"Okay." Lin Chunhuan's tone was very calm, and no emotion could be heard. "Let's take grandma home."

She didn't know what she should do, nor did she know what she could do.

The old lady's head was shot through. Lin Chunhuan watched the people around her busying around, her hands and feet so stiff that she couldn't move, even though she always knew that war was always cruel.

But how can people who have not experienced it empathize with it?

When the coffin was carried back to the Chu family villa, the mourning hall had already been set up. It would have taken a long time to prepare everything.

Mother Wang held Xiao Ming'an in her arms and stood quietly beside the mourning hall, watching the coffin being carried in. "Old sister."

"I have served you all my life. Now that you are gone, let me call you like this and be unrestrained for once." Wang Ma's tears were falling, but she had a smile on her face.

"Today, when you were about to leave, I actually felt that the layout here was what you liked when you were alive. If you could come back and take a look, please send me a dream and tell me if you like it."

While Wang Ma was speaking, little Ming'an, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, suddenly started crying and no one could comfort him.

"Auntie Wang, give me the child." Lin Chunhuan took a deep breath.

In just one day, Qin Song and the old lady passed away one after another. Lin Chunhuan felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out alive, but he felt no pain.

It's just so empty that it's scary.

But she also knew that Chu Shaoting would not be able to come back for a while, and Chu Xi had his own things to do. They were saving this city and this country.

So she can't fall down, she must hold up the Chu family.

Wang Ma responded, looking at Xiao Ming'an and Lin Chunhuan with gentle eyes, "Young Madam and Young Master are both good people. With you here, my old sister can leave with peace of mind."

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang. I won't let Grandma down."

When he spoke again, Lin Chunhuan realized that his voice was hoarse, and Ming An's crying had not stopped. "Now that the young marshal is away, the world is in turmoil. We must hold on."

"Wang Ma, go tell the people down there, damn it...Wang Ma?"

Halfway through his words, Lin Chunhuan realized that something was wrong with Wang Ma. Nervously, he freed a hand and gently tugged at her sleeve. "Wang Ma, what's wrong with you?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can go and rest first. I'm here."

But Wang Ma just shook her head and said, "Madam, I'm fine. I'll go inform the other families right away."

"good."

Although Wang Ma's state was a little strange, Lin Chunhuan just thought she was overly sad. After all, given Chu Xi's current situation, she probably didn't have the time or mood to instruct Wang Ma on anything. "Don't send anyone to the Young Marshal's place yet, don't distract him."

"good."

Mother Wang nodded in response, turned around and walked out of the villa. Lin Chunhuan kept taking deep breaths and called one by one to report the death. Originally, she and the old lady were planning to collect medicines, gauze and other things from wealthy businessmen in the Magic City at Xiao Mingan's 100-day banquet.

No matter how powerful the Chu family is, it is impossible for them to support the entire front line by themselves, but they are in an economic center like the Magic City.

Even though those businessmen respect the Chu family as the most respected, most of them are only afraid of the black pipes in the hands of the Chu family. When it comes to the ability to make money and the means to obtain materials, the Chu family is far behind the Jiao family, and even the former Lin family!

The Hundred Days Banquet cannot be held now, but the thing must be done.

There’s no better time than when you’re mourning an old lady!

"ah!"

Lin Chunhuan was still on the phone, thinking about how to get the money from those businessmen, when a shrill scream rang out.

Ming'an in his arms cried even louder.

Lin Chunhuan's breathing stagnated, and he quickly handed the child to the servant. The moment he walked out of the villa gate, Wang Ma's bloody corpse lay in front of him.

Blood flowed all over the ground, spreading to her feet bit by bit, staining the soles of her shoes red.

"Why?" Lin Chunhuan felt so weak in his limbs that he almost fell down. The adjutant rushed over and held him up. "Can someone tell me why this happened?"

"Auntie Wang's son and grandson are both in the Young Marshal's military camp. This morning, when we went out with the old lady, there was a bombing near the bridge. Everyone was killed."

The adjutant was a tall man, his eyes welling up as he spoke, "Young Marshal Shi personally sent someone back to announce the death. I only just found out about it."

Fuck the love in the Republic of China era.

Who on earth wants to live in such an era!

"Madam, now that Aunt Wang is gone, you can't hold the situation alone. We must notify the young marshal to come back." Not getting a response, the adjutant was silent for a moment, "At least, the second concubine should come back."

"Two fists can't beat four hands. You're alone, so it's inevitable that you'll be careless sometimes."

"The war is intense right now. Even the young marshal could be killed at any time. By then, the Chu family will be a big piece of fat meat, and everyone will want to take a bite. It will definitely not be enough for you alone."

Lin Chunhuan remained silent.

After a long while, he raised his hand and signaled for someone to collect Wang Ma's body.

The newly bought coffin was placed next to the old lady.

The two old people have supported each other for half their lives. Now that they are gone, they can take care of each other. Lin Chunhuan did not respond to the adjutant's words.

Of course, no one was asked to call Chu Xi back to the Chu family. They only asked him, "Is there anyone else at Wang Ma's house?"

"There's also a great-granddaughter, only seven or eight years old, who's being sponsored by the old lady to go to school." The adjutant frowned, but remained composed and replied, "Due to the current situation, all classes have been suspended. A while ago, the old lady asked Aunt Wang to bring her to the villa and temporarily live in the servants' quarters."

"Does the young lady want to see her?"

"No need." Lin Chunhuan lowered her eyes. She didn't know how desperate Wang Ma was to not even care about her young great-granddaughter. "Since she is in the Chu family, let someone take good care of her."

"In this house, as long as I have something to eat, don't let her go hungry."

The adjutant nodded in agreement, and after some hesitation, he brought up the matter of calling Chu Xi back again.

When he mentioned it again this time, Lin Chunhuan's eyes turned cold and he slowly took two steps back. "Doesn't the young marshal know that if he dies in battle, the Chu family will be in crisis?"

"Of course the young marshal knows." The adjutant's brows furrowed even more tightly. "What does the young mistress mean by that?"

"It's nothing special. I just want to ask you, since the young marshal knew, why didn't he choose to come back and guard the Chu family, but instead chose to guard that broken bridge!"

The adjutant took two deep breaths and said, "The young marshal is a soldier, of course he..."

Before he could finish his words, the adjutant suddenly froze, looked at Lin Chunhuan in astonishment, and finally shut his mouth, turned around silently, and went to do what he was supposed to do.