I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 791: Best Wishes for You, Autumn and Winter

The completely out-of-control scene before their eyes far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Even the usually calm Shen Jiao stood up in disbelief. She knew all too well how much Shen Zhuang had sacrificed and tolerated his people, and to see him act so decisively and coldly now, she must have been deeply hurt.

Jiang Huashan stood in a daze in the corridor, looking at the scene in front of her. Her heart felt as if it was blocked by a huge rock, and she felt indescribable bitterness.

The icy rain relentlessly washed over the courtyard. Those usually dignified uncles and aunts now knelt in the mud, utterly undignified, struggling and begging. Their meticulously styled hair clung to their scalps, and their faces, bedraggled and pitiful, looked indistinguishable from the rain, tears, or snot.

Her thoughts were suddenly dragged back to her previous life:

Grandfather never shed the heavy responsibility that weighed on his shoulders until his death, like a burned-out candle, clinging to the last flicker of light. After his death, the clan elders who had been constantly demanding suddenly came to their senses, traveling thousands of miles to bid him farewell. Several fainted in front of the mourning hall, their cries of "Clan Leader" piercing their hearts.

Some people are like this. They always turn a blind eye to the good things they take for granted, and only realize how precious what they once had was after they lose it.

And in this life, Grandpa is using an almost cruel way to force them, including himself, to see this clearly in advance.

But, grandpa must be in a lot of pain now, right?

This is the family he has been protecting for fifty years. Now that he has let them go, it will probably be a scar in his grandfather's heart that will never heal.

The rain was getting heavier, as if the heavens were also weeping for this decisive farewell.

Just then, a steward from the outer courtyard ran into the flower hall in the heavy rain.

"Grandpa, the letter just arrived from Xiangying."

Shen Zhuang had already used up all his energy and was now suppressing his emotions with his eyes closed to rest. When he heard Xiang Ying's message, his tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, but in the end, he couldn't resist the last bit of tenderness that remained, and he slowly raised his eyes.

The envelope was inevitably stained by rain due to the heavy rain, and the powerful black handwriting had become blurred.

He recognized this handwriting. When he was admiring the moon in Huaicheng, he suddenly received a life-saving letter. The letter at that time also had the same words as the one in front of him: From Chutang himself.

The corners of Shen Zhuang's mouth trembled slightly. This was probably the letter he least wanted to face in his life.

Shen Jun saved his life. If it weren't for Shen Jun and Grandma Wu, he wouldn't be where he is today. When he dealt with Shen Hang, he did think about how he and Shen Jun would get along in the future, but he really didn't want to let Xiaohuaer suffer anymore.

Ever since she came back, she has been busy for the Shen family. From family affairs to state affairs, which one is not fraught with danger?

Therefore, he can no longer keep these cancers because of a momentary kindness, otherwise the hidden dangers will become bigger and bigger, and will put his real family members to death.

Shen Zhuang sighed softly and waved his hand, "I won't watch it anymore."

The steward was stunned for a moment, then responded and left the hall.

Jiang Huashan stood in the corridor and watched the steward leave the hall holding the wet letter. Her eyes fixed, and without any hesitation, she rushed into the heavy rain.

The cold rain instantly wet her shoulders, but she was completely unaware and stood in front of the steward.

"Wait." Her voice was clear, penetrating the sound of rain, with an unquestionable determination.

The steward looked up in surprise, "Miss?"

Jiang Huashan stretched out her hand, her eyes fixed on the letter still tightly held by the steward. Her tone was calm but carried an invisible pressure: "Give me this letter."

The steward was obviously hesitant and subconsciously glanced towards the flower hall: "But... the old man..."

"I'll go talk to Grandpa myself." Jiang Huashan interrupted him, his arm still stretched out steadily, without any intention of giving in, "Give it to me."

Her gaze was too firm, as if she had already seen through the weight of the letter.

For some reason, the manager couldn't muster the courage to resist. After hesitating for a moment, he finally handed the wet letter to Jiang Huashan.

The wailing outside the hall had weakened. These people were old and had lost their strength after a while.

Shen Hang lay on the ground, his pupils gray, and he looked at Shen Yuan above with a numb expression.

Somehow, this scene reminded Jiang Huashan of Yu Sheng. Although they were insignificant figures in her "repertoire," they were still living people, and she shouldn't ignore them.

She vaguely remembered that not long after Grandma Wu passed away, Shen Jun also died.

Upon receiving the bad news, the old man fainted on the spot. After waking up, he was sick for three whole months and even talked nonsense in his dreams.

In the past, she had always used her own perspective to speculate on other people's roles, so she naturally thought that the old man who was old-fashioned and always liked to find trouble was also a bad person. But if Shen Jun really had a problem, why would Grandpa be so heartbroken?

There must be something hidden here.

Jiang Huashan opened the envelope without thinking, took a quick glance at it, and his face changed drastically. He held the letter to his chest, turned around and rushed to the hall.

"grandfather!"

An almost voice-breaking scream immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Jiang Huashan was soaked all over, her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks. Raindrops dripped down the corners of her clothes and onto the carpet, leaving dark water marks, but she didn't care at all. Her bright eyes were full of anxiety and solemnity.

She rushed straight to Shen Zhuang and handed him the letter, which was slightly warmed by her body temperature, with both hands.

"Grandpa, please take a look at this letter from my great-uncle."

Shen Lanxi's expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly stood up by supporting herself on the ground.

Shen Qian, Shen Yuan, and Shen Rang were all stunned. It had to be Jiang Huashan. The old man didn't read the letter because he knew it was from Shen Jun. But she opened the letter and handed it directly to him. This was like stabbing the old man in the heart.

Shen Zhuang slowly opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was Jiang Huashan's embarrassed but stubborn look. At this moment, he seemed to see an old friend again.

"Grandpa, read it first and then make a decision."

Shen Zhuang originally wanted to refuse, but after a moment of silence he took the letter.

"Chu Tang, I've already found out that Ah Hang is the spy they planted in the family. I'm sorry for you and for my uncle's kindness in showing me a chance. Don't worry, my brother promised to protect the old house for you. I've already had Ah Hang send those children away, so the hidden danger has been completely resolved."

As soon as he scanned the first line, Shen Zhuang's eyes were already wet.

It turns out that it’s not a plea, it’s love.

At this time, Shen Jun was still planning for him. Everyone was relying on him, but Shen Jun was the only one protecting him.

"Those old fellows in the tribe, you can scare them, but don't be angry with them. They have been ignorant all their lives and can't wake up. I have secretly contacted the other children in the tribe school. They are all good and know how to be grateful. You must not take your anger out on the children just because of a few old guys."

"Look, this is what they wrote to you."

The last page of the envelope was written in various childish handwritings:

- [Grandpa, the clan leader, wishes you good luck in the coming times and a happy autumn and winter.]

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