In the Lu family's solemn burial site, a tall man with ŀustrous silver hair was walking slowly. His silver-blue colored eyes were in deep thoughts.
Because of his brother's mysterious call, he could not sleep well in the past nights. In the end, he visited the family's burial site.
He wanted to check if his brother really left something in their mother's mausoleum.
Soon, Lu Yin Ze arrived in front of the entrance of his mother's mausoleum. He entered the well-maintained tomb and looked at his mother's picture. After staring for a while, he bowed respectfully to give his mother a proper greeting.
He then took out his own handkerchief and wiped his mother's portrait.
"Mother, how have you been? The family is… we're doing our best to tide through the storm, despite what's happening.." His eyes became gloomy. "We lost a lot of properties, and several subsidiaries failed. Our trusted men also suffered, we lost many of them. Grandfather is having a hard time. But we can handle this much, so do not worry too much about us."
Among the four families, it was the Lu family who suffered the most. Old Lu aged by a lot in the past months. He lost a lot of hair and sported deeper wrinkles due to the pressure that Ming Zhi Yi was exerting.
Whenever Lu Yin Ze saw his grandfather's grim face due to the loss of their subordinates and subsidiary companies to Ming Zhi Yi, he would always look away. He was afraid that he would tell his grandfather the truth.
Xiong Zhi was still working behind Ming Zhi Yi's back. The heads were buying time for them without the heads' knowledge. Once Xiong Zhi gave them the signal, it would be time for Lu Yin Ze to fight alongside his grandfather without holding back.
"Mother, you have to wait a little more. It will be over soon. You will soon get the justice you deserve."
Lu Yin Ze then took her mother's urn. He wiped it carefully.
"Brother called me a few nights ago. He told me that he visited you." His hand halted. He looked at his mother's picture. "Did he? Did he visit you a lot?"
Lu Yin Ze sighed. "I did not know that my brother still visits the burial site, or that he still has you in his mind."
A long silence filled the interior of the tomb.
Lu Yin Ze's beautiful face was shadowed by melancholy. He only spoke after a long while.
"He told me that he left something here. May I look for it?"
The wind swayed, gently fluttering Lu Yin Ze's soft silver strands.
Lu Yin Ze walked around, searching the tomb.
His mother's tomb might be spacious, but it only had a few spaces where things could be hidden.
In the end, Lu Yin Ze did not find anything.
He bowed his head.
No. His brother was not a person who would talk nonsense if it did not hold any truth.
Then... Could it be found by a cleaner?
No. The cleaner would report it to the head butler. The head butler would then report it to them.
Then where...
Lu Yin Ze suddenly froze.
His eyes flew towards the last and only place where he had not searched yet.
His mother's urn. He had not looked inside of it yet.
It could not be.
Lu Yin Ze was frozen in place after a long time. Then his eyes became firm.
"Pardon me, mother."
He straightened up and stepped forward. He opened the urn carefully.
There was a small square envelope inside.
Lu Yin Ze's heart pounded.
His brother had really left something here. But why did he hide it here?
Lu Yin Ze took the envelope and closed the urn tightly.
He tore the candle wax on the envelope and opened it.
A familiar font appeared in his sight.
His brother's writing.
Lu Yin Ze felt his body tense. His brother's writing style was still familiar to him. His brother had long, neat, and sharp strokes. It was the same as his brother's personality.
Lu Yin Ze read the letter.
[My little brother,
I know that I have lost the right to call you my brother, as I have committed a huge sin against you and our family. But I will be shameless this once and address you as my little brother, as it may be the last time.]
Lu Yin Ze froze.
'Little brother.'
It had been so long since his brother addressed him in this way. After their mother's death, the cruel truth had started to slowly lift up the veil in Lu Yin Ze's eyes.
He remembered that time clearly.
....
Crash!
Lu Yin Ze threw the vase at Lu Jin, which the latter avoided easily.
"You don't have the right to call me 'little brother'! I don't have a cold-blooded brother like you!" A thirteen year old Lu Yin Ze yelled with tears in his eyes at Lu Jin. His features were still soft and feminine, androgynous in his youth.
Lu Jin looked at Lu Yin Ze's bloodied hand. He frowned. "You are the one who wants to hurt me. Why are you so stupid that you even hurt yourself in the process?"
Lu Yin Ze pursed his pale lips. "Don't pretend that you are concerned about me. You and 'that' man only want me to die!"
Lu Jin was silent. He simply picked up the medical kit, stepped forward to grab his little brother's arm, and forcefully cleaned up Lu Yin Ze's wound.
...
Lu Yin Ze looked at his left hand. The wound on his fair skin from that time healed a long time ago.
He continued reading the letter.
[You might be wondering why I chose father over you, grandfather, and mother. You have the right to curse at me, or to kill me for what I have done. In the end, I still have to accompany my father in facing our sins and punishment. I will not ask to be redeemed, because I have done those acts with a sane mind.
Lu Yin Ze's hand clutched on the paper. He did not know what he was feeling at the moment. However, he knew that he just read something he did not like.
He read the last paragraph.
[There is a memory card in this envelope. Use it well.]