My Lady Always Lacks Ambition
Chapter 240 - 239: The Human Heart is Fickle

Chapter 240: Chapter 239: The Human Heart is Fickle

The exquisite residence in Linjiang, Yu Changkong sat inside the house, a chessboard laid out before him, playing a game against himself with each hand controlling a piece.

Sifang let out a yawn; although his young master was a feast for the eyes, watching him play chess against himself could really put someone to sleep.

He glanced over at Da Qiong, who was sitting cross-legged by the doorway, hands in a sealing gesture, silently reciting the Inner Cultivation Methods.

Uncle Qian entered the courtyard; Sifang straightened up and saluted him with cupped hands.

"Young Master," Uncle Qian held a scroll in his hand.

Yu Changkong didn’t lift his head, just uh-huh’d, and asked, "Did they seal that golden statue properly?"

"Don’t worry, Young Master, it has been securely sealed. It will be delivered to Qingping Temple by this afternoon’s good time, there will be no delay for tomorrow’s Enlightenment Scripture ceremony," Uncle Qian said with a smile.

Yu Changkong raised his head, the corners of his lips slightly curving, "That’s good to hear."

Uncle Qian caught sight of the glint in his young master’s eyes, reminiscent and longing; they could see again, just like the young miss’s eyes when she was alive.

Yu Changkong noted the old servant’s nostalgic expression, his smile receding slightly as his gaze fell upon the scroll in his hand, "Is there something else?"

Uncle Qian came back to his senses, expression becoming more earnest, "Young Master, a message has come from the clan—Clan Leader has fallen ill. I’m afraid we must return to the clan."

Yu Changkong’s expression changed subtly as he took the scroll and unfolded it to read. The message contained only a few words: the Clan Leader had collapsed and had been unconscious for two days, urging a prompt return.

He gripped the piece of paper, lips slightly pursed, as his otherwise delicate and handsome face took on a stern hue.

"Young Master?"

"After attending the ceremony tomorrow, we’ll head back to the clan," Yu Changkong’s eyes flickered with annoyance.

Uncle Qian wanted to say that they didn’t have to return if they didn’t want to, that they could stay in Li City a while longer. After all, the young master’s smile had grown more frequent here, especially after his eyes had regained sight, he seemed to have become more amiable.

The young master actually didn’t like being in the clan.

But now that the Clan Leader was ill and had lost consciousness, he couldn’t prevent the young master from returning to fulfill his filial duty, after all, that was his own grandfather.

"Young Master could stay a couple more days," Uncle Qian said dryly.

Yu Changkong shook his head, "Let’s go back, I also want to take a look at the Book Collection Pavilion."

The bookstores outside could never compare to the Yu Family’s Book Collection Pavilion. There were many books he wanted to find and read, including his father’s handwritten notes.

Once he left, he did not know when he would be able to return to Li City, and he had not yet mastered how to control these eyes to see all kinds of auspicious and evil spirits.

Yu Changkong looked at the paper figures he had cut out sitting beside him; they were dry and flat, just made of paper, unlike those cut by Qin Liuxi, which seemed to have a soul and could move.

If he were to leave, could she still communicate with him using those little paper figures?

Yu Changkong’s white piece clicked down onto the board, landing squarely in a trap set by the black pieces. From this point on, it was a losing game for the white pieces.

It seemed he was getting too anxious about gain and loss.

This was not proper.

Yu Changkong threw the black pieces into the chess pot, stood by the window with hands clasped behind his back, his gaze gradually becoming clear and determined.

To walk a smooth path, he first needed to remove the obstacles in front of him; otherwise, he feared he would not gain entry onto the other’s path.

"When we get back, send word to Yun Pavilion to come and see me."

Uncle Qian’s face lit up with joy: "Has the Young Master finally figured it out?"

Yu Changkong looked over, his face not showing happiness, but rather cold indifference: "Uncle Qian, don’t be so pleased just yet. After ten years, is it really true that everyone will be waiting for me?"

Uncle Qian was taken aback, "No, the young miss was deeply benevolent to them. Yun Pavilion was established by her hand; it should belong to you."

"People die, like candles blown out." Yu Changkong’s voice was cool as he looked down, "Once someone is gone, their tea goes cold."

And people’s hearts, they change easily.