The martial law in Xiaoyue City was finally lifted, and the tense atmosphere of the past slowly dissipated with the end of the war.
The streets and alleys in the city gradually returned to their former bustle, and the bustling crowds filled the market again.
The shouts of vendors rose one after another, children ran and played in the alleys, and the air was filled with the smell of hot smoke.
Although there was still light snow falling from the sky and the coldness had not dissipated, people's faces were filled with long-lost smiles.
A stable life is finally back.
However, a large crowd gathered at the city gate.
They stood there quietly, their eyes looking into the distance at the same time, as if waiting for something.
The air was filled with low and solemn funeral music, which gradually reached my ears from far away.
Not long after, a team in white slowly came into view.
The white cloth hung high up, fluttering in the biting cold wind.
That was a funeral procession.
When pedestrians on the street saw this, they couldn't help but whisper to each other.
As the funeral procession slowly approached, the crowd spontaneously quieted down, with only the mournful music echoing in the silent winter air.
Beside the black coffin, a figure in plain clothes followed silently.
He was a very handsome young man with clear features and a temperament as upright as pine and bamboo.
Even though he was wearing simple linen clothes, it was difficult to conceal his noble character.
However, his eyes were as dark as night and as black as obsidian, without a single ray of light.
He kept his shoulders straight, walked steadily, and always kept a distance within reach of the black coffin.
After walking through the snow-covered streets, the team finally stopped in front of the Helian Mansion.
The onlookers were whispering to each other, they had already guessed who was in the coffin.
The young man slowly stopped, raised his head, and the hair on his forehead fluttered slightly, revealing a handsome and elegant face.
The falling snow drifted silently, turning into transparent water marks between his eyebrows and eyes, making him look even colder and more distant.
He looked at the three words "Helian Mansion" hanging above the gate of the mansion, and his fingertips tightened slightly.
After a while, he slowly turned his head and reached out to touch the dark coffin.
"Ayu..." He called softly in a low, hoarse voice, "We're home..."
In front of the mansion gate, people who had been waiting for a long time suddenly rushed forward.
The moment the woman in the front saw the coffin clearly, her knees went weak and she fell on the black coffin, crying heart-wrenchingly.
“Yu’er——!”
She hugged the coffin, her tears mixing with the snow water, and her fingertips tightly clasped the dark coffin lid.
Everyone around was moved, their eyes slightly red, but they didn't know how to comfort them.
The young man in plain clothes then stepped aside.
He didn't say anything, just stood there, staring at everything with his eyes lowered quietly.
…
Prince Jing's Mansion was only separated from Helian's Mansion by a street. When Xuezhu heard the mournful music, she kept looking into the house.
I guess it’s Master Helian who has returned.
But...Jingyang is still asleep...
After drinking the pear soup yesterday, it was only three quarters past midnight, and it was already dark, but Jingyang said he was sleepy.
She didn't allow anyone to disturb her, blew out the candle and went to bed.
The prince and princess came once in the evening, and when they heard that she was already asleep, they thought she was sick.
But she really fell asleep.
There were no signs of illness.
I woke up once or twice, drank a few sips of water silently, and then lay down again to sleep.
I have been sleeping for so long that it is almost noon.
I slept for almost ten hours.
There was no intention of waking up to pick up Master Helian...
Xuezhu just felt anxious.
It would be fine if Wang Ji cried bitterly, but now it is really hard to understand what is in her heart.
…
After returning to Xiaoyue City, the coffin was kept for three days to allow people to attend the funeral.
Almost all the dignitaries in Xiaoyue City came.
The funeral was held with great pomp and ceremony, with the utmost honor.
Even Dota came in person.
But he, Yuan Zhao, and a few other children came in a low-key manner.
Mrs. Helian didn't know Yuan Zhao, but looking at her face which was similar to Yuan Musheng's, she could guess a little bit.
Yuan Qi Yu hadn't seen his elder brother for a long time and was about to go find him.
But he stopped as soon as he entered the door.
Yuan Musheng just stood there quietly, his eyes were blank and he looked like he had lost his soul.
Madam Helian and Yuan Zhaodao,
"He's been like this... for three whole days..."
"It's time to rest..."
Mrs. Helian's face was full of traces of tears and fatigue, but when she looked at Yuan Musheng, she felt distressed.
She already knew everything that happened on the battlefield.
Helian Yu made his own choice. As a mother, she always knew her son best.
When Helian Yu just came back from Dacheng, he told her that he had made a very like-minded friend in Dacheng.
She was glad that Helian Yu was accompanied by his close friends in his last moments.
Otherwise, it would be too lonely for him to leave alone.
Looking at Yuan Musheng now is like looking at Helian Yu.
She couldn't help but cry.
…
Yuan Zhao first added some incense, and the smoke curled up, filling the silent mourning hall with a faint scent of sandalwood.
She looked at the neatly placed memorial tablets on the table, lowered her eyes slightly, then retracted her gaze and slowly walked towards Yuan Musheng.
The young man stood quietly by, motionless, as if he had lost all his strength.
His black hair was disheveled, his eyes were dark, and he looked thin and exhausted.
The messy stubble on his chin was in stark contrast to his usual handsome and well-behaved appearance.
In the past, Yuan Musheng would keep himself clean and tidy even if he was disabled and confined to a wheelchair.
Now he is in a mess.
Yuan Zhao felt a pang of pain in his heart. He reached out to straighten his clothes and gently smoothed his messy hair.
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