"Hmph, let it be, that kid lacks tempering. Having him go abroad to make his way might not necessarily be a bad thing," Old Ling grunted.
Ling Yan nodded and glanced at the clock, "Grandfather, are you planning to pay respects to uncle and auntie tonight?"
"Yes." The elder's gaze dimmed as he nodded solemnly.
"Why not let Ling Xiu know that every year on the anniversary of their death you visit their graves before midnight, instead telling him you're attending a private meeting, making him think you care only about the company and have forgotten even his parents?"
"Why stir up his painful memories? The child watched his parents get killed with his own eyes. I just hope he forgets that scene forever," Old Ling said sorrowfully. "Go now, accompany him."
"Alright, after I've seen him off, I'll head straight to the cemetery to meet you."
...
Night had fallen, and Third Young Master Jun had regained a decisive and clear state of mind, with his strength restored.
