Chapter 376 - Sealed Capital (1/2)

Translator: StarReader

Editor: Elitecoder

Yun Shuang refused to believe it. She was stiff for a minute and then bolted for Parish.

“Call the elders! We’re going as well!” Zhuo Fan shouted.

Luo Yunchang nodded and called them. Li Jingtian and the power couple arrived. They were around the young miss and princess, protecting them as they went along to Parish.

At the parish, Xiao Dongzi took them to where Yun Xuanji received guests.

But what they saw inside had everyone stunned.

Yun Xuanji was still in his seat, but covered in blood. He was clearly more than a little roughed up. His eyes gouged and his head slumped.

“Grandfather!”

Yun Shuang held the body and cried. Luo Yunchang and the princess were taken in by sadness, going to her to soothe her pain.

Having lost her father as well, Luo Yunchang could relate with Shuang’er’s pain. Her eyes grew red and tears soon fell.

Zhuo Fan watched it all with a critical eye, turning to Li Jingtian, “What do you guys make of this?”

“The Yun clan has stood for a thousand years in Tianyu. Always neutral and respected. Not to mention it is the third pillar. Just who could’ve done this at such a crucial time?” Li Jingtian frowned.

Qiu Yanhai nodded as well, “He’s been reduced to such a state yet everything around him lies undisturbed and clean. That means he was brought here dead. Moreover, were his eyes scooped up because of their ability to see fate?”

“If it were just for the eyes, Yun clan would’ve long since been kidnapped in the past thousand years. The death of Yun Xuanji is for a different reason. And since he died, the killer took his eyes while he was at it to do a little research.”

Gasping, Zhuo Fan spoke with calm, but his mind replayed his encounter with Yun Xuanji. He found Yun Xuanji’s tone odd at the time.

The way he gave his granddaughter away, felt less like gaining a helper rather than fulfilling the old man’s will. [Did he see his end coming?]

Zhuo Fan squinted as his thoughts wandered…

Luo Yunchang said, “You’re all experts. After all this talking, have you found who killed Shuang’er’s grandfather or not?”

Yun Shuang’s sobbing stopped and her ears sharpened. Princess looked interested as well.

“The imperial capital is in troubled waters right now. Who knows who did it?”

Zhuo Fan shrugged, “What matters now is finding a safe place for the Yun clan. Now I know why Yun Xuanji gave me Shuang’er. It was his final wish, having foreseen his own death…”

“It’s all my fault. With grandfather always doing the reading, I never tried doing it on him. If only I’d been more aware…” Yun Shuang’s tears resumed from pain.

The two girls rushed to console her. Zhuo Fan smiled, “Don’t blame yourself. Your grandfather did it with this in mind. For his principles, the High Priest knew he was at his end and chose to go like this. I truly admire his resolve and righteousness. To honor him, I will not only look after you, but your clan as well. Young miss, what do you say?”

“Of course!” Luo Yunchang nodded with resolve.

Yun Shuang wiped her tears, moved by her new sister’s kindness. Then she said to Zhuo Fan, “Forgive me, Steward Zhuo. I always took you for a demon, but you aren’t even a bad man. Thank you…”

“It’s fine. I’m quite the baddie sometimes, you know. Ha-ha-ha…”

Zhuo Fan had a vague smile, “With the imperial capital in unrest and the Yun clan without a leader, it will become the pawn of every player in pursuit for power. I propose that we move the Yun clan to Blackwind Mountain. There, they will be safe. What do you think?”

“It’s great, but… Yun clan has thousands of people. Moving them all will require His Majesty’s approval!” Yun Shuang muttered.

Zhuo Fan gave an evil grin, “Fret not. Have you forgotten who I am? I am the Best Steward Beneath Heavens! Leave it to me.”

He handed Li Jingtian the cape that the emperor gave him, “Elder Li, take this and leave with the Yun clan as quickly as possible. You three will look after them. Once outside the imperial capital, send someone to report what has happened to the Imperial Palace.”

“Understood!”

Li Jingtian nodded and bowed. But used silent transmission when he noticed Zhuo Fan’s look, “Steward Zhuo, when did you become a saint? It’s not your style. Or did you suddenly take a liking to that miss?”

“Stuff it! I’m not that dirty-minded!”