The man knelt on one knee, presenting the box with both hands. "Young Master, I found this in Ye Heng’s study. There are several letters inside. Please, inspect them!"

Yun Cheng took the box, noticing the lock had been smashed open.

Yun Cheng’s face remained impassive. He turned and respectfully handed the box to Shen Yanchuan. "Master."

Shen Yanchuan lowered his gaze, his cool, detached eyes sweeping silently over the box.

The box was open, revealing a stack of about a dozen letters. The one on top had no writing on it, but from the look of the paper, it was clearly several years old.

Shen Yanchuan reached in and opened the first letter.

Ye Shixian, who had witnessed the entire scene from the side, was completely stunned.

She stared at the box and the letters inside, her mind a complete blank.

’Wha-what is this?’

’I searched the study over and over again to make sure no evidence was left behind! So where did these letters come from?!’

As she watched Shen Yanchuan’s long, slender fingers casually flick open the letter, Ye Shixian’s heart gave a violent tremor.

’Father never made a habit of keeping letters!’

’He would gather them up and get rid of them periodically.’

’For this box of a dozen letters to show up now is just too strange!’

The courtyard fell silent. Everyone waited, tense and anxious.

Countless curious eyes were fixed on the letter in Shen Yanchuan’s hand, desperate to know what it said.

Finally, Shen Yanchuan folded the letter in half, raised his eyes slightly, and looked over at them.

His deep, phoenix-like eyes were utterly serene and indifferent, betraying no emotion.

Ye Shixian’s heart hammered in her chest, and her whole body tensed involuntarily.

However, Shen Yanchuan said nothing. He simply took out the second letter from the box.

Another thin sheet of paper, followed by the same suffocating silence.

All other sounds seemed to fade away, leaving only the rustle of him handling the letter, which was exceptionally clear.

Ye Chutang suddenly sensed something and turned to see Xiao Wu, who was leaning against Ye Yunfeng, reaching out a small hand to give her a gentle tug.

Her large, dark eyes were clear and utterly pure.

Ye Chutang was momentarily dazed.

’She’d forgotten. On the night of the incident three years ago, Xiao Wu had still been a babe in swaddling clothes. She wouldn’t remember much.’

’But the child was always clever. Some things didn’t need to be said for her to understand them perfectly.’

Ye Chutang gently tapped the child’s pert little nose and smiled warmly.

"Are you getting sleepy, Xiao Wu? Don’t worry, we’ll be going home soon."

Xiao Wu glanced at the trashed courtyard and the devastated Mrs. Gao and her daughter, then nodded seriously.

’Okay!’

’Since Big Sis said we’re going home soon, that must mean this whole farce is about to be over, right?’

At last, Shen Yanchuan finished reading the last letter.

His brows drew together slightly. His voice was cold and carried an authority that permitted no argument.

"Seal the Ye Family residence at once! Without my permission, no one is to enter or leave!"

The moment he spoke, the blood in Ye Shixian’s veins seemed to freeze, and her mind went blank.

Mrs. Gao immediately let out a wail. "Princely Heir! What is the meaning of this!?"

Ye Heng had just been arrested, and now the Ye Family residence was being sealed. Anyone who saw this would assume the Ye Family was done for!

Crying, Mrs. Gao tried to rush forward, but before she could get close, Yun Cheng raised a hand. A guard immediately moved to restrain her.

Yun Cheng looked down at Mrs. Gao. His tone was level, but his voice was frigid.

"Madam Ye, were the Princely Heir’s orders not clear enough? From this moment on, no one in the Ye Family—high or low—is to take a single step out of this residence!"