Mr. Zhong sighed with a mix of emotions. "Ever since Madam left, this courtyard has remained unchanged."
"The Prince himself planted this peach tree the year Madam passed away. It has been seventeen years now. Every night, he would come here silently, watering the tree and talking to it, as if Madam were still alive."
Chu Feng coldly remarked, "They're all deceased. What's the purpose of these actions?"
Mr. Zhong was left speechless and could only sigh inwardly.
"Oh, by the way, Master Feng, your mother left these land deeds for you."
Mr. Zhong remembered something and handed a well-preserved sandalwood box to Chu Feng. Inside were several yellowed land deeds.
"Xi Ye's properties? How could my mother have Xi Ye's properties?"
Chu Feng's eyes scanned over them, slightly surprised.
Mr. Zhong explained, "These were the dowries your grandmother gave to your mother. It was your grandmother's lifelong savings. Your mother's family was from Xi Ye, but she never had the chance to see it all these years."
Chu Feng's gaze deepened. No wonder he felt such a strong connection to Xi Ye. It turned out to be his mother's hometown as well.
But she had never mentioned these things to him.
Mr. Zhong continued, "Your grandmother and your mother were both kind and gentle women, and they were very capable. Your mother's family, the Ye family, were originally just ordinary villagers, but under her leadership, they developed rapidly. In just over ten years, they had accumulated billions of dollars of wealth, which is quite remarkable."
"Unfortunately, fate was unkind. Your grandmother passed away three years ago due to cancer. She worked hard her whole life but didn't get to enjoy it."
Chu Feng's eyes were filled with regret and sorrow. He had originally planned to visit the elderly and show filial piety towards them, but he never had the opportunity.
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