Chapter 739: Extra 13: The Return of Chen Yi’s Eldest Son, Chen Yue. Chapter 739: Extra 13: The Return of Chen Yi’s Eldest Son, Chen Yue. “Was he really killed by a falling coconut?”

Although Chen Yue hadn’t yet grasped what the video was all about, he still asked instinctively, because such a cause of death was too bizarre. Normally, it was rare for people to die this way.

It was true that each year, quite a few people were hit by falling coconuts.

But at most, they would be hospitalized, or perhaps knocked unconscious.

But how could someone be killed outright by a coconut?

After all, it was just a coconut, not something like a durian. If it had been a durian, he might have believed it, considering a durian tree’s height–easily over ten meters–plus the weight of a durian.

It would be entirely reasonable for someone to be killed if hit by a falling durian.

Never mind killing a person–brain matter being splattered by it seemed entirely possible to him.

But a coconut? That made him somewhat skeptical.

Moreover, given Chen Miao’s sensitive identity, according to palace drama conventions, he might have been a strong contender in the battle for favor and succession. For him to suddenly die outside, and in such a bizarre way, seemed highly suspicious whatever way one looked at it.

Almost instantly,
Chen Yue formed a rough guess in his mind.

His birth mother, in order to secure his inheritance of everything Chen Yi owned, had designed Chen Miao’s death in secret, clearing away all obstacles for him. Henceforth, he would be Chen Yi’s only son, with no one capable of shaking his position.

After realizing this,
Even though it had been a long time since he had seen his mother, he still felt a strong sense of love emanating from her.

Yet this method made it difficult for him to accept; he never knew he had a brother, and he had always wished for one. More than that, he wasn’t particularly keen on power, and the idea of killing a relative for gain made him want to distance himself from his mother.

The mingling of these two feelings left him unsure of what to do.

“Alright,”
Tuberculosis Rabbit, noticing the constantly changing expressions on Chen Yue’s face, let out a small sigh inwardly, gently patted Chen Yue’s shoulder, and whispered as they walked inside, “Let’s go in and talk.”

His composure was somewhat lacking.

His inner thoughts were all too visible on his face.

In this respect, he was far behind Chen Miao. Chen Miao never wore his thoughts on his face like Chen Yue did. With a naturally kind appearance and an eternally cheerful face, no one could guess what he was thinking.

He was much more shrewd.

At least when faced with women, Chen Yue would still lose his composure, but Chen Miao, even in the presence of a heavenly beauty, would show no reaction whatsoever.

Indeed, no reaction at all.

Not just in his facial expression–there would be no physical reaction whatsoever. If he hadn’t seen Chen Miao frequenting brothels numerous times, he might have even thought Chen Miao was impotent.

Even Yi had high praise for Chen Miao.

“He is the child who is most like me.”

This was no small compliment–in fact, it was quite the opposite.

Perhaps due to a kind of affection towards the things one loves, he also held great fondness for the child Chen Miao, but… alas.

At this point, Tuberculosis Rabbit leading the way couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, perhaps this was a case of the good dying young.

Soon–
They reached the door of a house within the courtyard.

And there, Sword Without End stood with a complex expression, looking much aged, his pupils filled with deep shame and guilt.

Chen Miao’s death,
Sword Without End undoubtedly felt the most self-reproach.

Considering his capabilities, it should have been impossible for him to fail to protect Chen Miao, but with just a turn of the head, Chen Miao was dead, killed by a coconut.

“I really tried,”
“The resurrection tool really didn’t work,”
Sword Without End, standing at the door and looking towards his old friend, Tuberculosis Rabbit, said in a trembling voice choked with sobs, “I really did use it, I tried all the resurrection tools I had, but none of them worked.”

During these days,
He was the one tormented the most.

He carried a number of resurrection tools in his backpack, which could have been used to bring Chen Miao back to life even after being hit by a coconut. In fact, he did try to do that as soon as he confirmed Chen Miao’s death, immediately pulling out a resurrection tool to revive him.

But after he crushed all the resurrection tools in his backpack,
Chen Miao did not come back to life; there was no response.

When Chen Yi received the news and rushed back from another planet, what he saw was Chen Miao’s already cold body.

In the following days, many within the courtyard wondered if Sword Without End had sided with Xu Yue, planning to elevate Chen Yue to power by deliberately letting Chen Miao die and thus removing a powerful competitor.

It was even conceivable that Sword Without End may have personally killed Chen Miao.

“Alright,”
Tuberculosis Rabbit looked at his old friend, who exuded an aura of death, and after a long silence, patted his arm and said hoarsely, “Yi has never doubted you, and Yi has also tried. The resurrection tool simply doesn’t work.”

