Chapter 72 Her Grave_1
"Thank you, Grandpa, for loving Youyou so much. Youyou feels so blessed." As Shangguan You’s lips curved into a pure smile, Shangguan Rou’s eyes lowered, her hands clenching tightly. If this wretch stays, where will my place in this family be?
Li Wanying’s smile also stiffened momentarily before relaxing, regaining her usual gentle and virtuous demeanor. She patted Shangguan You’s hand. "Good child, it’s been hard on you. From now on, Aunt Li will definitely not let you suffer any further grievances."
"Thank you, Aunt Li," Shangguan You said with a gentle smile towards Li Wanying.
In the still of the night, Beijing was shrouded in a layer of thick fog amidst the pitch-black darkness. Shangguan You, having changed into black clothes, swiftly darted down from the window, her dark figure quickly vanishing into the night.
Shangguan You didn’t head towards familiar places. Instead, she moved toward the cemetery. She wanted to see her own grave and her grandfather’s, to witness just how ruthless Shen Cheng could be.
Like a gust of wind, her black figure moved towards the cemetery. She didn’t know where she and her grandfather were buried, so she could only search each new grave one by one.
The cemetery was silent, with only the cold wind blowing. As Shangguan You’s dark figure swept through like a breeze, the originally eerie place made her entire body feel exceptionally comfortable upon her arrival. Waves of Spiritual Energy rushed into her body.
Shangguan You had to halt her search, sitting cross-legged to quickly absorb the ambient Spiritual Energy. That such pure Spiritual Energy existed in the cemetery filled her with joy. She also realized that her own Spiritual Energy had reached a saturated state. Now, all she needed was an opportunity, and she believed she could break through to level 3 of the Medicine King’s Tune.
Exhaling a turbid breath, Shangguan You opened her eyes. A star-like glimmer flashed within them. She continued her search for her own tombstone.
In the most central part of the cemetery, Shangguan You saw two exceptionally familiar photographs. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her body stiffened as she stared at that incredibly loving photograph, a torrent of pain engulfing her, sweeping through every inch of her skin.
That was her grandfather’s photograph. Shen Cheng had buried her with her grandfather.