Jiang Siwen paused, as if struck by a sudden realization.
He bowed slightly to Jiangli, then turned to Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei and waved his hands, saying warmly, "Take care of yourselves."
Jiang Yongxin was momentarily stunned; in strict terms, this was the first time she’d seen such a soft expression on Jiang Siwen’s face.
As soon as Jiang Siwen’s words had fallen, a pitch-black path suddenly appeared behind him, seemingly without end.
Jiang Siwen waved to them and then turned and walked into the path.
Before Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei could react, Jiang Siwen’s figure had vanished before their eyes.
Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei supported each other as they stood up, but it was already too late.
Jiang Siwen had completely disappeared.
Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei couldn’t help but cry again.
Jiang Yongnian, however, collapsed to the ground as if he’d narrowly escaped death, gasping for air.
Jiangli glanced at him and said, "You’d better turn yourself in; I don’t want to call the police for you."
Jiang Yongnian stared blankly at her.
Without saying more, Jiangli spoke to Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei, "This matter is settled, so I’ll be leaving now. My fee for an out-of-town job is eight hundred thousand. You should contact Master Sun later to get Xia Xin’s contact information, and make sure to transfer the funds."
After finishing her words, Jiangli took out a few Purification Talismans and handed them to Jiang Yongxin.
"These are Purification Talismans, place them at the four corners of the coffin. After they’re burned, everything will return to normal. A single talisman normally costs ten thousand, but consider these a free gift."
Jiang Yongxin dumbly accepted the Purification Talismans.
Jiangli turned and left.
Xia Xin bowed to them and then followed Jiangli out.
Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei exchanged a look, their emotions complex as they turned their gaze toward Jiang Yongnian.
In the end, it was He Xiumei who decided to call the police.
When Jiang Yongnian heard He Xiumei’s intention to call the police, he scrambled to his feet, wanting to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei, while waiting for the police to arrive, found the will left by the old Master Jiang.
And indeed, the will stipulated that all the property was to be left to Jiang Yongxin.
It probably wasn’t the initial will crafted by Master Jiang.
But there were no signs of any alterations.
Show it to any lawyer, and they wouldn’t be able to find anything wrong.
When Jiangli and Xia Xin left the Jiang Family’s place, they walked to the doorway and hailed a cab.
Since leaving the Jiang house, Xia Xin had been silent, head bowed, as if deep in thought, occasionally furrowing his brows.
Catching a glimpse of his expression from the corner of her eye, Jiangli asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xia Xin scratched his head, caught by Jiangli’s attention, and didn’t hide his thoughts, "Ancestor, I’m just wondering if there’s more to this case than meets the eye?"
Jiangli raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
Xia Xin counted on his fingers, "I don’t know if I’m right, but I was thinking... when we first went to Master Sun’s shop, didn’t you say that the timing of the Jiang Family arranging the coffin was a bit off, Ancestor?"
Master Jiang had died of a sudden illness, but Jiang Yongnian had ordered the coffin several days in advance.
It was as if he had foreseen Master Jiang’s death.
Yet according to what Jiang Yongnian has now confessed, the event seemed to have happened quite unexpectedly.
Why would Jiang Yongnian have pre-arranged the coffin?
Could it be just because he thought Master Jiang was old and it was time to prepare a coffin in advance?
But considering the comparable age between He Xiumei and Master Jiang, they should be no more than in their forties or fifties.
In this day and age, at that age, in the prime of life, would it be necessary to prepare for one’s eventual death so far in advance?
Xia Xin had felt something was amiss at the time, and the more he thought about it, the more it troubled him.
Yet Jiangli had said nothing at the scene.
Xia Xin couldn’t help but wonder if he was overthinking things.