“Experiments have already been conducted on that day.”

“The resurrection tool works normally on others.”

“Only on Chen Miao’s body, the resurrection tool doesn’t function.”

“It’s as if the heavens are determined to take Chen Miao, and there’s no changing that. The man is dead and cannot be brought back to life.”

“Don’t be too saddened by this.”

“Yi doesn’t want to see you like this.”

“Cheer up.”

“Whew!”

Sword Without End slowly took a deep breath, then forced a smile and reassured, “It’s okay, I’m all right.”

“Hmm.”

Tuberculosis Rabbit did not chat too much with Sword Without End but simply led Chen Yue into the house.

…

There were only a few people in the house.

Chen Yi was sitting in the main seat.

Jiaye and Xu Yue were sitting on side seats.

As Chen Yue just stepped into the house and saw the tall, familiar-looking woman, he immediately remembered his mother from his childhood, who looked just like her, although with some slight differences–it must have been a disguise back then.

The man sitting in the center resembled his father from memory by seventy percent.

Aged a bit.

But he didn’t look overly aged, rather he seemed more composed and radiated a strong sense of oppression that made him afraid to act out of line.

“Dad.”

“Mom.”

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yue looked towards the not-so-tall woman standing to the side, her eyes slightly reddened, and said hoarsely, “Stepmom.”

This woman must be Jiaye.

…

“Was it really a coconut that killed him?”

Although Chen Yue hadn’t quite grasped what the video was about, he still asked subconsciously as the manner of death was too bizarre–normally, it’s rare for someone to die this way.

Indeed, quite a few people are hit by falling coconuts every year.

But at most, they’re sent to the hospital or knocked unconscious.

How could one be directly killed by it?

After all, it’s a coconut, not something like a durian; if it were a durian, perhaps he might believe it, considering the height of durian trees and the weight of their fruit.

Falling from such a height and with that mass, it would make sense for it to kill someone.

It’s plausible not just for killing a person, but even for causing brains to splatter–he thought it was possible.

But with coconuts, he found it hard to believe.

Moreover, given how sensitive Chen Miao’s status was, according to palace drama cliches, he might have been a strong contender with whom he was competing for favor and inheritance; his sudden death outside in such a peculiar manner seemed highly suspicious.

Almost instantly,
Chen Yue had a rough speculation in his heart.

His birth mother had schemed to kill Chen Miao in order for him to inherit everything from Chen Yi, clearing all obstacles for him; he would then be Chen Yi’s only son, with no one to challenge his status.

After realizing this,
Despite not having seen his mother for a long time, he still felt a strong love from her.

However, this act was something he found difficult to accept; he never knew he had a brother and had always wished for one. What’s more, he wasn’t that passionate about power and influence; using such means to kill his own relative for personal gain made him feel like running away from his mother.

These mixed feelings left him uncertain about what to do.

“Alright.”

Tuberculosis Rabbit glanced at Chen Yue, whose expression kept changing, sighed inwardly, patted Chen Yue’s shoulder, and walked inside, saying softly, “Let’s go, we’ll talk more inside.”

His composure needed work.

His inner thoughts were all too visible on his face.

In this aspect, he was far behind Chen Miao, who never showed his thoughts like Chen Yue did. With naturally pleasant features and a constant smile on his face, no one could guess his thoughts.

He was much more calculating.

At least when it came to women, Chen Yue might lose composure, but Chen Miao wouldn’t react at all even to an angel.

Yes, not at all.

Not just in terms of facial expressions showing no change, but also his body gave no physical reaction; if it weren’t for seeing Chen Miao frequent brothels often, he might even think Chen Miao was impotent.

Even Yi held Chen Miao in high esteem.

This was the child most like him.

It wasn’t a low evaluation, rather, it was very high.

Yes, not at all.

Not just in terms of facial expressions showing no change, but also his body gave no physical reaction; if it weren’t for seeing Chen Miao frequent brothels often, he might even think Chen Miao was impotent.

Even Yi held Chen Miao in high esteem.

This was the child most like him.

It wasn’t a low evaluation, rather, it was very high.

Yes, not at all.

Not just in terms of facial expressions showing no change, but also his body gave no physical reaction; if it weren’t for seeing Chen Miao frequent brothels often, he might even think Chen Miao was impotent.

Even Yi held Chen Miao in high esteem.

This was the child most like him.

It wasn’t a low evaluation, rather, it was very high.

Indeed.

Even Yi held Chen Miao in high esteem.

This was the child most like him.

It wasn’t a low evaluation, rather, it was very high.