The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Ji Family’s Medal No. 194, Miss Bai’s Rank_1

Ji Heng’s destination was Nanling Mountain.

Nanling Mountain wasn’t a public cemetery but an upcoming tourist attraction under development below Xiangcheng, with several renowned people’s graves nearby.

Located at the southernmost point of Xiangcheng, the mountain range stretched on endlessly. The roads were tricky, with half of them under expansion to prepare for the tourist route, and Nanling Park was still pending opening.

Ming Dongheng drove slowly to the edge of Nanling Mountain, where Ji Heng asked him to stop at a spot.

Bai Lian, carrying items for the memorial service, followed Ji Heng as he got out of the car. The attraction wasn’t open until summer vacation, but at the entrance, they could already see signs with four routes, directing to “Nanling Park,” “Nanling Mountain,” “Guo Shan Tomb,” and “Hongye Hotel.”

The signpost was very new; it must have been installed not long ago.

Ming Dongheng, sitting in the driver’s seat, looked up at Bai Lian following Ji Heng along one of the paths and couldn’t help but pick up his phone.

Ming Dongheng: [It’s Qingming Festival today. Miss Bai, what are you doing at the tourist attraction?]

Ming Dongheng: [Are you paying respects at Guo Shan Tomb or the General’s Tomb?]

Xu Nanjing: [Don’t forget to come pay respects later.]

Xu Nanjing was at Martyrs’ Mausoleum.

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Nanling Mountain.

Ji Heng hadn’t taken Bai Lian to the tourist attraction but led her deeper into isolation along the mountain paths. The route was challenging, but Bai Lian tread easily, and Ji Heng’s breathing remained steady. They walked for about fifteen minutes.

Finally, Bai Lian saw three tombstones. Ji Heng stopped in front of the last one, which was the only one with an actual grave; the other two were cenotaphs.

The tombs looked well-tended and clean, without a single weed, suggesting someone had been regularly maintaining them.

“I brought Alian to see you,” Ji Heng squatted down, brushing off the barely visible dust on the tombstone; “You probably haven’t seen her.”

As he spoke, he looked towards Bai Lian with an unfamiliar gentleness in his deeply furrowed eyes, “Come, let her see you.”

Bai Lian stepped forward, reading the inscription on the tombstone—

The tomb of Ji Wanxin

Wanxin, Ji Wanxin. Was this her grandmother?

Bai Lian placed down the chrysanthemums in her hand, bowing respectfully. Such a tender name.

Ji Heng kept silent.