Gu Chengzhao and Na Amo, watching the situation spiral out of control, took the initiative to say, "Mr. i Fei, life and death are significant matters. Out of humanitarian spirit and respect for life, no matter what grievances exist, let them wait until after the burial."
Amos smiled and said, "You two are ntors I respect greatly, but I cannot agree with your perspective. Sang Kunrou carried derogatory titles for years after her death, and now i Lvge wants to uphold the belief that the deceased should be revered. Doesn’t this violate the principles of rationality?"
Gu Chengzhao and Na Amo looked at each other, montarily unable to respond.
The principle of rationality emphasizes that respect for the deceased should be based on facts and reason, not blindly maintaining silence for the recently departed while freely critiquing historical figures. Such double standards undermine the fairness and consistency of rationality.
Gu Chengzhao and Na Amo, both academic scholars, rely on logic and experints for truth. Amos’s perfect refutation left them speechless.
anwhile, they were deeply shocked that Amos, an outsider, was so well-versed in Hua Country’s culture.
Taking advantage of their mont of inaction, Amos ordered his n in black to dismantle the mourning hall and throw i Lvge’s coffin out of the manor gates.
Han Li arrived with the guards, and both sides refused to yield, creating a mont of tense atmosphere.
"Amos, do you really want to be enemies with the Yu family?" Yu Fusheng suppressed his anger and questioned coldly.
Yu Ruohuan clutched her right hand, her face pale as paper, gritting her teeth, "Father, quickly capture him. I want him to live worse than death."
A scene of hysterical madness.
Yu Fusheng did not even glance at Yu Ruohuan, his deep, dark eyes quietly fixed on Amos.
Amos laughed loudly, "Yu Fusheng, you’re just a coward."
His foot is already on your face, yet you ask ti and ti again if he really wants to hit you.
Essentially, you’re just an incompetent waste.
Yu Fusheng’s face turned livid, "You brought this on yourself."
With a wave of his hand, Han Li ordered his n to take action.
Despite similar numbers, the black-clad n Amos brought achieved overwhelming victory, each like a bloodthirsty warrior impervious to blades.
Yu Fusheng’s face grew uglier.
Han Li was shocked, "Sir, these n are extraordinary."
Yu Fusheng retorted irritably, "Of course, I know."
"I’ll notify Zhao Lin to co imdiately."
Zhao Lin is the captain of the Xuanwu Army, guarding the north, and stationed closest to Jingzhou.
Yu Fusheng shook his head, "Too late."
He decided quickly, "Escort the old madam’s coffin out of here."
"Sir..."
This incident would surely beco the biggest joke in Jingzhou.
Face and honor entirely lost.
Yu Fusheng calmly said, "Don’t act recklessly without understanding the opponent’s details."
Even Li Qu was summoned; continuing this hard confrontation, who knows what tricks he has up his sleeve?
After deciding, Yu Fusheng swiftly led the old lady’s coffin away from Four Seasons Manor.
Yu Ruohuan was carried out, looking extrely embarrassed, glaring fiercely at Amos before leaving, "Just you wait."
Wei Zhuhua frowned, covered Yu Ruohuan’s eyes with her hand, "No more words, quickly aid the Miss to leave."
Passing by Amos, Wei Zhuhua gave him a deep look, nodded indifferently, and followed the crowd away.
Qiao Wan, hiding in the shadows, watched the drama unfold, and once realized it was over, she chased after them, "Sister-in-law, wait for ..."
Na Amo cautiously asked, "Mr. i Fei, Uncle Yisen and Aunt Qiu..."
"They are in a very safe place and will reunite with you at an appropriate ti."
Both let out a sigh of relief, "That’s good, we have matters to attend to. Here’s my business card, contact if needed."
Na Amo handed him a card, then left hurriedly with her husband.
Gu Bichen followed his parents out, glancing at Amos.
A sense of familiarity welled up, wanting to grasp it yet finding no trace.
Gu Bichen shook his head, full of questions, and left Four Seasons Manor behind his parents.
In the blink of an eye, the place was deserted.
Only a gentle spring breeze stirred the tree branches, scattering pear blossoms everywhere.
Yan Xue looked at the young man gazing at the pear flowers with a hint of lancholy in his eyes, and approached.
"Mr. Amos."
When the young man turned to her, his blue eyes held a cold, circulating smile.
"Miss Yan."
Yan Xue pulled the dazed Yan Lu beside her and introduced Amos, "Mr. Amos, this is my niece, Yan Lu."
Despite being the sa age, Amos’s temperant was much more mature, with a youthful face yet shrewder than Yu Fusheng, who always occupied high positions.
Through this incident, Yan Xue realized the boy before her was enigmatic, radiating mystery, difficult to gauge.
His power in Hua Country is unknown.
Yan Xue saw an opportunity and wanted to connect Yan Lu with him, as such a relationship could only benefit Yan Lu.
Yan Lu stared at Amos’s face without blinking, becoming more amazed the closer she looked.
The features were too similar, as if carved from the sa mold, yet the aura was worlds apart.
The young man smiled ambiguously, gazing at her. His eyes were whirlpools, unknowingly drawing people in.
Yan Lu seed lost.
Yan Xue tugged on her sleeve, lightly calling, "Lu Lu."
Yan Lu’s dazed expression left Yan Xue feeling helpless.
"Child-like innocence, please don’t mind, sir."
Amos raised a brow, blinking, liberating Yan Lu from the vortex.
Yan Lu snapped back, her cheeks instantly reddened, shyly lowering her head, "I think you resemble a friend of mine."
Amos interestedly raised his brow, "Oh?"
Contrary to an unsympathetic deanor, his exuding kindness quickly relaxed Yan Lu.
"I have a good friend who looks like your twin."
Yan Lu spoke, quickly glancing at him.
Amos mused montarily, teasing with a playful tone, "Perhaps she’s my long-lost sister?"
Anyone who saw this wouldn’t believe it.
Ruthless toward the Yu family like a hellish demon, without rcy, yet now like a gentle neighborhood brother.
Yan Xue studied Amos’s indistinguishable features, lost in thought.
Yan Lu seriously considered, "How about introducing you? I’ll connect her WeChat to you; her na is Shen You’an, and she’s the brightest person I’ve known..."
Yan Lu said, pulling out her phone and opening WeChat.
Amos paused, seemingly surprised by Yan Lu’s actions.
Yan Lu suddenly hesitated, "No, I should first seek An’an’s consent. How about we add each other on WeChat?"
Yan Lu’s big lively eyes were hard to resist.
"I’ll scan yours."
Yan Xue noted Amos’s deanor was not angry; rather, he obediently pulled out his phone, scanning the QR code...
The young master is rumored to have a bad temper, refusing to show courtesy to anyone, proven by recent events.
Upon recalling how Amos treated herself, courteous yet distant.
Yet he showed spontaneous warmth toward Yan Lu.
Perhaps even he hadn’t realized.
Yan Xue squinted.
This isn’t right.
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