Chapter 104

Fan Changyu heard the conversation clearly in the tent. She had many questions about her parents and wanted to ask He Jingyuan. She immediately said, "Please wait for a moment, brothers outside. I will change into presentable clothes and then go over."

When she went to look for clean clothes, she suddenly remembered another question. When she came down from the battlefield that day, her military uniform was already dirty beyond recognition. Who changed it for her when she was unconscious?

Besides, her hands were tangled in this way, and she couldn't put the robe on herself even if she got it.

Fan Changyu was frowning when a voice came from outside the tent: "Changyu, is it convenient for you to come in?"

Hearing the voice of Aunt Zhao, Fan Changyu was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly said, "Auntie, come in."

After Madam Zhao came in through the curtain, she took the robe and put it on Fan Changyu, saying, "I heard that a general has called you over, so Xiaowu asked me to come over and help you change your clothes."

Fan Changyu said: "Xiaowu does things properly."

Then he asked, "When did you come to the army?"

Aunt Zhao sighed and said, "You were brought here by Xiaowu two days ago. You almost frightened me to death. Your clothes were covered in blood. Fortunately, you didn't suffer any serious injuries. If something happened to you, what would Aunt Ning do?"

It seems that the clothes I wore when I was unconscious were also changed by Aunt Zhao.

But Fan Changyu remembered that Xie Wu's injuries on the battlefield were no less serious than his own. How could he have run home to pick up Aunt Zhao that day?

There was a hint of confusion in Fan Changyu's eyes. "Is Xiaowu okay?"

After Aunt Zhao put her outer robe on Fan Changyu, she was helping her tie her waist belt and said, "I don't know about that, but Xiaowu has been guarding your tent for the past two days since you were unconscious. I was afraid he was tired, so I asked him to go down and rest, but he wouldn't leave."

Speaking of this topic, when Aunt Zhao raised her head, her expression became a little strange. She looked at Fan Changyu and said, "He followed you through life and death on the battlefield. Changyu, Xiaowu has no other thoughts, right?"

She seemed to have a headache all of a sudden: "Xiaowu is a good child, but you have already made up your mind, why don't you go back and find a marriage for Xiaowu?"

Fan Changyu knew that Xie Wu and Xie Qi were both Xie Zheng's men, and that they were loyal to her only because they were following orders from Xie Zheng. She said helplessly, "Auntie, don't let your imagination run wild. It's not what you think."

However, Aunt Zhao said that Xie Wu had been guarding her for the past two days, which still made Fan Changyu feel a little strange.

After changing her clothes, she went out of the tent to meet He Jingyuan first.

Xie Wu was now considered her personal soldier, and he followed her to the central military camp, but he could only wait for orders outside and could not go in with her.

After the messenger who brought Fan Changyu in negotiated with the guard at the door of the central military tent, the guard went into the tent to report something before allowing Fan Changyu to enter the tent alone.

When she opened the curtain, Fan Changyu smelled a strong smell of medicine. She remembered the etiquette she had learned in the army these days, that is, not to look directly at the superiors, so she lowered her eyelids slightly, clasped her fists and said, "I am General Fan Changyu, and I am honored to meet you, Your Excellency."

He Jingyuan had been an official in Jizhou for many years. Both the common people and the generals under his command were accustomed to calling him "Sir" in private.

Actually, he was too gentle and refined, not like a military commander but more like a civil servant.

A voice with a clearly weak breath came from the other side of the bed: "No need to be polite... cough cough cough..."

Seeing that the person on the bed hadn't finished speaking, Fan Changyu leaned over the bed and coughed violently. He stood there hesitantly for a moment, but finally stepped forward and patted his back with his hands tangled into a ball and asked, "Sir, do you want to call a military doctor?"

Because she was standing close to him, she dared to look at the veteran on the bed calmly.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were sunken, and his complexion was very bad. His originally black hair was dotted with only a few silver strands, but now it was half black and half white, and he looked much more haggard in an instant.

Fan Changyu suddenly realized that his situation was very bad.

He Jingyuan coughed for a long time before he managed to suppress the itchiness in his throat.

I lay back on the pillow and took several breaths before I recovered.

However, because he had coughed so hard just now, the arrow wound on his chest was bleeding, staining his snow-white shirt with a fingernail-sized patch of blood.

He waved his hands weakly and said, "It hurt my lungs. I've been coughing a lot these past two days."

