The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 633: Inheritor votes [1 update]

Fu Liuying’s grave and the Wordless Stele were both personally managed by Fu Yunshen.

He bought this mountain especially for that purpose, and usually, all the entrances are completely sealed off, strictly forbidding anyone from entering.

Shanghai City is not like the capital; there is no Ancient Martial World here, and any ancient martial artist who wants to come here must get approval from the Judicial Hall.

It’s not like in Oceania, where mercenaries can’t just freely enter Shanghai City. Although a few hunters occasionally slip through, they definitely can’t escape the scrutiny of the IBI.

Martial Power in Shanghai City is very low, practically non-existent—it’s just a normal international city.

But due to the incident of Herwen’s kidnapping last time, Fu Yunshen heightened his defenses.

He specifically had Li Xini bring in a team of high-level agents from the IBI, responsible for guarding the surroundings of the mountain, ensuring no one could enter.

Every time he visited the grave, he would stop for a full day and night.

Even if the Wordless Stele was washed by a heavy rain and gained a new crack, Fu Yunshen could tell at a glance.

Not to mention, the soil around the gravestone had obviously been recently turned over.

Ying Zijin’s phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed, "Was it those people?"

Her hand caressed the grave, and her eyes softly closed.

Within a month, all that had happened on this mountain appeared before her.

There had been a few rains, but mostly sunny days.

No one had come up.

This proved that the event occurred sometime before this past month.

But Fu Liuying’s grave was not desecrated.

Her Inner Strength penetrated the soil, and she could feel that the coffin below was well placed.

Fu Yunshen’s hand clenched the gravestone, his voice was cold, "Immediately inquire with the agents in Shanghai City, has anyone climbed the mountain in the past few months?"

Li Xini had never heard Fu Yunshen speak with such a chilling tone. He was stunned for a moment before suddenly reacting, "Yes, Chief."

He contacted all the agents in Shanghai City at the fastest speed and reported all the gathered information back to Fu Yunshen.

Not a single agent noticed anyone climbing the mountain; they all reported everything as normal.

Fu Yunshen struggled to contain the tumultuous rage within him. He lifted a finger to touch the turned-over soil, pausing as his peach blossom eyes narrowed.

He saw some faint, light incense ash.

The ash had clearly been cleaned once, but there were still some remnants.

The reason the soil appeared freshly turned was that they had removed the fallen incense ash that was on top of it.

Ying Zijin pressed on his shoulder, her gaze slightly heavy, "Brother, don’t panic, the grave hasn’t been disturbed."

"Yes, it’s not grave robbing." Fu Yunshen’s eyes churned with dark waves, his voice low and hoarse as if relieved, "It’s a memorial service."

Besides him, the only other person who knew that Fu Liuying was buried here was Old Master Fu.

After Old Master Fu passed away, who else would come to pay respects?

Even Jiang Huaping had no idea where Fu Liuying’s grave was.

Fu Yunshen silently removed all the faint ashes, his expression growing colder.

In his mind, a very vague silhouette of a man suddenly surfaced.

The word "father" had never been part of Fu Yunshen’s life.

He thought about avenging Fu Liuying, but never considered finding out who that man, who had been with Fu Liuying back then, was.

Regardless of whether it was voluntary or not, the result was that Fu Liuying, with a child in tow, returned alone to Shanghai City.

And that man never appeared from beginning to end.

He had abandoned Fu Liuying.

Fu Yunshen took the paper from Ying Zijin’s hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead, suddenly smiled, and said in a light tone, "No wonder I’ve been having nightmares these days."

The event from twenty years ago haunted him like a shadow.

Ying Zijin looked up, "Guess who it was?"

"Mhm." Fu Yunshen patted her head, smiling, "There’s a ninety percent chance it’s the man who abandoned my mother back then. What do you think he’s here for?"

If it had been the person who killed Fu Liuying back then, they would have indeed overturned the grave upon discovery.

The phone buzzed at that moment.

[Li Xini]: Chief, this is a clip from the drone footage—it shows that a few people climbed the mountain two months ago. They carried fruit baskets and offerings and, after staying for a day, they went back down.

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Fu Yunshen replied with an indifferent expression.

[No need, ensure the safety of the world’s citizens.]

The high-level agents of the IBI are trained through various levels; aside from their combat power, their investigative abilities are strong.

Even they didn’t detect the visitors, which meant they were very skilled.

And those who came to pay tribute consciously avoided the drone’s cameras, not even showing their faces.