Chapter 1383 - 1400: He Probably Doesn’t Have Time for Others Now

Chapter 1383: Chapter 1400: He Probably Doesn’t Have Time for Others Now

His weathered pupils sharply fixated on Nangong Zhongli.

Suddenly, he sighed helplessly.

"Butler, have someone book two tickets to return home."

"Sir, are you...are you going back home? Your health..."

"I’m fine, hurry up!" he ordered sternly.

The butler could only nod.

Nangong Zhongli grasped Nangong Jinlie’s somewhat aged hand, her heart tense with unease, even fear, yet a flicker of hope pushed her to maintain her calm facade.

She whispered, "Grandfather...I...are you really..."

However, the words Nangong Jinlie spoke left her utterly shocked.

"Zhongli, when you make a mistake, you must face the consequences! Do you think you can solve the problem by running away like this?"

Nangong Zhongli suddenly released the old man’s hand.

"No!" she cried softly and grabbed his arm again, "I am your own granddaughter! Grandfather...what does Xia Xiaonuan count as? She’s not Xia Xiaonuan...she’s Xia Qiqi! She’s a fraud, a thief! She deceived you, deceived everyone...and stole Shaochen’s heart...Grandfather!"

"Enough...I’m tired, you should go back." Nangong Jinlie pulled back his arm and lay down.

Nangong Zhongli’s eyes reddened, staring wide.

She stood dumbfounded by the bedside, her pupils awash with chaos and despair.

"No...Grandfather..." she persisted, moving forward to hold his hand.

"Alright, I know what I’m doing." Nangong Jinlie said in a somewhat aged, weary voice.

Nangong Zhongli closed her eyes briefly.

She had always understood Nangong Jinlie’s character; once he made a decision, it was truly difficult to sway him.

She released Nangong Jinlie’s hand and whispered, choking on her words, "Grandfather...I’m sorry...please rest well."

With that said, she stood up, like a lost soul, and dragged her heavy steps out the door.

******

"Sir, the Crown Prince has been investigating matters concerning Miss Qi Yue these days. If he really finds something, I fear..." Liao Ping stood at the vast desk, looking at the handsome man seated opposite.

Liang Shaochen was holding a file and flipping through it.

He asked without lifting his head, "Has he found anything?"

"Not clear yet, but I’m worried if this continues, something might happen."

Liang Shaochen closed the file in his hand.

He adjusted his frameless glasses, and his clear eyes became somewhat profound.

"No matter, let him investigate. Even if he continues, he’ll only find the matter relates to Situ Yan’s people. It’s unfortunate those people have already gone abroad; this isn’t a simple matter. Even if he’s Nangong Yaoling..."

Liao Ping remained uneasy, hesitating as if wanting to speak but stopping.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Sir..." Liao Ping stepped forward and said, "I know I don’t have the right to say this, but I can’t help it; you shouldn’t confront the Crown Prince right now. Now...Prince Nangong has started suspecting you. If this continues, it might be disadvantageous for you, and the entire Liang Family might be affected."

Liang Shaochen curved his lips into a faint smile.

"You’re overthinking it." He replied, "Nangong Yaoling probably has more pressing matters to investigate now; he likely doesn’t have time for others."