Noticing that both of Fan Changyu's hands were entangled, he asked, "How are you injured?"

Fan Changyu said: "Only these two hands of mine can be considered seriously injured."

He Jingyuan laughed when he heard this, but as he laughed, he couldn't stop coughing again. Fortunately, this time he didn't cough as severely as before.

He said with relief: "Young people are formidable. Prince Changxin is also a well-known figure in Dayin. The injury on your hand is worth it in exchange for Prince Changxin's life."

What emerged in Fan Changyu's mind was the scene where the scarred man shot Prince Changxin with an arrow and rode his horse quickly to pick him up.

She remembered the strength he used to pull himself onto the horse, and also remembered that familiar breath.

If he hadn't shot that arrow, even if Prince Changxin would eventually die from her sword piercing the dirty weapon, she would probably have been too exhausted to catch Prince Changxin's sword and died by it.

But Xiaowu said that Xie Zheng's roots were not in Chongzhou.

Fan Changyu felt that either he was really confused and remembered it wrong, or Xiaowu lied to him.

The only person who could have asked Xiaowu to lie to him was Xie Zheng.

When he realized this, Fan Changyu's heart skipped a beat and he wished he could go back to the camp immediately to ask Xiaowu where Xie Zheng was.

Fortunately, He Jingyuan was still there, so I suppressed this thought.

Xie Zheng's current identity was not convenient to be exposed, so Fan Changyu did not rashly mention that he had disguised himself and went to the battlefield to save him. He only humbly replied: "Your Excellency is too kind. I was just lucky enough to stab Prince Changxin."

He Jingyuan's eyes were filled with relief: "You are a good kid. With this steadfastness, you can go further in the future."

Fan Changyu said politely, "Thank you for the compliment, sir."

He Jingyuan noticed her restraint, pointed to a small stool beside the bed, and said with difficulty: "Sit down, there are some things I want to tell you now."

Fan Changyu had just sat down on the stool when he heard He Jingyuan's words. He subconsciously clenched his fingertips, but couldn't catch anything. Then he realized that his hands were tangled into a ball by the gauze.

She straightened her back unconsciously and asked, "Is it about my parents?"

He Jingyuan looked surprised, as if he had not expected that Fan Changyu already knew about his relationship with her parents. Then he nodded slowly, "I heard from Wen Chang that you checked the files of the Fuzhou Prefecture to find out who really harmed your parents..."

He sighed softly, "When your parents entrusted you two sisters to me, they didn't want you to be involved in the karma of a lifetime. They just wanted you to live a peaceful life. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable."

Fan Changyu thought of the peaceful and warm days his family had when his parents were alive, as well as their sudden death and the assassinations they had encountered in Qingping County. His heart sank, and he asked, "What exactly are my parents?"

He Jingyuan looked at her, as if he saw some shadows of an old friend through her, and his tone was full of sorrow: "Your father was once a general of the Wei Mansion. Because of his outstanding ability, he was given the surname Wei and called Qi Lin. After the Prime Minister married his sister to General Xie Linshan, your father went to work under General Xie, and later he was married to General Meng under General Xie's command."

When Fan Changyu heard this, his pupils shrank: "Meng Shuyuan?"

This was the culprit that caused the disaster in Jinzhou that year, and was known to even three-year-old children in Dayin Dynasty.

He Jingyuan understood her state of mind at that moment and sighed, "General Meng was the veteran whom General Xie relied on the most. Your father married his only daughter to him. The marriage between the Xie and Wei families was a happy event. It was a pity that Jinzhou was trapped later, and General Meng made a mistake in escorting grain and grass, which led to such an irreparable mistake."

Knowing that his maternal grandfather was the culprit who caused 100,000 soldiers in Jinzhou to starve to death, caused the death of Prince Chengde and General Xie Linshan at the city gate, and forced the court to cede land and cease fire, Fan Changyu felt like he was in an ice cellar.

At that moment, there was only one thought in her mind - her whole family was the sinner of Dayin.

She was also a sinner in front of Xie Zheng.

Xie Zheng hated her grandfather so much, what would happen if he knew that she was a descendant of the Meng family?

Fan Changyu was confused and subconsciously avoided the question, asking, "So Wei Yan wanted to kill my parents just to avenge General Xie?"

