If she dared to say those words aloud, she might as well forget about seeing tomorrow’s sun. The deep-seated ruthlessness of the Yu family was passed down through their very bones.
Yu Ruohuan sneered coldly, "Are you suggesting that Great-Grandmother is being haunted by Sang Ziming’s ghost?"
Han Yue cautiously replied, "Actually, over the years, the Old Madam occasionally has nightmares, and in those dreams, she always shouts Sang Ziming’s na. But once she wakes, she forgets. Who could have expected her condition to worsen like this this ti? In any case, the root cause of her illness is likely still tied to Sang Ziming."
Han Yue thought privately, doing too much evil invites divine retribution.
Yet, looking back on the Old Madam’s life—from a re actress to becoming the matriarch of the Yu family—she enjoyed a long life filled with fortune. Her descendants are filial and powerful. All in all, she lived a worthy life.
"Sang Ziming—she’s been dead for sixty years, and yet her lingering spirit still refuses to leave?" Yu Ruohuan’s eyes flashed with a trace of malice.
Yu Fusheng’s voice rang out above her in warning, "You’d better swallow this matter and never let it spill out."
Han Yue quickly responded, "Sir, you don’t need to say anything; I already know."
Still, Yu Ruohuan found it odd. "Grandmother was perfectly fine before. Why is it so serious this ti? Could soone be causing trouble behind the scenes? Dad, I think we should investigate everyone at Songhe Courtyard thoroughly, lest there be turncoats lurking within."
Yu Fusheng glanced at her. "Leave it to you."
Yu Ruohuan wanted to smile but suddenly rembered the situation at hand. Grinning now would be inappropriate. She adjusted her expression and nodded. "I won’t disappoint you."
Yu Fusheng went next door to see Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin wrote out a prescription but then paused, saying, "The Old Madam’s illness stems from a knot in her heart. To untie the bell, one must find the ringer. However, the Old Madam is advanced in age. When I took her pulse, I discovered a signature resembling the ’fish-swimming pulse.’ This pulse..."
Mr. Lin shook his head—it signified the defeat of her yang energy, an overbearing coldness, a critically dangerous state.
Yu Fusheng furrowed his brow deeply and pondered aloud, "What if she took the Revitalizing Golden Core?"
Mr. Lin froze briefly. "The Leng family’s Revitalizing Golden Core?"
"Yes."
"The dical texts record that the Revitalizing Golden Core is refined using extraordinarily rare and treasured natural ingredients. It’s made using the Leng family’s exclusive alchemy thod—an incomprehensible investnt of ti and effort. It carries miraculous properties of raising the dead. If the Old Madam does take it, extending her life by a year wouldn’t be an issue."
Mr. Lin seed to recall sothing as he added, "But one of the core ingredients—for the Revitalizing Golden Core—is the precious Red Jade Grass, which went extinct long ago. Three hundred years ago, the Leng family’s ancestor, Leng Baiji, stumbled upon its seeds in a desolate mountain and painstakingly cultivated Red Jade Grass. Due to low yield and later climate changes, the grass eventually vanished entirely. Legend has it that the Leng family has only enough Red Jade Grass left to refine five Revitalizing Golden Cores. Based on the ones circulating in the market, it’s speculated that the Leng family has only one Golden Core remaining. Would they give it up?"
Mr. Lin knew the temperant of the Yu family well. If they set their sights on the Leng family’s Golden Core, it would an outright robbery.
Yu Fusheng rely smiled, a look that said it all.
The Leng family might refuse, but they would still have to comply.
Mr. Lin stroked his beard and remarked, "Actually, the Revitalizing Golden Core isn’t the best choice."
Yu Fusheng stared at him intently. "What is it that Mr. Lin wants to say?"
Mr. Lin glanced around discreetly and lowered his voice. "The Leng family has a secret that’s not known to outsiders. When I was younger, I studied with the Leng family and learned of this secret by chance. Leng Baiji once devoted himself to dicine and discovered the formula for the Immortality Elixir. The most crucial ingredient in that formula is the thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma. For years, the Leng family has desperately searched for the Purple Ganoderma but never found it. Otherwise, they would have refined the Immortality Elixir long ago. If Mr. Yu can find the Purple Ganoderma and give it to the Leng family to refine the Immortality Elixir, even soone who has already died could be reborn like a phoenix. By then, the Old Madam’s illness would be insignificant."
Yu Fusheng narrowed his eyes. "Does the Immortality Elixir truly exist in this world?"
Mr. Lin remained enigmatic. "Leng Baiji was the dicine God of his era. The alchemy thods he invented were unparalleled. Whether true or false, trying is worth the effort."
Perhaps the claim of immortality was exaggerated, but extending a dying person’s life by another decade was entirely feasible.
Mr. Lin stayed at Four Seasons Manor to monitor any changes in the Old Madam’s condition.
Yu Fusheng summoned his secretary and asked about the whereabouts of the Purple Ganoderma.
The secretary paused. "Sir, the Purple Ganoderma is the Wei family’s treasured possession."
Yu Fusheng frowned. "The Wei family?"
His wife’s maternal family.
That would make things simpler. He rely needed the Wei family to hand over the Purple Ganoderma. After all, the Leng family had searched fruitlessly for the Ganoderma for years. If he delivered it to them personally, they couldn’t possibly refuse.
However, the secretary quickly added, "But not long ago, it was auctioned off to Amos for an astronomical price of two billion."
Amos again?
Yu Fusheng suddenly realized sothing and thought to himself, "Trouble."
"The Leng family has likely boarded Amos’s pirate ship."
Amos’s clever strategy—it used the Purple Ganoderma to manipulate Leng Shan. Were they collaborating to develop the Immortality Elixir? But Amos was just a boy; surely soone stood behind him?
Regardless, the Immortality Elixir was sothing Yu Fusheng was determined to possess.
Yu Ruohuan quietly slipped away from the door but turned a corner and bumped straight into Wei Zhuhua.
"You child, sneaking around like that—better watch out, or your father will scold you again."
Yu Ruohuan quickly changed the subject and scanned her surroundings. "Why haven’t I seen Uncle and Auntie? Aren’t they the most eager to show filial piety? Where are they now?"
Wei Zhuhua answered, "Your uncle and aunt went abroad for a vacation. I’ve already called them, and they’ll return as soon as possible."
"Abroad for a vacation? When did their relationship suddenly improve? This doesn’t feel right to ."
Her uncle had shown so affection for her aunt’s beauty at first, but i Qingdai was incredibly superficial. She had nothing to offer beyond her looks. Her uncle had long grown tired of her—why would he voluntarily travel abroad with her?
Wei Zhuhua shook her head. "You’re so suspicious all the ti. After all, they’re a married couple; surely there’s still so bond left. Perhaps they’re taking a honeymoon trip to relax. When people are more at ease, it’s easier to conceive a child."
Yu Ruohuan narrowed her eyes. "They’re not going abroad for fertility treatnts, are they? Overseas fertility practices are quite advanced now."
Wei Zhuhua was montarily speechless. "How should I know? You’re still young and full of nonsense—just stop right there."
Yu Ruohuan curled her lips into a grin. "Auntie’s face is cursed to harm her husband and children. If she dreams of having Uncle’s child, she’s delusional."
Wei Zhuhua frowned deeply. "Huanhuan, what are you saying?"
Yu Ruohuan playfully stuck out her tongue. "Just kidding—Auntie will surely have her heart’s desire co true this ti abroad."
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