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It was already evening when we came out of the council chamber.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire Wujia Village in a warm golden hue.

Su Qinghuan and her team politely declined Wu Jingzhi's offer to drive them back, choosing instead to walk back to Tingyuxuan.

They need some time to process everything they've experienced today.

The three of them walked silently on the wide and clean asphalt road in the village, and none of them spoke.

The atmosphere was somewhat somber.

The cameraman, Lao Wang, was a heavy smoker. He subconsciously pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and was about to light it.

"Old Wang!" Su Qinghuan suddenly spoke, stopping him.

Old Wang was stunned for a moment, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Stop smoking." Su Qinghuan's tone was very serious. "This is Wu Family Village. We are guests, so we should be mindful of our words and actions."

"Although they didn't say it, didn't you notice? This village is so clean; you can't even see a scrap of paper on the ground. We can't break the rules here just because of one of our bad habits."

Upon hearing this, Old Wang's body trembled.

He glanced at the cigarette in his hand, then at the tidy, garden-like surroundings, and a hint of guilt appeared on his face.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Sister Qinghuan, it was my oversight."

He quickly put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.

Assistant Xiao Li, standing to the side, nodded with lingering fear.

"Qinghuan is right. The people here are too particular about rules. We'd better be careful so we don't accidentally break any taboos."

He recalled Wang Hao's miserable end that morning, and a chill ran down his spine.

Su Qinghuan sighed softly as she looked at their tense expressions.

"I'm not suggesting you be on edge," she softened her tone. "I just want to say that every day we're here represents the image of Strawberry TV, and even more so, it represents the young master's trust in us."

"Strawberry Terrace is already the young master's property."

"We can't let him down."

When "Young Master" was mentioned, both Old Wang and Little Li wore incredibly complex expressions.

There was awe, there was fear, but more than anything, there was a deep-seated worship.

"Sister Qinghuan," Old Wang finally couldn't help but ask after a long silence, "You said... that young master, what kind of person is he?"

This is also a question that Su Qinghuan has been pondering.

She stopped and looked up at the deepest part of the valley, where the Wu Clan Ancestral Hall appeared even more magnificent and mysterious in the setting sun.

What kind of person is Wu You?

When she first met him, she thought he was just a handsome, spoiled rich young master.

Later, on the high-speed train, she was impressed by his intelligence and aura, and thought he was a child prodigy whose intellect far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Later, seeing the whole village worshipping him, she thought he was a deified figure, the family's "living ancestor," a symbolic spiritual leader.

An eight-year-old child with an incredibly high generational status.

But it wasn't until today, after witnessing firsthand how he handled the Wang Hao incident, that Su Qinghuan finally understood.

All her previous guesses were wrong.

Wu You is neither a genius nor a puppet.

He is God.

A true god living among men, wielding the power of life and death, whose words carry the weight of law, and who disregards worldly rules.

He has a childlike, delicate, and flawless appearance.

Yet it also possesses the decisive and ruthless methods of a monarch, and a wisdom and vision that transcends all others.

He could be gentle and compassionate towards a paper-making master who had toiled for his family his whole life.

They can also be ruthless, ordering the legs of a provocateur to be broken and the entire family behind him to be uprooted and eradicated.

He can patiently explain every step of the ancestral worship ceremony to you and prepare all the top-notch equipment for you.

You can also indifferently watch a life walk towards destruction before your eyes.

Compassion, and cruelty.

Creation, and destruction.

These two seemingly contradictory qualities blended perfectly in him, creating a unique charm that was both captivating and terrifying.

"I don't know what kind of person he is." Su Qinghuan withdrew her gaze and gently shook her head.

Her voice carried a hint of bewilderment and awe that even she herself was unaware of.

"That's all I know."

"The rules he sets are the rules."

"What he says is the truth."

"All we need to do is listen, watch, and remember."

That's enough.

After saying that, she didn't linger and continued walking towards Tingyuxuan.

Old Wang and Little Li exchanged a glance, both seeing a knowing look in each other's eyes.

They followed silently.

The setting sun cast long, long shadows of the three people.

Behind them, the magnificent Wu Clan Ancestral Hall stands quietly at the end of the valley.

Like a lurking giant beast, it guards this isolated kingdom.

It also protected its young king.

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