Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 408: The Cemetery is Surrounded

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: The Cemetery is Surrounded

Upon hearing this, the two immediately memorized Yun Yue’s phone number, intending to make a personal effort to bring her back.

After Yun Yue hung up the phone, silence filled her ears, and it was only then that she leisurely walked out of the room.

Xiao Feng had already successfully passed the Xiao Family Training Camp assessment and had secured the first place. He was now the legitimate captain of the Xiao Family Guards, and no one held any grievances against him. However, he essentially spent every day at Shengting, cooking.

"Miss Yun, Master Chen is out. Where would you like to go today? I’ll take you there," Xiao Feng said as he watered the flowers on the balcony. Seeing her emerge, he immediately put down his watering can and walked into the kitchen.

Yun Yue’s brows were drawn together, a hint of somberness in her eyes, and she spoke faintly, "To the public cemetery."

The public cemetery?

A flicker of confusion passed through Xiao Feng’s eyes. Who was she going to pay respects to?

He took out the heated breakfast from the rice cooker and set it on the table, "Miss Yun, please take your time."

Yun Yue let out a low hum and began to eat slowly, propping her hands on the table.

After breakfast, Xiao Feng drove Yun Yue to the public cemetery.

Outside the window, the rain murmured, and a misty sky enveloped the city in dampness.

Sitting in the car, Yun Yue watched the rain hit the windows, a profound solemnity surrounding her. Today, she was dressed formally—a black women’s suit—less casual and more earnest and serious.

The roads were slippery in the rain, so Xiao Feng drove at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

In the passenger seat, Yun Yue rested her elbow on the door frame, her fingertips pressed against her lips, her eyes revealing a maturity and coldness that belied her age.

Xiao Feng occasionally stole glances at her, his heart feeling an unpleasant twist.

This was the first time he had seen Miss Yun like this. Who exactly was she going to pay tribute to?

...

About an hour later, the car stopped outside the public cemetery.

Situated on the outskirts of Beijing, the cemetery appeared even greener and more tranquil, washed by the rain. A winding path led to the tombs.

Her lips tightly pressed together, she carried a bunch of baby’s breaths and stepped into the curtain of rain with an umbrella. The summer rain was especially heavy, with gray clouds occasionally streaked by lightning. Xiao Feng followed closely behind.

At this moment, the cemetery was extremely quiet. The only sound was the heavy patter of rain on the tombstones, with not a soul around.

They stepped up the stairs, gradually approaching a dismal and lonely figure.

He stood in front of a tombstone, holding a black umbrella in the rain, looking desolate and lonely, as though abandoned by the world.

On the tombstone was a photo of a young woman, very beautiful, her radiant smile indicating happiness.

"Nancy, this is the Nan Family Cemetery. You were recognized as the Nan Family’s daughter-in-law. Next to you are dad, mom, and grandparents..." Nan Jingchen’s voice choked up, his eyes gradually moistening, his heart in terrible pain.

Why had providence treated him so?

Now there was no one left in the world who loved him; they were all dead.

Why was he still alive? Sometimes he truly hated himself for not having gone with them.

A tear escaped the corner of his eye as he bowed to sweep a leaf off the tombstone, wet from the rain, his gaze tender as if cherishing a memory.

Xiao Feng stood behind, not moving forward. If he remembered correctly, that area was the Nan Family Cemetery.

That section buried the souls of the deceased members of the Nan Family—thirty-two tombstones in total.

The Nan Family had good relations with the Four Major Families. After the Nan Family was extinguished, it was the Four Major Families that erected the tombstones for them; he had been here with Master Chen before.

The man, viewed from behind, seemed very young. Why was he at the Nan Family Cemetery?

What was his identity?

"Miss Yun, are you acquainted with the Nan Family? To come here and pay respects to their people."

"You’re here," Nan Jingchen said, his voice hoarse and choked up as he gazed at the person on the tombstone, lightly dabbing the corner of his eye.

Yun Yue bent down to place the bundle of starflowers on the tombstone, her lips tightly pressed together as she stood silently by the side.

Nan Jingchen’s expression was tender, "She loved starflowers the most. Seeing the ones you’ve brought her must make her so happy."

She lifted her gaze to Nan Jingchen, now resembling the man from three years ago, desperate for death, like a soulless walking corpse.

The belief that had sustained him all these years was revenge. What would happen after he had achieved it?

What would become of him?

Yun Yue wasn’t sure. He might descend to join Nancy, or he might continue to live.

Suddenly, a group of men in black swarmed around, guns in hand, an ill omen in their approach.

Xiao Feng’s pupils constricted, and with a fierce roar, he dropped the umbrella he was holding and sprinted towards Yun Yue with utmost speed.

"Miss Yun, be careful!"

Yun Yue had evidently noticed the men in black, her eyes flashing with a cold light and a hint of bloodlust as she watched them closing in.

Each man had a gun in hand, ready to pull the trigger at any movement, and at such close range, even a quick dodge meant getting hit.

The three stood back to back, warily eyeing the group of men in black.

Xiao Feng felt a sinking feeling in his heart; these men had been prepared, likely lying in ambush here all along.

But the rain had masked their scent. Were they here to capture this man or Miss Yun?

Outnumbered, he dared not act rashly.

The warmth Nan Jingchen had shown only moments ago vanished, replaced by an ominous chill.

"Heh," he scoffed, scanning the encircling crowd. "You’re really relentless. I didn’t expect you’d find us here."

Nan Jingchen had been constantly hunted down, but he was after all a graduate of the Golden Net Training Camp, and with the weapons at his disposal, he could rank among the top killers. What he hadn’t anticipated was that they would chase him even to the cemetery.

The dead had passed on, and yet they couldn’t even rest in peace. Now that they’d come, none would leave.

He suddenly burst into a mad laughter, desolate in its sound, "Come on out."

"Clap, clap clap!"

A round of applause echoed from behind the men in black in the rain, especially crisp. The three discarded their umbrellas, their clothes soaked, raindrops pelting their faces as they squinted at the person emerging from behind.

"It’s Qiu Jun!" Xiao Feng’s heart skipped a beat, the weight immense, with only one thought in mind.

He would protect Miss Yun’s safety, even if it meant fighting to the death.

Seeing Yun Yue, a glint shone in Qiu Jun’s eyes, as if he hadn’t expected such a pleasant surprise.

Narrowing his eyes, Qiu Jun’s gaze fixed on Yun Yue, "Was it you who saved him that year?"

Nan Jingchen had altered his appearance so completely, his face was unrecognizable, indistinguishable even standing right in front of him.

If it weren’t for the covert tracking these past days, and today’s cemetery visit to Nancy, it would be impossible to confirm his identity as Nan Jingchen.

So he had been alive all along.

"Yes." Yun Yue replied with a cold face, emotionlessly staring back at the refined yet sinister face.

"Good, that saves me the trouble of finding you. Since you’re here, come back to M country with me, you’re still Vice Alliance Hierarch K of the Underground Alliance," said Qiu Jun. With Xiao Chen not by her side, and considering the time it would take to reach the outskirts of Beijing, he wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away.