The crowd followed eagerly, their chatter brimming with excitement. It was a rare occasion—only once every twenty years—that the Lin family opened their private museum to the public.
At the back of the group, Chuan Xingyu clung to Lin Fei's right arm. "Are we going to follow too?" she asked softly.
Lin Fei narrowed his eyes as he glanced toward the front. "Yeah," he replied curtly.
He was well aware of the tradition. Every newly appointed heir had the honor of leading this part of the coronation—a symbolic gesture of introducing the family's legacy to the world. It was a deeply rooted custom, not for practicality but for reinforcing the heir's understanding of the family's history and values.
Yet this privilege had been usurped by Lin Zhe.
Lin Fei wasn't entirely surprised. However, what struck him as unusual was Lin Sanju's absence at such a critical moment. Could a phone call really have been so important that it overshadowed this key event?
