Chapter 72 – 72 72 Going Downstairs

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Going Downstairs Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Going Downstairs At that moment, Uncle Zhong the Ninth took off the black mask covering his face, relaxed his furrowed eyebrows and sighed, “Master Yan is too polite.

It’s truly a pity for such a young life to end abruptly.

However, having a great elder like you taking care of his funeral affairs, his walk in the world of the living was not in vain.”

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and after sharing a glance with Uncle Zhong the Ninth, he turned and instructed Liuyun, who stood behind him, “Take Jiugong to the villa to rest.

When the rain stops, escort them down the mountain.”

“Yes.”

…

Minutes later, at the South Sea Mountain Villa, three black sedans pulled up at the entrance.

Liuyun arranged for the villa’s servants to take good care of everything and then rushed back to the South Sea Mansion two kilometers away.

Upon entering the mansion, Li Qiao finally took off her mask and followed a servant to the living room to rest for a while.

At that moment, Mo Qi looked around the luxurious and grand living room with astonishment; the phrase ‘resplendent with gold and jade’ wouldn’t be an overstatement, and this was merely a temporary resting villa.

He secretly marveled, unable to help but marvel at the allure of power and wealth, “Teacher, are you very familiar with that gentleman?”

As his words fell, Li Qiao, sitting in a single-seat sofa, also slowly lifted her head.

Earlier at the cemetery, they had all been wearing masks, and Li Qiao had not spoken to Shang Yu from beginning to end, so it was unclear whether he had recognized her.

But judging from the conversation between Jiugong and Shang Yu, they seemed to be old acquaintances.

Just then, Uncle Zhong the Ninth, holding a cup of tea served by a servant, blew on the hot steam and said with a calm tone, “I’ve helped with the encoffining of a few of his deceased subordinates before, so you could say I am familiar.”

“Then do you have to personally attend the funerals at the cemetery every time?” Mo Qi asked another question, considering that the undertaker’s manual did not include attending funerals.

Today, under Jiugong’s lead, they had gone there together.

At the question, Uncle Zhong the Ninth took a sip of his hot tea, his wrinkled cheeks showing signs of weariness, and gave Mo Qi an annoyed look, “Why do you have so many questions?”

Clearly, Jiugong didn’t want to answer.

Touching his nose, Mo Qi glanced at Li Qiao and mumbled to himself, “I’m just curious!”

“Ask what should be asked, but don’t be curious about what shouldn’t be.”

Just then, the servants had finished preparing the guest rooms and came to invite them to rest.

All the while, Li Qiao had remained silent, following the servant to the upstairs guest room.

Once inside, she sat in the armchair by the window, staring out at the heavy rain, lost in thought.

The farewell ceremony that day gave her new insight into Shang Yu.

In rumors, he was the South Sea’s obsessive and arrogant mysterious Overlord.

But in her eyes, the Shang Yu of today clearly seemed like a leader of the Yan Emperor’s rank, deeply valuing loyalty and righteousness.

Even his devoted subordinates likely surrendered to him for this very reason.

At this moment, the cellphone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.

Li Qiao picked it up lazily and glanced at it, her heart skipping a beat.

It was a WeChat message from Shang Yu.

It contained just two simple words: “Come downstairs.”

Li Qiao’s heartbeat accelerated, and then she got up and walked toward the door.

At this time, the living room was empty.

Li Qiao walked down the stairs, passed through the foyer, and when she pushed open the brown door of the villa, the handsome man standing in the rain with a black silk umbrella came into view.

He was still in that solemn black suit, standing amidst the wind and rain, so striking that everything around him seemed blurred and indistinct.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, with a hint of tiredness in her eyes, and stepped towards him.

Under the umbrella where the light was dim, she looked up at Shang Yu’s deep eyes and smiled, “Master Yan, when did you recognize me?”