"Did Lord Yu leave behind any burial garments?"
This was the first thing Ye Zhen asked after reading the last jade slip Yu Zheng had given him.
The change in address made Yu Zheng's expression flicker slightly. With both hands, he presented a Storage Ring to Ye Zhen.
"We prepared what our foster father would need for a burial with his garments and crown. But we are also rootless people with no future, and I fear we cannot preserve it for long.
"If Lord Ye is willing to establish a burial for our foster father, we have no way to repay you. Only by serving you unto death can we repay Lord Ye's great kindness," Yu Zheng said.
Yet Ye Zhen shook his head. "How could Lord Yu's immense kindness be repaid by Ye merely establishing a small burial with his garments and crown? This is only what should be done.
"As for you, if you are willing to remain under the Ye Residence and serve, you are more than welcome. If not, I will remove the restrictions and let you leave."
"We are willing to serve under Lord Ye!" Before Ye Zhen's words had even finished ringing out, Yu Zheng, Yu Shan, Yu Ci, and the others, who had only just risen, all knelt again. Not a single one considered leaving the Ye Residence.
In truth, they understood it well themselves. Having become remnants the Emperor was desperate to eradicate, where in this vast world could they possibly find a place to settle?
At least Ye Zhen was still willing to take them in.
"Does Lord Yu's clan still have descendants to carry on his bloodline and incense?" Ye Zhen truly wanted to do something for Yu Chaoen.
Whether it was the earlier warning or these several jade slips—especially