Qiao ruoi pushed the door open and entered, taking out the portrait.
Xie Yun saw the portrait and was about to retrieve it. Qiao ruoi placed the portrait behind her, “Family head Xie, since this portrait is Miss Xie Yun’s relic, even if it’s going to be destroyed, we have to go to Xie Yun’s memorial tablet and burn it.”
Xie Yun frowned and said, “This portrait is not suitable for outsiders to know. Xie Yun’s memorial tablet is in Jiangnan...”
“There’s no need for that. Our West Mountain Academy has Miss Xie Yun’s memorial tablet, and she is worshipped by the female students of West Mountain Academy every day.”
As Qiao Ruoyi spoke, she walked into Xie Yun’s memorial hall. Xie Yun entered the black and White Memorial Hall, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a deep sandalwood fragrance. The one who entered was his own memorial tablet.
When he raised his head again, he saw a golden statue. Xie Yun walked closer to take a look. “Is the golden body on this statue real gold?”
