliberately said that they were my own."
"Now that I think about it, look at these decorations again. Don't they seem like the tastes of an older woman? They're more like those of an old person."
Luo's words gave Yan Qing an even bolder guess.
"Could it be that this Master Sima has lived for more than eighty-nine years? Perhaps even longer?"
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