His heart inexplicably trembled.
Shen Chongxuan seemed to realize something as well and softly called out.
"Grandfather?"
Zhao Shuan gave no response.
"Grandfather!"
Shen Chongxuan called out again, and Zhao Jinhua rushed in from outside when he heard the call.
Shen Yuan tightly gripped Zhao Shuan's hand, then stood up, tears welling in his eyes, and said, "Your father is gone..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinhua's expression momentarily froze, then he bowed sorrowfully to Shen Yuan, wiping his tears as he knelt before Zhao Shuan's bed.
Zhao Shuan's funeral was very grand, but Shen Yuan did not attend.
In the backyard of the manor, Zhao Xuan sat there with a somewhat pale complexion. Seeing a maid cleaning the yard, she called her over.
"Has anything big happened in the family recently?"
The maid's eyes flickered evasively, then she shook her head: "No major events, Second Young Mistress."