He Jingyuan shook his head and said, "After Jinzhou fell, your grandfather committed suicide to apologize for his crime. Whether there was any hidden reason for the delay of the battle opportunity is still unknown. But the prime minister did order your father to kill your mother. Your father couldn't do it, so he took your mother to fake her death and escaped. He came to me and asked me to help them create a fake identity and hide their whereabouts.

"But more than a decade later, the prime minister suddenly issued a hunting order against them again, but he wanted to retrieve something."

Fan Changyu looked up at him in surprise.

He Jingyuan was suddenly at a loss for words. He looked at Fan Changyu and said harshly, "When the Prime Minister asked me to kill your parents, they seemed to have expected that day. They only asked me to spare your lives and gave me a box. They also told me not to open it and to give it to the Prime Minister when he wanted it. After telling me all this, they committed suicide in front of me."

Fan Changyu's hands and feet were cold. She had never imagined that there were so many heavy things hidden behind the cause of death of her parents, which she had always wanted to find out.

He Jingyuan said: "Your family has been assassinated several times because the prime minister sent people to find the box."

After receiving so much explosive information at once, Fan Changyu felt a dull pain in her head and she struggled to sort out her thoughts.

It is now known to the world that it was her grandfather's failure to transport food that led to the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Jinzhou. But her father was once Wei Yan's man, and was ordered by Wei Yan to kill her mother, but later betrayed Wei Yan and fled with her mother in a fake death.

And her parents were holding something in their hands, which made Wei Yan hunt them down and take it back after more than ten years.

So her grandfather’s grain transportation failure back then might have been related to Wei Yan?

But Wei Yan was just an official. At that time, not only the Crown Prince Chengde but also his brother-in-law General Xie was trapped in Jinzhou. What was his purpose in planning all this?

But thinking about the fact that Xie Zheng once said that Wei Yan was his enemy and that he almost died at the hands of Wei Yan, and that Wei Yan now holds great power and has even directly undermined the royal family, Fan Changyu felt that his guess was correct.

If Wei Yan didn't have a guilty conscience, why did he kill Xie Zheng?

It seemed that her grandfather's grain transportation failure must have something to do with Wei Yan.

After a while, Fan Changyu asked He Jingyuan: "Before in Lin'an Town, my family was assassinated, but the army came to help in time. Did you order people to protect my family?"

He Jingyuan nodded.

Fan Changyu knew that the only clue was probably in the box left by her parents. After thinking for a moment, she asked He Jingyuan, "Sir, have you seen the box left by my parents?"

He Jingyuan's face was filled with bitterness and mockery: "If I had seen it, not only would the Prime Minister not spare your sisters' lives, but I myself would also be killed."

Fan Changyu was silent for a moment, then expressed his guess: "My grandfather's transportation of food delayed the fighter plane. Was it Wei Yan who interfered, right?"

He Jingyuan sighed: "The great crime of Jinzhou's defeat was all pinned on your grandfather. When I discussed with Grand Tutor Tao, I also felt that General Meng, who was so cautious, could not have been unaware of the situation in Jinzhou at the time. He was so foolish as to risk delaying the battle to rescue the 100,000 trapped victims. But how did your father get the handle on the prime minister? It is worth pondering."

Fan Changyu understood what he meant.

Her grandfather would not have done such a stupid thing, so maybe her father was a pawn of Wei Yan, so her father had something in his hand that made Wei Yan kill them to take it back after more than ten years.

This result did not bring much comfort to Fan Changyu.

Her grandfather was no longer the main culprit, but because her father was used as a pawn by others, he was framed and cursed for so many years. Fan Changyu felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

In my memory, my father has always been silent and taciturn, and he rarely smiles. Even when he was doing pork business, he was not very good at bargaining. Only in front of my mother would his facial expressions become vivid and rich.

He always did a lot of things silently and tried clumsily to please his mother. Just because his mother was afraid of the cold and there were no genuine mink coats on the market, he went into the mountains alone for four or five days and hunted back a bunch of silver minks to make a cloak for his mother.

What about my mother? She is usually very gentle and speaks softly, but if you annoy her, it's a different story.

When Fan Changyu was a child, her mother taught her to hold a broom. When her mother got angry, even her father didn't dare to persuade her.

It was for this reason that Fan Changyu felt that given her mother's temperament, it was impossible for her to choose to retire with her father after knowing that her father had killed her grandfather.

She suddenly asked He Jingyuan: "Sir, when my mother passed away, did she know the secret in the box?"

