The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 740 - 293 is so much like our ancestor!_3

Chapter 740: 293 is so much like our ancestor!_3

When Bai Zhongyu died, like Bai Li, he left no body behind; Lady Bai erected a cenotaph for him, so the grave was not large, and it was fenced off by people from the tourist area.

Bai Lian followed behind Pu Xiaohan, looking at the cenotaph here.

The previous group had just finished paying homage to Bai Zhongyu.

There were many things stuffed in front of Bai Zhongyu’s tomb by young people, including short swords, toy guns, newspapers, as well as chocolates and lollipops…

There was also a bunch of poppies, the Bai Family’s representative bouquet, parked to the side.

After paying her respects, Pu Xiaohan saw that Bai Lian was still standing in front of the tomb; thinking it was Bai Lian’s first visit, she did not disturb her and spoke with the people managing the cemetery instead, asking how often they cleared the offerings.

Bai Lian, holding a lit incense stick, looked at the numbers carved on the headstone before speaking, “You see, in the end, Chen Ye and the others survived, and I am also doing quite well…”

Bai Lian took out her phone, which had a photo of Jiang Suyi’s grave site.

After flipping to that photo and contemplating for a long time, she still did not display the picture, “I saw the Third Princess, she’s doing quite well too.”

Jiang Suyi was two years younger than Bai Zhongyu; when she was younger, due to poor health, she was sent by Emperor Jiang to Bai Li to learn spear fighting for a while, and she had known Bai Zhongyu since childhood.

However, after Bai Li died on the battlefield, and Bai Zhongyu went far away to Xiangcheng, the two never saw each other again.

The night before Jiang Suyi was sent off for a diplomatic marriage by Emperor Jiang, Bai Lian secretly climbed into Jiang Suyi’s palace to ask her if she wanted to escape.

She remembered how her father died trapped on the battlefield without reinforcements, she remembered how Bai Zhongyu gave up the pen to join the military and went to Xiangcheng, she remembered how the Third Princess died on the plains, unable to wait for her brother to come back and pacify the grasslands…

Only when Xiangcheng could no longer hold out, and she was left alone in Xiangcheng, could she understand Jiang Suyi’s thoughts.

Jiang Suyi did not leave; she had no choice, as it was an imperial command she could not defy.

But it was also for the common people.

She was Jiang Suyi, and she was also the Third Princess.

When Chen Beixuan arrived at Bai Zhongyu’s tomb, wearing a military coat and black leather ankle boots, carrying a bouquet of sunflowers, what she saw was just such a scene.

The girl wrapped in a white cloak, holding a cell phone standing in front of Bai Zhongyu’s tomb.

The way she lowered her eyes, she looked extremely similar to the only painting worshipped in the Chen Family ancestral shrine.

Chen Beixuan felt a bit dazed.

Bai Lian placed the incense stick in the nearby censer and then put away her phone and turned around, her gaze meeting the woman holding the sunflowers and staring at her; she gave the woman a slight nod.

She then stepped away.

After the person left, Chen Beixuan finally came to her senses, withdrew her gaze, placed the sunflowers in front of the tomb, and offered incense to her ancestors, praying for their blessings.

**

Shanhai Apartment.

It was already evening when Bai Lian and Pu Xiaohan returned.

Ji Heng and Director Chen’s group caught a bountiful haul ice fishing today, so they specially called Xu Wenyao and Jian Zhe over for dinner.

Jiang Fulai wouldn’t be back until late tonight and would miss dinner.

At the dinner table.

Jian Zhe and Xu Wenyao were discussing this year’s postgraduate entrance exam questions, one humanities and the other science; although the questions were different, their moods were similar.

Bai Lian was very quiet today, her expression listless; she went back upstairs after eating.

Dean Jian’s eyes had been following Bai Lian the entire time; he perfunctorily responded to Jian Zhe and, after seeing Bai Lian go upstairs, quickly finished his meal, put down his chopsticks, and headed to room 303 to find her.

He had come to Shanhai Apartment on Tuesday to wait for her, but she had been at school all week and he had not seen her.

In room 303, the door to the study was ajar.

Dean Jian knocked on the door, waiting for a response from inside before pushing it open and entering.

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Inside the study.

Bai Lian was dressed in a white home outfit, lounging by the window; a cigarette was delicately trapped between her cold, pale fingers as she carelessly exhaled a thin layer of smoke, her wrist lazily resting on the windowsill. The window was half-open, allowing the cold wind to disperse the smoke.

Dean Jian was startled.

In his eyes, Bai Lian was always a well-behaved student, polite and reserved, dignified. Seeing Bai Lian like this suddenly, he was stunned for a few seconds before he could react.

“Dean Jian,” Bai Lian slightly tilted her head, raised her eyebrows, “Is there something you need?”

“Yes,” Dean Jian withdrew his gaze from the cigarette in her hand and simply said, “I wanted to talk to you about something. I mentioned before about an old friend who wants to meet you. Besides, he’s also thinking about adopting you as his goddaughter. What do you think?”