"Then how did he die?" Jiang Yue probed further.
"That day happened to be Xue Zhuzi's sixteenth birthday, so Dagui went to town to buy some good food for Xue Zhuzi. On the way back, he accidentally tripped over the threshold of the door and fell. His head hit a large wooden pole, and he died. He bought things for Xue Zhuzi first..." Speaking of this, Xue Yan suddenly thought of something and immediately stopped, frowning.
"You saw it first?" Jiang Yue continued.
Xue Yan nodded.
"What a coincidence," Jiang Yue said.
Xue Yan also knew this. After a while, he said, "In my previous life, we all thought that Dagui's death was an accident. But now, it didn't seem to be an accident."
It was too much of a coincidence that could have been related to his uncle.
If Xue Zhuzi was really the son…