He Jingyuan recalled the scene of the couple committing suicide in the snow one after another. He still felt a little sad. He nodded and said, "Madam is very calm. I think she knows."

Fan Changyu then said firmly: "If my father had killed my grandfather, my mother would never have forgiven him. There may be other hidden stories behind what happened back then."

He Jingyuan was a little surprised. He wanted to speak but couldn't stop the itching in his throat. He coughed for a while before saying, "Grandmaster Tao also raised doubts, but seventeen years have passed. Apart from these speculations, there is no solid evidence. Even if he wanted to investigate, he couldn't. So Grandmaster Tao decided to go to the capital to meet the prime minister in person. Unfortunately, there has been no news so far."

He looked at Fan Changyu and said earnestly, "I have heard a little about your affairs with the Marquis. I have also thought that these things will rot in my stomach and be taken into the coffin when I die. The affairs of the previous generation will die with the previous generation... Dust to dust, earth to earth.

"But I'm also afraid... that if the truth is revealed in the future, the vengeance of my father's murder will not be easily absolved no matter who is responsible. Rather than waiting until it's irreversible, it's better to tell you everything in advance and let you make the decision."

Fan Changyu felt mixed emotions. He knelt in front of He Jingyuan's bed and kowtowed to him: "Thank you, Master He."

He Jingyuan covered his lips with his hands and coughed for a long time, then he panted and said, "If you don't hate me, just call me uncle. Your father and I were sworn brothers. The sword technique you use was created by him and I."

Fan Changyu looked at the old man who seemed to be in his twilight years, his eyes slightly saddened, and he called out, "Uncle."

He Jingyuan seemed to have been waiting for this day for many years. He smiled so much that the wrinkles on his face were stretched out. He replied, "Hey."

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After coming out of the central military tent, Fan Changyu felt his breathing become heavy.

She didn't see Xie Wu outside the tent, and after looking around for a while, she still couldn't see him, so she asked the guards outside, "Excuse me, have you seen the little brother who came with me?"

The guard said, "That tall guy, right? He went there a quarter of an hour ago."

Fan Changyu couldn't help but frown. Xie Wu had been with her for some time, but he had never been so rude to her.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly ran in the direction the guard said.

But after running a few steps, he saw Xie Wu coming towards him.

It’s really Xie Wu.

He was not as tall as she had seen when she woke up. When he walked, perhaps because of the injuries, his steps were a little shaky. When he saw her, he called out, "Captain."

He did not dare to look Fan Changyu in the eye. He scratched the back of his head and smiled shyly, and took the initiative to explain the reason for leaving early: "I... I have been taking medicine these two days and drank too much water. I just went to the toilet..."

Fan Changyu didn't listen to his fabricated excuses. Instead, he pulled the gauze from his hand, grabbed his collar and asked, "Where's he?"

The real Xie Wu has been found. He must have been away for a while.

Fan Changyu's hands were incredibly strong. The wound she had made when she tried to block the sword attack from Prince Changxin with her bare hands started to bleed again, but her eyes were terribly cold.

Xie Wu saw Fan Changyu like this for the first time. He was horrified and worried that the injury on her hand would get worse, so he hurriedly said, "The master has left the camp."

Fan Changyu then abandoned Xie Wu and went after Xie Zheng.

She was careless. When she woke up, her mind was not clear and she was distracted by too much information. She clearly sensed something was wrong at the time, but she still didn't react. That Xiao Wu was actually Xie Zheng in disguise.

Why did he rush to the battlefield to save her without letting her know? Why did he even pretend to be someone else to stay by her side?

Fan Changyu's intuition told him that Xie Zheng must have found out something about what happened seventeen years ago before coming here, which is why he chose to do this.

She didn't know what was the point of chasing after him at this moment, and what she could say to him, but there was a voice in her heart telling her that she must chase after him.

At least, apologize to him on behalf of the deceased elder.

Tell him again that even if he ends this relationship because of revenge for his father, she will still continue to investigate.

He couldn't understand why she firmly believed that her father had never betrayed her mother and had nothing to do with her grandfather just because of her mother's attitude towards her father. She would investigate further.

She will also kill Wei Yan to avenge her parents.

He once extended his hand to her, but she did not dare to go on with him due to the many obstacles ahead. He silently paved the way for her.

