He was born with delicate and handsome features.
Yet his words carried no warmth, even his own brother could be easily discarded.
Shen Yunxi shivered, feeling an involuntary fear.
Shen Xinghan put down his teacup, "Tonight, she was fortunate, but she won't always be this lucky. Come, let's go to her Zen room and see. If we happen to meet her returning, I'd like to ask how exactly she got the Blood Ganoderma."
The siblings went to Shen Yinning's Zen room.
Shen Yinning was nowhere to be seen, and even her belongings were not in the room. However, on the desk, there was a temple's wooden box with patterns used for storing ritual texts.
Shen Yunxi rummaged through and finally opened the box, "Oh, this is the funeral speech that wretch wrote for the Dutiful Princess."
Shen Xinghan leaned in for a look.
The handwriting on the paper was exceptionally beautiful, even better than that of past top scholars.
