After the young master finished saying this, he lowered his eyes.

Look out the window.

From this angle, you can just see the beautiful and prosperous mountains and rivers of Fengjiang.

"Eighty-three days to go."

"I can't protect her much longer."

The young master whispered coolly: "It's time for someone from the Quan family to come."

The direct subordinate who had been with the young master for many years suddenly almost fell to the ground when he heard these two words that were like a bolt from the blue.

Quan... Quan family?!

Could it be!!

The subordinate suddenly raised his head, his voice filled with fear and trembling deep into his soul: "Quan... Quan family? Young Master, you are talking about that..."

The young master raised his hand gracefully and interrupted his subordinate's words.

He folded his hands on the table and said with dignity: "It's nothing, just pretend you haven't heard anything. Eighty-three days later, the young master of Fengjiang died of illness, which is good."

The subordinate pursed his lips tightly, feeling his nose sore.

He endured it for a long while.

He still spoke out: "Young Master, please forgive me for not being able to hold back my words."

"Twenty years ago, Si Yu's murder of his mother and sister was a foregone conclusion. The person who first stepped forward to resist the pressure was obviously the young master. But you convened an emergency meeting and forcibly preserved Si Yu."

"The senior management of the headquarters retreated and could only retreat until they took back Si Yu's identity."

"But you got into an angry argument with the young master afterwards, and in a fit of anger, you wanted to take away Si Yu's identity chip."

Some of the words that the subordinates were holding back could be said to be completely dragged out: "It was obviously decided at the meeting to take back Si Yu's identity. Why do you have to bear all this pressure on yourself?"

"And Mrs. Si."

"You were afraid that my master would waste his life points, so you rescued Mrs. Si in order to clear Si Yu's innocence, so you forcibly ordered Mrs. Si to be cremated."

"Although the Si family doesn't say anything, their grudge against you has long been buried in their hearts."

Halfway through, the young master raised his head.

The voice was as clear as the moon and as cool as a whistle: "So what?"

"I know that the young master doesn't care." The subordinate lowered his head and continued speaking at the risk of beheading.

"You have been looking for a way to bring the dead back to life for the past twenty years, but you have never found one."

"Until the Si family inheritance ceremony begins, you have no choice but to risk your life and use your own skills to forcefully revive Mrs. Si. But in the end, you still have to hide it from the little master."

"Is it really worth it?"

worth?

The meaning of these two words is too profound.

"Of course it's worth it." The young master stretched out his well-joined fingers and placed his fingertips on the top of the screen. After a while, he softly squeezed out a line of words: "I am her ninth uncle."

"I told you."

"I want to protect her all her life."

"How can you break your promise?"

Suddenly.

The young master withdrew his slender and white hand and stood up slowly.

This action will make his white gown float vertically and lightly. His temperament is so clean that it is not stained by earthly customs. He is obviously a mortal, but people always think of the word "immortal".

"Have you found out what I ordered you to do?" the young master asked with his hands behind his back.

Subordinates heard it.

Immediately kneel on the ground.

He spoke with some self-blame: "I'm sorry for my subordinate's incompetence. I didn't find any information, but through him, I was able to recognize at a glance that the 'little master' is not from Fengjiang."

"I can confirm that..."

The subordinate who was reporting raised his head and looked at the coldness in the eyes of the young master.
Chapter completed!