Yihshyong tried to remember. He was sure that he had not seen any of the Mingju family presented at Mr. Shanqguan's funeral. Even as Yihshyong recalled, there were no bouquets from the Mingju Family.

"Are they not friends anymore?" Iren asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, sir. But I get the impression that they agreed not to see each other again. I don't know why."

"Didn't you hear something from your other friends? I mean, the other Mingju family employees?" Yihshyong asked.

"Their mouths were tightly shut. So I never knew the truth either. It's just that there was once a Mingju family employee who accidentally let out a word. At that time, I happened to be near him when he was talking to someone. I forget who the person he spoke to was. He said that the Mingju family and the Shanqguan family have already got their share."

"Got their share? What's this about?" Iren's face changed. From his face, Yihshyong was sure that Iren was very curious and wanted to know more. Something he felt, too.

"I don't know either, Sir! But they mentioned the words 'gold and silver relic of the ancestors'. After that, the person he spoke to mentioned about 'it is kept in a secret place whose entrance must be unlocked by solving riddles'. or things like that. It was a long time ago, so I couldn't remember the exact words."

Yihshyong and Iren looked at each other. The information was completely unexpected.

Too bad we have to move out of here soon. Interesting things like this need to be investigated further.

"But, Gentlemen, don't tell anyone about this," said Gongshi. "Also, don't say that I was the one who told you."

"Okay, Sir! You don't have to worry," said Iren, laughing.

"You have to keep your mouth shut, too." Gongshi approached Pyngher.

Pyngher smiled. "Sir, don't worry." Those were the only words that came out of his mouth. That person looked so quiet. Or maybe he just didn't want to talk much.

Then, while waiting for Chioujen to finish preparing dinner, Iren, Yihshyong, and Gongshi engaged in a lively conversation. Gongshi shared his experience while working for the Mingju Family. The things the old man told me were very interesting indeed.

"There must be a lot that you can put into a book if you decide to write a memoir in the future," said Iren.

"I am not well educated. I don't know how to make writing interesting," said Gongshi.

"Actually, it doesn't really matter. As long as the material is interesting, I think most people can tolerate the style of language you use," said Iren.

"But I really don't know how to make correct sentences," said Gongshi.

"You can hire a ghostwriter," said Iren.

"What's that?" Gongshi asked.

"Ghostwriter is a person who helps someone write a book. Many people can't write a book for various reasons. For example, because they are too busy or maybe not good at putting together words. Now, the ghostwriter then helps people to put their ideas into writing." Yihshyong explained the meaning of the term to Gongshi.

Gongshi nodded. "But there are many things I can't say. There are also things I can say, but with the Mingju family's permission."

"In that case, just write things that are safe and allowed by the Mingju family," said Iren.

The look on Gongshi's face showed a hint of interest in the idea. But he said nothing. Yihshyong understood that there was a lot the person had to consider.

"Dinner is ready!" Chioujen shouted from the kitchen.