Chapter 544: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 637: Burying Ouyang Chengren

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

However, since Qianqian had already expressed herself so clearly, if Luo Shun refused again, it would put Qianqian in a difficult position. Thus, he could only helplessly comply with Qianqian's wishes and nod in agreement.

Seeing this, a satisfied smile appeared on Qianqian's face, and she then followed the servant into the residence together with Luo Shun.

This residence looked quite simple; no signboard hung on the gate, making it hard to tell its owner at a glance.

However, Luo Shun knew very well in his heart that this residence indeed belonged to Qianqian, and because it was relatively close to An Wangfu, Qianqian had specially kept it for her own use.

Upon entering the residence, Luo Shun discovered the interior lacked excessive decoration, appearing rather plain. Fortunately, everyone in the residence was Qianqian's confidant, which put him greatly at ease.

Led by the servant, the two passed through the courtyard and arrived at a room in the rear courtyard.

Qianqian turned to Luo Shun and said, "Brother Luo, go in and take a look. This will be your residence from now on. If you need anything, just tell the Steward; he will prepare everything for you."

Just as they were speaking, a sudden rush of hurried footsteps came from behind.

Luo Shun and Qianqian looked over simultaneously, only to see a middle-aged man walking quickly toward them. When he drew near, he stepped forward, bowed to Qianqian, and said, "Miss, you have come."

Qianqian smiled in reply, "Uncle Wang, I will have to trouble you to take care of things from now on."

As it turned out, this middle-aged man was precisely the Steward of this residence, and also someone Qianqian had specially requested from An Wangfu. With such a reliable person in charge of management, Qianqian naturally felt at ease.

Hearing this, the Steward hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Miss is too polite; this is all within this lowly one's duties."

The Steward wore a smile, slowly pushed open the door, then stepped aside to make way, and politely said, "Young Master Luo, please inspect; see if the room is to your satisfaction."

Luo Shun and Qianqian followed closely behind the Steward and entered the room together.

Upon entering, the first thing that met the eye was a screen woven from bamboo. The screen's design was simple yet elegant, giving a fresh and natural feeling.

Going around the screen, an exquisite bed came into view.

Above the head of the bed hung a painting of Proud Snow Cold Plum; the plum blossoms in the painting bloomed alone in the cold wind, proud against snow and frost, revealing a lofty and unyielding character.

The entire room's arrangement was quiet and elegant, coinciding perfectly with Luo Shun's taste, and he secretly praised it in his heart.

Luo Shun turned to the Steward and said, "Uncle Wang, thank you; I am very satisfied with this room."

A gratified smile appeared on the Steward's face as he replied, "As long as you are satisfied; this old servant will now take the two of you to see the other places."

With that, the Steward led the way, guiding Luo Shun and Qianqian on a tour of the residence. They visited the study, garden, reception hall, and other areas, gaining a more comprehensive understanding of the residence's layout and environment.

However, just as they were about to finish the tour, a hidden guard suddenly appeared like a ghost.

He quickly walked to Qianqian's side, bent down, and whispered a few words in her ear. Qianqian's expression instantly turned grave; her eyebrows furrowed, as if she had heard important news.

Qianqian steadied herself, turned to Luo Shun, and said, "Brother Luo, just stay here and settle in peace. I have an urgent matter to handle and may not be able to come bother you often. If you need anything, just tell Uncle Wang; he will take good care of you."

Luo Shun nodded, indicating understanding. He watched Qianqian's hurriedly departing back, his heart involuntarily filled with some worry, but he could not bring himself to ask more.

After Qianqian left, Luo Shun silently shut himself in the room and began to bury his head in hard study.

He knew that in this unfamiliar environment, only through continuous learning could he improve himself and adapt to his new life.

Meanwhile, Qianqian returned to Qianji Yuan, her heart somewhat anxious. She jogged all the way, passing through the garden path, heading straight for her own room.

As it turned out, Qianqian had rushed back precisely because she had heard the news that Shi Er and Wangchen had returned.

When she pushed open the door, Shi Er was sitting quietly in the room, seemingly waiting for her arrival. The moment Qianqian entered, she eagerly asked, "Shi Er, when is my Fourth Brother coming back?"

Shi Er stood up and replied respectfully, "Reporting to Master, according to Subordinate's knowledge, Fourth Young Master will return in two or three days at most. Moreover, Master's instructions have already been conveyed to Fourth Young Master by Subordinate; presumably when Fourth Young Master returns, he will bring Hongdou back with him."

Hearing Shi Er's words, Qianqian's heart settled slightly. However, just as she wanted to say something more, she suddenly saw Wangchen walk in.

Wangchen walked before Qianqian with a solemn face, cupped his hands in salute, and said, "Reporting to Master, Subordinate has found General Ouyang's remains."

Upon hearing this, Qianqian's face instantly turned pale; she stared with wide eyes, looking at Wangchen in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly as she asked, "Really?"

Wangchen nodded and replied in a heavy tone, "Yes, Subordinate has already ordered men to properly bury General Ouyang's remains."

Hearing this news, Qianqian was struck as if by lightning; her body shuddered violently.

Although she had actually long prepared herself mentally for Ouyang Chengren's death, because his body had never been found, she had always harbored a sliver of hope in her heart.

Now, this last sliver of hope was also shattered; she only felt as if her heart were tightly gripped by a giant hand, that force making her almost unable to breathe, pain spreading from her chest throughout her whole body.

In an instant, all memories related to Ouyang Chengren surged into her mind like a tide.

She recalled him wearing a suit of armor, majestic and awe-inspiring; recalled his loyalty to the country and care for the common people; recalled the times they had spent together...

Yet, such a general who defended home and country, loyal and devoted, after sacrificing his life for the nation, actually had to rely on someone like her, a person from another country, to collect his corpse. How ironic!

Qianqian's mood grew even heavier; she couldn't help but close her eyes, take a deep breath, and then slowly exhale.

She told herself to calm down, but that grief was like a flood bursting through a dam, utterly uncontrollable.

Finally, she still spoke: "Alright, you all go down." Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner unease.

Shi Er was somewhat worried about Qianqian, but seeing her expression, he hesitated a moment, then ultimately flashed away and left the room.

Wangchen, on the other hand, stood quietly guarding outside the room; his gaze remained fixed on that tightly shut door, as if he could see Qianqian inside through it.

He knew that Qianqian right now must be extremely sad, and his own heart felt equally terrible.