Chapter 1280: Liberation Method
Zhang Yuelu finally understood what Qi Xuansu had meant when he asked her what she would do if someone extremely important to her turned out to be fake.
The person he referred to was not Madam Qi, but his master, Qi Haoran.
Zhang Yuelu understood Qi Xuansu well. As an orphan, he lacked familial love during childhood, so he remained wary of others and was stingy with any emotional investment. But once he truly gave his heart, it meant he deeply valued the person.
By now, the people Qi Xuansu regarded as his nuclear family were only Madam Qi, Qi Haoran, Zhang Yuelu, and Little Yin—bonds forged through life and death.
Sage Donghua, Sage Cihang, Zhang Yuelu’s parents, and the Three Yin Beings were, at most, his extended family.
Pei Xiaolou, Lei Xiaohuan, Xu Jiaorong, Lin Yuanmiao, and others belonged in the category of friends.
Now, Qi Haoran—whom Qi Xuansu had regarded as a father—had turned out to be fake. This directly negated a piece of Qi Xuansu’s past and a deep emotional bond. It was like a trope from a novel in which the main character suddenly discovered that his father was not truly his biological parent but only raised him due to ulterior motives. One could only imagine the emotional shock Qi Xuansu was experiencing.
However, Qi Xuansu’s face remained relatively calm. There was no hysterical grief or tears. He vented his anger and emotional turmoil by smashing the coffin, striking harder and harder each time. The sturdy stone coffin cracked under his bare fists.
Zhang Yuelu said softly, “Tian Yuan, don’t be anxious. Let’s take our time and think this through carefully.”
If anyone else had said this, Qi Xuansu would likely have snapped back with, “Easy for you to say. How can I not be anxious?”
But coming from Zhang Yuelu, he forced himself to restrain his emotions and said, “I should’ve known. Other than my biological parents, who would treat me with unconditional love? The saying that master and disciple are like father and son is utter nonsense!”
Lei Xiaohuan and Xu Jiaorong stepped forward, looking at Qi Xuansu with concern. Both women were perceptive. Seeing an empty coffin and hearing Qi Xuansu’s fragmented remarks, they could roughly guess why he had dug up the grave.