So if he wants to stop now, she will continue to move forward firmly until she presents the truth to him and lets him know that all that is not a barrier between them.

Fan Changyu chased all the way to the gate of the camp, but did not see Xie Zheng. He then asked the guards on duty whether anyone had left the camp. He learned that a one-eyed, scarred man had ridden out of the camp not long ago, so he quickly borrowed a horse and continued to chase him.

Thanks to the fact that she was now a well-known figure in the Jizhou army, the guards at the gate of the camp not only did not stop her, but also showed her respect.

The wound on her hand was very deep. When Fan Changyu climbed up the saddle, her face turned pale with pain. She ignored the fresh blood staining the gauze red, and swung the whip hard, shouting, "Drive!"

The warhorse spread its four hooves and galloped out. Fan Changyu chased for four or five miles before he saw a figure on horseback on a gentle slope in the distance.

She was afraid of bringing trouble to Xie Zheng, so she didn't dare to call him by his real name. She just called him loudly: "Yan Zheng!"

The man on horseback seemed to look back at her. She squeezed the horse's belly even harder. After a few breaths, she was finally within a distance where she could see the other person's face clearly.

Even though he had a patch on one eye and a scarred mask on his face, Fan Changyu recognized him at the first sight.

The warhorse slowed down and carried her forward slowly.

Fan Changyu held the reins and stared at Xie Zheng from a distance of several feet. Suddenly, her eyes became sore. She said in a hoarse voice, "You came to see me, but you don't even want me to know?"

Xie Zheng stood on the horse, looking at Fan Changyu without saying a word.

Its dark eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and its back was straight and upright, like a rock on a cliff that had been exposed to the wind and sun for years but still stood tall and majestic, carrying a sense of coldness and grandeur that had been deposited by the years.

Fan Changyu choked up and said, "You already knew what Lord He told me today, right?"

Xie Zheng finally uttered a word slowly: "Yes."

After reviewing Zhao Wen's questions, he had a rough guess, but he was still not sure.

After listening to He Jingyuan's conversation with her today, the matter has finally been settled.

——This was the worst possible outcome that he had anticipated after he had interrogated Zhao and learned that Master Tao was missing.

Fan Changyu looked at him with red eyes and choked up, "I'm sorry."

He added: "My grandfather would not betray General Xie, and my father would not do anything to let my mother down. Whether you believe it or not, what happened back then was definitely not what you think..."

An unprecedented sadness and panic swept over her, making her explanation incoherent. She tried hard to make her voice sound calm, but she choked and could hardly utter a word.

"Fan Changyu." Xie Zheng suddenly called her.

Fan Changyu raised her eyes in shock, holding back tears, and looked at him.

Xie Zheng's dark eyes were devoid of emotion. He said, "That's it. From now on, I will just treat you as my junior sister."

He would never like a girl so much again in his life, but his father's death was a huge burden on his heart for so many years and a nightmare that lasted throughout his childhood and even youth.

After all, he couldn't let go of his father's murder so easily.

If there really was some hidden story behind what happened back then, Wei Yan would not have rushed to kill He Jingyuan, nor would he have detained Master Tao.

But even though he knew what happened back then, and that there was a high probability that her father had become Wei Yan's lackey, he was reluctant to touch her in the slightest.

It really hurts to pull out a person who has been planted in your heart, with the roots and blood attached.

Then stay far away.

He gave her connections and military achievements.

We will never meet again in this life.

When Fan Changyu heard what he said, she looked at him in disbelief. Her breathing was trembling and tears were falling. She murmured, "It's really not like that..."

Xie Zheng looked at her and clenched the reins tightly.

He couldn't bear to see her cry.

She was like a snake to him. Whenever she cried, he wanted to kill her.

He wanted to hug her.

I want to comfort her and stop her from crying.

But his back teeth gave off a faint smell of blood, and the white of his exposed eye also had a faint blood color. In the end, he couldn't utter a word.

In his life, before he was haunted by endless nightmares, he briefly had family affection.

He could not remember what the man who died in the battle of Jinzhou and whose body was cut open and hung on the city wall looked like, but he still remembered him teaching him martial arts in the garden, and he also remembered the body full of holes that was carried back in the coffin.

The woman had cleaned the body before hanging herself. There were sixty-seven arrow holes on the body, and countless knife and sword wounds.

It is said that when the Northern Jue people cut him open, they took out only weeds and tree roots from his stomach.

