Chapter 737: Side Story 10: The Funeral of Chen Yi’s Youngest Son, Chen Miao._2 Chapter 737: Side Story 10: The Funeral of Chen Yi’s Youngest Son, Chen Miao._2 After… after… after came the beginning of the funeral.

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Clad in a black suit, Tuberculosis Rabbit looked toward Sword Without End with a complicated expression on his face, not knowing what to say. Chen Miao was his nephew whom he dearly loved, and Sword Without End was also very fond of him; they had secretly discussed matters many times.

When Chen Miao grew up, they planned to take him out to have fun together.

Back then, Sword Without End would jokingly say that he would always watch over him, and no matter how hard Chen Miao tried, he would comment, “Is that all? Just that?”

But…

It was the sudden news of Chen Miao’s death that he too found hard to accept at the moment.

How could a coconut kill a person? It seemed less like he was killed by a coconut and more as if Chen Miao was meant to die and merely found a method of death at hand.

Nevertheless, the dead cannot be brought back, and no matter how hard it was to accept, he had to.

What now worried him more were Yi’s mental state and Sword Without End’s mental state.

He knew how much Yi adored his younger son, having bragged to him countless times that the boy inherited his youthful grace and that he planned to have his son take over his position.

Although he also loved his elder son, the elder was too strict in his management to lead.

The one in charge should be a creator of rules, not a follower of them.

Those who adhere to rules often can’t create new ones. It is within one’s nature; only those who break the rules can understand how to create better ones when they do create.

But now…

Tuberculosis Rabbit took a deep breath, forcibly calming himself, planning to comfort Yi once he had slightly recovered.

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Li Yide, standing among the crowd, looked at Chen Yi’s back which was normally very straight but today appeared somewhat weathered, and he sighed softly with a complex expression, not saying a word.

Yi had helped him a lot.

If not for Yi, he and Xiaoqian could never have been together.

For this, he had always been grateful to Yi.

But with today’s sudden incident, he felt truly sorry for Yi.

Perhaps this was the envy of the heavens towards the talented.

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Chen Yi, who had been silently standing in place for some time, finally spoke slowly,
“Let Chen Yue come back home.”

“Understood.”

Orders were quickly passed down through the ranks; Yi wanted his eldest son, who had been honing his skills outside, to come back home.

Xu Yue, standing behind Chen Yi with her eyelids faintly lowered, stayed silent, gently stroking Jiaye’s back. Chen Yue was her son. Logically, with Chen Miao gone, her son would be the sole heir.

The position of Chen Yi, his present, everything would have to be left to her son.

She should be happy about this.

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“…”

After standing silently for a long time with his cane, Chen Yi finally slowly took off his black bowler hat and placed it on his chest, bowing deeply.

At this moment, Chen Yi, devoid of his usual detached demeanor, appeared immensely silent.

Jiaye, standing beside him, already had red-rimmed eyes, barely able to stand even with the help of servants.

It was supposed to be…

It was supposed to be…

He was about to see his child, about to explain all the truths of these years, about to allow his child, who had suffered so much, to finally enjoy a life of luxury.

So why did it suddenly turn out this way?

Killed by a falling coconut!

Why did it happen that just by coincidence, a coconut fell, and it struck him dead?

Even if he was hit by the coconut, how could it lead to death? Even if he were critically injured and near death, they would have found a way to bring him back. But how could it be an immediate death!

“Swoosh!”

The countless men in black suits standing behind Chen Yi, all with faces of grief and solemnity, bent forward to salute while looking at the black and white photograph before them!

Chen Yi’s younger son had died.

This was definitely an extremely sensational event on Blue Star, and who knows how many people would be affected by it.

“It’s all your fault!”

Jiaye’s voice, anguished and hoarse, kept pounding on Chen Yi’s arm: “If it wasn’t for you insisting that our son needed to toughen up, how would he have died, what was there to toughen up for, when the whole planet bears the Chen name? What did he need to toughen up for?”

“Why did he have to start a company, why did he have to carve out his own path in life?”

“If our children also have to struggle from the bottom just like we did, what does that mean for all the efforts us parents have made over these years?”

“When the entire planet belongs to the Chen Family, why couldn’t we let him be a carefree young master? To live a happy life.”

After saying that,
Jiaye turned around to face the group of people standing behind Chen Yi, his eyes bloodshot and red as he roared: “I said Blue Star belongs to the Chen Family, does anyone object?”

“Step forward!”

As the words fell,
those who had been bowing their heads in a greeting suddenly went down on their knees in unison, kneeling and bowing their heads to the ground without uttering a word.

The scene was extremely orderly and uniform.

No one opposed. Ever since the main game ended decades ago, and shortly after the “Starfield Shuttle” was reopened, in this new era of cleansing, Chen Yi had taken absolute advantage.

He led Blue Star to become the strongest planet among the Myriad Clans.

Whether it was military strength, cultural strength, or economic strength, all were first class.

Without equal.

One could say, Chen Yi was the god of Blue Star, the Seal of the Sea God Needle of Blue Star, as long as Chen Yi was there, Blue Star would never be toppled.

To say that Blue Star belonged to the Chen Family was not an exaggeration in the least.

Could any of these people standing at their current positions claim to have no ties with the Chen Family?

Even though Chen Yi once said he didn’t understand politics and wouldn’t get too involved in political matters, telling them to handle it themselves, Chen Yi’s words did not mean they would actually do so.

Vaguely, Chen Yi had effectively become the Retired Emperor of Blue Star.

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“…”

Chen Yi looked at the black and white photo of his younger son with an expressionless face. He remained silent for a long time without speaking, even as Jiaye, somewhat agitated, kept hitting his arm, he stood his ground, motionless, paying her no mind.

The death of Chen Miao.

He was more saddened than anyone else.

He had always paid attention to the growth and history of this child. This child was smarter and more capable than he was, and perhaps because he was closer to Jiaye, he favored his younger son more compared to his older son.

He spent more time paying attention to his younger son.

Just when he was full of expectation to bring his son home, to be honest with his son about how amazing his father was, and looked forward to seeing his younger son’s astonished expression, he received the terrible news of his son’s death first.

“Yi…”

Sword Without End, standing to the side with a guilty face, bowed his head, not quite knowing what to say, feeling only a deep sadness in his heart. He couldn’t face Yi, as he had been tasked with protecting Chen Miao’s safety these past years.

Fearing that something unexpected might happen to Chen Miao.

In fact, with his strength, and all the medical props prepared in his backpack, to put it unpleasantly, even if Chen Miao was run over by a train, body severed in two, as long as he had a breath left in him at the scene, Sword Without End could have revived him.

Without any sequelae, that is.

But–
At that moment, really, even he did not react in time, he remembered seeing a swathe of dark clouds in the sky, the city under a cloud cover, it looked extremely oppressive.

The wind was very strong.

“Yi…”

Sword Without End, standing to the side with a guilty face, bowed his head, not quite knowing what to say, feeling only a deep sadness in his heart. He couldn’t face Yi, as he had been tasked with protecting Chen Miao’s safety these past years.

Fearing that something unexpected might happen to Chen Miao.

In fact, with his strength, and all the medical props prepared in his backpack, to put it unpleasantly, even if Chen Miao was run over by a train, body severed in two, as long as he had a breath left in him at the scene, Sword Without End could have revived him.

Without any sequelae, that is.

But–
At that moment, really, even he did not react in time, he remembered seeing a swathe of dark clouds in the sky, the city under a cloud cover, it looked extremely oppressive.

The wind was very strong.