She seemed lost in painful memories, muttering to herself, "'Gold' and 'Stone' serve as a warning... Gold and Stone serve as a warning... Feng Jingui, Wang Shi'an... The two people he trusted most were his childhood friend and his butler who had been with him for over a decade... Why? Why did it have to be this way!"
"Grandma, is that Wang Shi'an the 'A Si' mentioned in the letter?" Jiang Jinxiu asked softly.
Grandma Luo nodded, her eyes filled with sorrow and pain: "Yes. His real name is Wang Shi'an. Because he was the fourth child in his family, everyone in the mansion called him A-Si. He was a few years older than your grandfather. He was steady and meticulous. Your grandfather trusted him very much and entrusted him with many things in the family. When I married into the family, he was already the head steward of the mansion."
"So... what's his relationship with Feng Jingui?" Gu Xichen asked.
"very good."
Grandma Luo said without hesitation, "Jingui is introverted and doesn't like to talk, but he is closest to your grandfather and A-Si. Your grandfather likes calligraphy and painting, so Jingui helps him take care of the flowers and plants, and A-Si helps him collect all kinds of antiques. The three of them often spend most of the day in the study. I used to joke with your grandfather that the three of them were his true friends, and I was like an outsider."
At this point, a bitter smile appeared on Grandma Luo's face, but her tears fell even more profusely.
"I never imagined that one of these two people, who risked his life to save his master and became our Zhao family's benefactor for decades, was actually the murderer of your grandfather! No... now it seems that Feng Jingui wasn't a benefactor at all; they're in cahoots! They're all wolves in sheep's clothing!"
The old lady became agitated again, grabbing Jiang Junrong's arm and digging her nails into his flesh.
“Anbang, tell me, why is this? Our Zhao family has treated them well! The Jin Gui family has worked for us for generations. We hired the best doctors to treat his father's illness, and the dowry for his sister's marriage was all provided by the family! As for Wang Shi'an, your grandfather treated him like an elder brother, entrusting him with the management of the family accounts without ever questioning him! Why would they do this? How can people's hearts be so wicked!”
Jiang Junrong couldn't say a word; he didn't know how to comfort his mother.
His own hatred and grief were about to overflow.
The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
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