Yuan Liang was dead.
Zhang Qun received the news that afternoon. Apparently, Young Master Yuan had scratched all the flesh off his own neck, leaving only a skeleton. Even when he died, his face wore an expression of enjoyment.
" young master."
"Master wants you to go with him to..."
"No!"
"I still have things to do."
"I'm not going."
The moment Zhang Qun heard this, he knew his father wanted him to attend Yuan Liang's mourning ceremony.
He exploded.
Under normal circumstances, this was basic etiquette.
Everyone in Ninggu City was a person of standing. Whenever there was a wedding, funeral, or other major event, they naturally had to attend. But that morning, he had personally witnessed Yuan Liang's abnormal state. It seemed he had encountered a ghost.
And then he had died that afternoon.
How could Zhang Qun dare go? Every time he thought of those photographs, he felt a chill run down his spine.
He could barely hide quickly enough!
Why would he go there?
"But Master..." The servant looked troubled.
"Just tell my father I have an urgent matter to handle outside the city. Let Second Brother go with him instead. It'll be the same." Zhang Qun spoke.
At the mention of his second brother, a trace of resentment flashed through his eyes.
But he quickly concealed it.
"Second Brother is already of age. He should help Father shoulder some responsibilities and show his face at important occasions."
He spoke with complete sincerity.
"I see..."
"All right."
"First Young Master, I'll report this to Master right away."
The servant thought it over.
That made sense.
Master had grown increasingly partial lately. Anyone with eyes could see how much he favored Second Young Master. He probably would not reject First Young Master's suggestion.
It was just that...