The woman cried and fainted countless times while holding the corpse. When she was awake, she just told him again and again that she wanted revenge.

No reinforcements or food supplies arrived, and his father died in such a tragic way in Jinzhou when he was just a child.

Over the years, he has never forgotten his desire for revenge.

Xie Zheng stared at Fan Changyu intently. Seeing her cry, his heart felt as if a big hole was torn in it and he felt a pain coming from it.

Even if she stabbed him a few times, he would still hold her tightly and not let go.

But her father helped Wei Yan kill his father!

Xie Zheng was so nervous that he stared at Fan Changyu with bloodshot eyes and said softly, "Don't cry."

He seemed to want to comfort her, but his eyes became even bloodier. "When I found out this result, I waited for several days before I dared to come to see you."

He took off his blindfold and mask, as if he wanted to take another good look at her before leaving. "I also hope that your father is not the one who pushed the case, but I can't find any evidence that your father is not the one who pushed the case. On the contrary, He Jingyuan was almost silenced on the battlefield just like me, and the old man was detained in Beijing, while your father holds evidence that can threaten Wei Yan..."

He looked at Fan Changyu, his dark eyes were full of confusion: "Tell me, how can I believe that your father is not the one who pushed you?"

Fan Changyu's tears fell even more fiercely.

She wanted to continue explaining but found that she had no words to start. Her parents had a deep relationship and this was not evidence that could make Xie Zheng believe that her father was truly innocent.

Xie Zheng's eyes fell on her bloodstained gauze hand and said, "I just wrapped it up for you, how did it become like this again?"

He seemed to be teaching her a lesson. He lowered his eyes and continued as usual, untying the gauze to help her apply medicine, then tore off his own robe and wrapped it around her, and calmly instructed her: "Don't get wet or lift heavy objects before the wound heals..."

"Thank you."

The person in front of him choked up and called out to him, and a tear fell on his hand.

Her whole body was shaking.

Xie Zheng's hand froze for a moment, and he silently tied the gauze in her hand. When he raised his head, he suddenly grabbed her head and kissed her fiercely.

It was more fierce than any previous kiss. He grabbed her lips and tongue and sucked them like crazy.

Fan Changyu even tasted the taste of blood and the salty taste of tears.

But they soon separated.

He pressed his forehead against hers, and the love, hatred, and unwillingness in his eyes were all clearly shown to her.

He said, "Fan Changyu, the man who died in Jinzhou and whose body was disemboweled and exposed was my father. I may not hate him, but I cannot allow myself to love Wei Qilin's daughter again. This is the best path I can choose for you."

He held her face in his hands, watching her cry fiercely, and even gently wiped her tears, but the words he said were decisive: "If I can kill Wei Yan and still live, I will never leave the North in this life. I will never see you again in this life, and don't let me know if you get married in the future."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, but his eyes were dark without a trace of light: "I know what kind of person I am. If one day I regret my decision today, even if I die, I will drag you into my coffin and bury you with me."

He looked at her and whispered, "I can do it."

I don't know whether he was talking to Fan Changyu or to himself.

Fan Changyu stood there in a daze, with tears still falling down his face.

Perhaps because he was afraid of scaring her, Xie Zheng gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, and finally said softly, "I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and rode away.

It was as if he was afraid that if he stayed a moment longer, he would regret it.

Fan Changyu didn't come back to her senses until Xie Zheng walked away. She shouted, "Stop!"

The man who was riding his horse away actually pulled the reins because of her words.

Fan Changyu saw this and felt the uneasiness in his chest grow even stronger.

She took a deep breath and said, "I will find out the truth of that year, wash away the stigma of my grandfather for the past seventeen years, and give an explanation to your father and all the soldiers who died in vain in Jinzhou that year."

Without waiting for Xie Zheng to say anything else, Yan Jue turned his horse around, whipped the horse whip hard, and galloped back.

The author has something to say:

One more thing to add. Maybe everyone thinks that the hero will firmly choose the heroine no matter what. However, on the issue of revenge for his father, the hero will also have his own struggle. The shadow of his childhood is very heavy on him, and his father's death is a mountain on his heart. It is not something that can be let go. He can not hate because of the heroine, but he cannot allow himself to love again. Even if he wants to continue to firmly choose the heroine, he has to struggle and see his own heart more firmly, and then let go of the nightmare that has haunted him for so many years.

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