On the grave mound, a red artificial flower sways in the wind.
Grandpa He couldn't control himself; the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled together, and tears streamed down his face like a spring.
"Treason! They are all traitors!!"
Su Zikun hugged him, "Grandpa, you still have me. Xiaokun will always be by your side."
Grandpa He patted him on the back, "Among his children and grandchildren, only Xiao Kun is a decent person."
He Mohua was stabbed in the back again, and now he finally understood why his father hated him.
He was once highly regarded and groomed to be the heir to the He Group.
But he was too willful. He didn't study business behind his father's back, but instead studied acting and entered the entertainment industry to become a minor star.
My father must have been very disappointed at that time.
He Mohua does not regret his choice back then. His personality is not suitable for being a company leader; he is better suited for creating independently.
What's more, he's mentally unstable and can transform at any time.
Oh no, this familiar feeling is coming back.
It can change in an instant.
He Mohua's eyes darkened, and he stood with his hands behind his back. "Father, I have been intelligent since childhood. I am first in all six arts. I can use my pen to bring peace to the world and I can use my horse to conquer the world."
"When I was young, I went to the frontier to drive out the barbarians and never lost a battle. Yet you have made a mentally challenged child the crown prince. Where is justice?!"
Grandpa He was startled. "He's gone mad."
Su Zikun weakly explained, "My uncle is currently filming a court drama and is too immersed in the role. He'll be fine in a bit."
He Mohua was still going crazy, saying, "If the sixth prince succeeds to the throne, the world will be in chaos, the people will suffer terribly, and the Liang Kingdom will perish immediately."
"Please, Father, pass the throne to me!!"
Old Master He was completely dumbfounded. "Should I go back? How dare you! Imperial Guards, seize this rebellious son!"
Su Zikun's lips twitched. "Grandpa knows so much. We don't need to pay attention to Uncle."
He Mohua suddenly picked up a wooden stick and rushed over, shouting, "I'll take my seat myself!!"
Su Zikun screamed, "Holy crap! Uncle's really gone mad! Grandpa, run!"
Grandpa He stood there, looking relaxed. "My legs are numb, I can't run. You hold them off for your grandfather."
Su Zikun ran back again, "Uncle, wake up."
He Mohua swung his staff, "Sixth brother, blame Father Emperor! Rest in peace!"
The stick was only ten centimeters above Su Zikun's head. He wanted to run but dared not, and shouted for help.
"Master, kick!"
Lin Xi remained silent and struck He Mohua on the back of the neck with a palm strike.
He Mohua staggered two steps and collapsed, unconscious.
Hu Biao helped him up and walked him to the side. "Sorry, it's an old problem. It'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
Grandpa He asked tactfully, "Has he always been like this?"
No wonder the youngest son rarely comes home; he often locks himself in and talks to himself while facing the wall.
Hu Biao returned a smile, "Occasionally."
I met a master this year and only made the mistake twice.
Su Zikun suddenly spoke up, "Grandpa, I think Uncle's problem stems from you."
"Why didn't he become a flamboyant male model, but instead became a prince whose crown prince position was usurped?"
"Because of the lack of parental love."
Grandpa He looked shocked. "Sexy male model, he does this kind of thing outside, and he's supposed to be from a big family, huh?"
Su Zikun covered his face.
The more I explained, the more wrong it seemed; my grandfather was too good at grasping the key points.
Grandpa He coughed heavily. "Now that the matter of the ancestral graves has been resolved, let's go down the mountain."
Hu Biao carried He Mohua down the road, Lin Xi dragged Qingwu, and Su Zikun supported the old man.
The group took a cable car and soon arrived at the villa at the foot of the mountain.
Grandpa He ordered tea to be served. "Master, please sit a while longer. It's all thanks to you for catching this man; otherwise, we wouldn't have noticed the corpse was already rotting."
"You're welcome." Lin Xi took out a QR code. "I have other things to do after I receive the money."
Hu Biao transferred the money with one hand, saying, "Thank you for making the trip, Master. I'll take you back."
Su Zikun interrupted, "You take your uncle home, and I'll take the master to the fortune-telling hall."
“Okay.” Hu Biao did not refuse.
Su Zikun waved, "Goodbye, Grandpa."
Grandpa He lowered his eyelids and remained silent.
Seeing that the two were about to leave, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Master, you know He Jue, right?"
Lin Xi nodded. "I've heard of him."
Grandpa He opened his mouth, "Master, if you meet He Jue again, please tell him... someone misses him very much."
Lin Xi didn't say anything and walked away.
She met He Jue/Shi Kong, but wasn't in the mood to chat.
This guy delivered a time bomb, and I wonder where he's hiding, watching her make a fool of herself.
What exactly is the Jiang family hiding?
Lin Xi sighed softly.
Su Zikun asked, "Where did the master go?"
"Special Administration Bureau".
...
In a certain ancient castle, a monument stands in the center of a room.
Shi Kong sat on the grave mound, a red flower dangling from his mouth, his gaze fixed on the sky outside the window.
After a long while, he smiled.
"Grandpa, take care of yourself. I wish you live to be a hundred years old. A hundred years old is enough. Living too long will make you an old man who never dies, and that will be annoying to people."
"On the day you are buried, I will recite the Rebirth Sutra to help you be reborn in a better realm."
Shi Kong touched his bald head and began striking the wooden fish faster and faster in his hand.
Thump! Thump—!
My mind is in turmoil.
Will we be able to wait until that day?
Thump thump thump!
There was a knock on the door.
"Master Shikong, the Lord wishes to see you."
Shi Kong smiled and said, "You're here."
He struck it hard, and the wooden fish shattered into pieces.
Behind him was a large pile of broken wooden fish.
"Oh dear, I've smashed so much, what a sin!"
Shi Kong clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "Little wooden fish, wait patiently for my return."
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