An archer's heart must be clean.
Only then can the archer's hands cooperate with the arrows to the utmost.
Fang Liyan would never harm me secretly.
Besides, he has no reason to. Although I'm a descendant of the Gong Family, being merely a second-grade archer isn't worth the effort for someone from the Jiangyuan Country royal family.
Supporting Fang Liyan, Gong Ling walked out of Jiangwu Gate.
The cemetery wasn't far; they arrived shortly.
Indeed.
Fang Liyan was very thoughtful.
He built an independent tomb especially for his great-grandfather. Although it's not large, it's very tranquil.
Creek.
Gong Ling supported Fang Liyan as they opened the tomb's door.
There was some dust inside, but not thick, suggesting Fang Liyan often came to clean.
Upon entering, Fang Liyan directly knelt down and bowed.
Gong Ling glanced over.
Indeed, the epitaph read: The Tomb of Master Gong Yuzhen.
Below the grave stone were some details about the great-grandfather's life.
