At night, after settling Gu Kun in, Uncle Gu sat in front of Gu Qingfeng's sickbed.
Gu Qingfeng's hand still held the Jade Pendant, staring blankly in a trance.
His complexion was different from usual, somewhat gloomy.
Seeing the Old Patriarch's expression, Uncle Gu spoke bluntly, "Old Patriarch, don't you think this matter is too abrupt and too coincidental?"
Most of the residents of Sanwan Village were workers at the Gu Family Jade Mine; Uncle Gu had visited many times over the years, including a few visits by the Old Patriarch in the past years.
But he never heard of anyone named Gu Kun.
Yet, the household registry clearly listed him.
Name, age, place of origin, all matched up.
Moreover, this Gu Kun's son was a locally renowned sculptor.
The most important thing was that in his hands he held the First Lady's Jade Pendant.
And the First Lady had been dead for over forty years...