Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 840 - 389: Stolen Fortune

They say good news never goes beyond the door, while bad things spread far and wide. The scandal that erupted at Old Mrs. Yu’s funeral hall today spread rapidly.

The renowned Amos was, in fact, Sang Kunrou’s nephew by marriage to Yisen.

It turns out that Yu Yisen and his wife had been secretly imprisoned by the Yu family for many years.

Judging by today’s scene, Amos came with a fierce momentum, determined to seek justice for Yisen and his wife.

And there’s also the case of Sang Kunrou, which even Li Qu was asked to come out of retirement to reinvestigate.

The explosive news left everyone reeling, making the scandals caused by Yu Fuce and Qiao Wan seem trivial in comparison.

Poor Old Mrs. Yu, who enjoyed wealth and honor all her life—if only she knew what drama unfolded at her funeral, who knows how angry she’d be, as she always cared so much about her reputation.

However, there was also a rumor that Old Mrs. Yu was not the kindhearted, devout woman she pretended to be. When she fell on hard times, it was Sang Ziming who saved her, but she repaid his kindness by climbing into his husband’s bed.

Sang Ziming didn’t die from illness; she was poisoned by Mei Lvge. After that, she not only took over Sang Ziming’s husband and assets but also tried to eradicate her son, truly a venomous woman with a heart like a scorpion.

The carefully crafted good person persona of Old Mrs. Yu crumbled in the rumors, which were well-rounded and supported by many matching details, impossible to disbelieve.

Even the well-known gossip forum quietly saw a major post pop up at midnight, telling a dramatic story about the dirty secrets buried by a prominent family for decades, using pseudonyms.

The story was thrilling and unnamed, but the sharp-minded gossipers soon guessed it was about the Yu family.

—— Tsk, this old venomous woman drove out the rightful owner and yet got a peaceful end. Heaven is unjust.

—— My grandfather saw szm when he was young. He said she was extremely beautiful, with an elegant disposition, and very gentle and kind. She was also immensely talented, and not many might know she was the founder of a particular type of calligraphy. Sadly, she entrusted herself to the wrong person and met a tragic end.

—— The old venomous woman took the husband, took the wealth, killed people, and even tried to eliminate the son—utterly ruthless. Such a person lived a life of luxury, and yet Heaven turned a blind eye.

—— The old venomous woman raised little venomous ones. Don’t you know her great-granddaughter is infamous for her wickedness, truly her legacy.

—— Qiao Wan, tsk tsk, knows how to find herself powerful backers.

—— I just want to know, is Professor Yys still alive? He’s a great physicist; his brilliance should not be obscured.

—— You’re so bold, discussing this. Don’t you want your accounts anymore?

—— Haha, trying to silence us again, boring. If you don’t want it known, don’t do it.

—— The stolen fortune will eventually be returned; just wait, their retribution is on the way.

The post quickly climbed to the top, with all sorts of comments. But given the sensitivity of the topic, everyone could only criticize in riddles. Before dawn, the post would be taken down, and accounts participating in the discussion might even be banned.

But at this point, everyone was uninhibited, chatting freely. The more they talked, the more dangerous it got. Those who stumbled across the post were frightened yet couldn’t resist continuing to read, feeling indignant and eager to lash out further.

Before they knew it, Daylight came. People belatedly realized the post was still up, and their accounts were intact.

Could it be the Yu family was too busy with the funeral to monitor public opinion?

The post remained pinned at the top, with the discussion growing more sensitive and unrestrained.

Three days passed, and even after Old Mrs. Yu’s burial, the post remained up.

Yu Fusheng chose a piece of feng shui land for the burial site. On the day of the funeral, the weather was gloomy and overcast.

On the way to the burial, a strong wind suddenly arose while they were passing a mountain path, and a rock rolled down from the cliff, nearly hitting the hearse.

The driver was left shaken.

Yu Fusheng frowned deeply, directing people to quickly remove the boulder.

Wei Zhuhua’s face was even paler than her mourning attire. She closed her eyes, praying silently with her Buddha Beads.

After Amos promptly expelled them from Four Seasons Manor, Yu Fusheng brought the old lady’s coffin back to the old residence, where it rested for three days.

Yu Fusheng invited a high monk from Xiangguo Temple to perform three days of rites, yet throughout these three days, Wei Zhuhua sensed strange occurrences.

Her many-year-old cats and dogs died inexplicably, and every night, a flock of black crows circled over the house with unsettling cries, disturbing the peace.

Moreover, the kitchen mysteriously caught fire last night, and if not for the timely intervention of the watchman, the outcome could have been disastrous. No signs of arson were found after investigation.

The weather forecast predicted clear skies for today, hence the choice of burial date. Who could have guessed that despite clear skies leaving the house, tumultuous weather and a rockslide would ensue?

Incident after incident—these constant disturbances left her deeply unsettled.

Yu Ruohuan, with one arm in a cast, glanced indifferently at the praying Wei Zhuhua.

"Mom, at a time like this, you still have the heart to chant scriptures."

Wei Zhuhua opened her eyes, giving her a faint glance. "Everything has a spirit, and we must hold a heart of reverence."

Yu Ruohuan scoffed.

Wei Zhuhua looked toward Yu Fusheng. "Fusheng, I think we should heed Master Xuanguang’s advice and bury Grandmother at the Cloud Platform."

For Old Mrs. Yu’s gravesite, Yu Fusheng specifically consulted an expert in feng shui, eventually choosing an auspicious piece of land on Wansui Mountain, nestled by the mountain and water.

Wei Zhuhua sought advice from Master Xuanguang at Xiangguo Temple, who offered a different opinion: It’s unsuitable for Old Mrs. Yu to be buried at Wansui Mountain. Her fortune dissipated the moment she died, and instead of bringing blessings to her descendants, the auspicious site would bring disaster.

The Cloud Platform is an ordinary cemetery in Jingzhou, home to commoners. Burying Old Mrs. Yu there would return everything to dust.

Yu Fusheng disagreed; how could such an esteemed lady in life be buried with ordinary people? He firmly refused.

Hearing Wei Zhuhua bring up the topic again, Yu Fusheng’s expression darkened, glaring at her coldly.

"Do you want me to be condemned as an unfilial descendant by the world? Stop bringing up such topics."

Wei Zhuhua sighed silently. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

She understood Master Xuanguang’s point. Old Mrs. Yu enjoyed unearned luxury for decades, and everything ended the moment she died.

The auspicious site would not be her source of fortune but a Death Sentence.

She was, after all, a commoner, and returning to the Cloud Platform was the best destiny for both her and the Yu descendants.

Unfortunately, Old Mrs. Yu didn’t grasp this, nor did Yu Fusheng.

The stone was soon cleared, and the procession resumed its journey.