Volume One, Chapter 14: The Person in the Grave Is Not Tuantuan's Mother

The childish voice of little Tuan Tuan left the men of the Yang family stunned and speechless.

What does she mean?

What exactly is Tuan Tuan trying to say?

The men of the Yang family were still trying to process her words.

Yang Chengze crouched down gently and asked in a soft voice, “Tuan Tuan, Mom has passed away. This is Mom’s ashes.”

So, there is no mother.

But the little one shook her head, “Big brother, Mom is not here. The ashes inside are not Mom’s—they belong to someone else.”

“What?!” Yang Jinchuan exclaimed.

He had personally placed his wife’s ashes in the urn. How could it be someone else’s?

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Yang Qiuxiu, the second brother, who had once briefly possessed the “Heaven’s Eye,” looked at the grave and also knelt down. “Little sister, you’re saying the ashes inside are someone else’s, not our mother’s?”

Tuan Tuan nodded obediently and seriously.

Her words struck like an exploding firework, leaving the men dizzy and then burning with anger.

How could their mother’s ashes have been swapped?

After calming down, their father and brothers began to consider another question: Could little Tuan Tuan’s words really be true?

After all, she was only three and a half years old, without any special sight—how could she tell that the ashes inside were not their mother’s?

As everyone was uncertain how to judge, a ten-year-old boy walked over from the cemetery. “What she says is right. The ashes inside the grave are not Aunt Ai Zi’s.”

Following him was an elderly man with white hair and beard, yet with a youthful, radiant spirit, as if a sage had descended.

“Uncle Gu, what brings you here?” Yang Jinchuan asked in surprise.

This was none other than Gu Hongwen, a close friend of their father.

The Gu family was well-versed in the occult arts, but due to a past incident involving Gu Jinghuai’s parents, this branch had largely withdrawn from such matters and lived quietly.

Today, Gu Hongwen was sent by the old master of the Yang family to bring his grandson, Gu Jinghuai, to investigate the situation at the cemetery.

Unexpectedly, upon arrival, they heard the little one reveal the truth.

This little girl was quite remarkable.

Gu Hongwen quickly stepped forward, gently pulling aside Yang Junjie to get a closer look at Tuan Tuan.

At a single glance, Gu Hongwen was both surprised and delighted. “Little Tuan, I see you have extraordinary bones—a rare talent. Would you be interested in becoming a monk?”

Yang Jinchuan immediately scooped up Tuan Tuan into his arms. “Uncle Gu, that’s no joke—don’t scare the child.”

She was his precious daughter, found after much searching. He wouldn’t even let her marry off, let alone have her enter a monastery.

The five brothers exchanged looks, thinking Gu Hongwen must have lost his mind today.

What kind of master was this? More like a madman.

Gu Jinghuai stepped forward and tugged at Gu Hongwen’s sleeve. “Grandfather, you’re scaring the child.”

Tuan Tuan’s eyes brightened as she looked at Gu Jinghuai. He was so handsome—she felt she’d seen him somewhere before.

Unlike Gu Hongwen’s excitement, Gu Jinghuai remained calm, his attention fixed on Tuan Tuan.

She wore a white down jacket, her dark, glossy eyes sparkling with clarity, her skin as fair and delicate as a snow doll—adorable beyond words.

“Little Tuan, how did you know there was something strange about the ashes inside the grave?” Gu Jinghuai asked with genuine curiosity.

This child, barely three or four years old, possessed abilities surpassing those of adults.

Was this talent?

No wonder Grandpa was eager to take her under his wing.

“I don’t know exactly,” Tuan Tuan replied softly. “I just feel something’s different. The ashes inside aren’t Mom’s.”

Her gentle voice softened Gu Hongwen’s usual stern demeanor. He wanted to step closer to confirm the extraordinary nature of her bones, but the five brothers subtly blocked his way.

Wanting to get near their little sister? Not a chance.

Not even through the door or window.

Gu Jinghuai noticed the Yang family’s resistance toward his grandfather—it seemed they feared he might whisk little Tuan Tuan away.

“Uncle Yang, the ashes inside the grave have been swapped. I just calculated and confirmed they don’t belong to Aunt Ai. Has your family offended someone?”

Offended someone?

In business, where some prosper, others envy and scheme.

If your enterprise flourishes, there will be those who are jealous and work secretly to undermine you.

With this matter weighing on their minds, everyone returned to the Yang residence to discuss it further.

**

At the Yang residence, Gu Hongwen relayed the situation to the old master, who was furious beyond measure.

Yang Jinchuan immediately contacted others, determined to open the grave and retrieve the ashes. Just thinking about it made him uneasy.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, little Tuan Tuan sat washing her hands, with a table full of fruits and pastries before her.

She pushed a plate of osmanthus cake aside softly and said in a tender voice, “Big brother, please eat some.”

Gu Jinghuai picked up a piece of osmanthus cake. Not fond of sweets, he took a bite and found it not too sweet, rather delicious.

“Thank you, it’s very tasty.” After finishing, he wiped his hands.

Looking at Tuan Tuan’s adorable face, his voice unconsciously softened. “My name is Gu Jinghuai. What’s your name?”

“Tuan Tuan. Daddy says it means ‘reunion.’”

But without Mom, they could never reunite.

A shadow dimmed in the little girl’s eyes, stirring Gu Jinghuai’s heart with pain.

“Don’t worry, Tuan Tuan. Big brother will help you find your mother’s ashes.”

Tuan Tuan nodded solemnly. “I believe in Brother Jinghuai.”

Gu Jinghuai’s gaze fell on the pendant around her neck.

Little Mei gasped silently.

Could this young man have noticed it?

Would he pull her out of the pendant and cast her into the Burning Ghost Furnace?

Little Mei shivered, life as a ghost was truly hard.

Sensing Little Mei’s despair, Tuan Tuan instinctively hugged a cloth doll, gently covering the visible pendant.

Seeing this, Gu Jinghuai said nothing.

Yang Chengze strode over and took Tuan Tuan into his arms. “Tuan Tuan, Grandpa Gu has some questions for you. Don’t be afraid, Big Brother will protect you.”

Tuan Tuan obediently nodded and followed Yang Chengze and Gu Jinghuai to the receiving area.

“Hello, Grandpa Gu,” she greeted softly and politely.

Gu Hongwen laughed heartily, “This little one is wonderful—not afraid and gifted. Old Yang, your family truly breeds talents. This precious granddaughter is a blessing for the Yang family.”

Though praised, Yang Nanqiao was not pleased but worried. “Old Gu, Tuan Tuan is only three and a half. Could her abilities bring her harm? Rather than being a family blessing, I’d prefer she grows up healthy and carefree.”

Yang Jinchuan and the five brothers all nodded in agreement. They didn’t care about the blessings she might bring; they only wanted her to grow up healthy.

Gu Hongwen looked at the composed little girl and began chanting a spell, straining to open his “Heaven’s Eye” to take a proper look at Tuan Tuan…

Everyone watched as Gu Hongwen’s hand passed before his eyes—he had activated the “Heaven’s Eye.”

The next moment, Gu Hongwen’s eyes widened in shock. But he saw nothing.

Half was pure white, half pitch black, as if night and day held opposing sides, locked in a silent battle to see which would devour the other.