On the outskirts of the city, in a sunny spot near the mountains and rivers, there stood a new grave. On the tombstone, there were new words engraved:

——Tomb of adoptive father Zhang Fei

Zhang Fei sleeps here forever, far away from the imperial capital and far away from all the right and wrong and noise. It faces the sun during the day and bathes in moonlight at night. It has its back against the mountain and faces the water. It is a prosperous place with excellent feng shui.

Wreaths symbolizing death filled the graves, spirit flags floated in the wind, and ashes from burnt money and paper were blown all over the sky by the wind.

Qin Ye stood in front of the grave, looking at the tombstone, without saying a word for a long time.

I still remember when I first met this group of people, each of them was either lame, blind, skinny as a monkey, or effeminate. They were all abnormal people. They were on the run for three hundred days a year, but they had the ambition to be chivalrous and righteous.

They are all a lovely bunch of people.

He is kind-hearted, never does anything against his will, is loyal to others, is trustworthy and reliable, and is more reliable than anyone else.

After Zhang Fei's death, Qin Ye's heart seemed to be hollowed out, and it was dead silent; just like the sky today, gray and gloomy.

Low.

dim.

sad.

Zhang Quezi limped forward with one leg, his voice choked, "Miss, I am sorry... There will be many unexpected things in a person's life. Let the past be the past."

When we live in this world, we should always look forward.

Qin Ye couldn't hold back his emotions. "He shouldn't have died..."

"I was the one who asked him to go to Gu's house. If it wasn't for me..."

"Don't think like that!" Feng Ran's hand fell on her shoulder, and she whispered to comfort her, "It was the Gu family who had bad intentions and killed Zhang Fei. Our enemy is the Gu family, it's not your fault."

It was the Gu family’s fault.

The Gu family is the enemy of Wujimen.

The Wuji Sect and the Gu family will fight to the death.

Qin Ye slowly lowered his eyes. Although it was the Gu family's fault, she was also at fault. She also had responsibilities that she could not shirk.

Her six-month-old belly made it impossible for her to bend her waist, so she bent her knees and knelt down.

"Miss!"

"Miss!"

Everyone got anxious.

"You guys go back first. I'll talk to Zhang Fei for a while before we leave."

Everyone looked at each other, and knowing that the young lady was sad, they stopped disturbing her and walked away, waiting about ten meters away.

Two hours later.

Return to Prince Chen’s Mansion.

"Princess, have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up. You don't look well." The old butler considerately brought a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

Qin Ye took it.

His hands were very cold and his face was a little pale. Something was on his mind, so his mental state was naturally not very good.

She took two sips, refreshed herself a little, and then asked:

"Where's the prince?"

"The prince is in the study. There was an urgent message just now. It seems to have been sent from the northern border."

Northern border, Huns, fighting.

Qin Ye frowned, put down his teacup, stood up and was about to go to the study, but as luck would have it, Zong Zhengchen came outside the door.

"Ye'er is back."

In the morning, the two entered the palace together. After finishing the work in the palace, he returned to his home to work, while she went to visit Zhang Fei.

She sat down, "Is there a war in the northern border?"

The emperor wanted Zong Zhengchen to go to war, but she was pregnant, so Zong Zhengchen refused to go and let Han Feng lead his army.

Zong Zhengchen pursed his lips slightly, and that gesture seemed to say that the situation was not optimistic.

However, he just said lightly:

"Everything is fine."

"Really?" she asked doubtfully.

"What can go wrong? Han Feng has been with me for many years. If he hasn't learned seven or eight things, he has at least learned three or four. With him in the Northern Frontier, nothing serious can happen."

When she wanted to ask again, the man changed the subject:

"Three days from now, it will be Qingming Festival. A ceremony to worship ancestors will be held at the imperial mausoleum. I ordered someone to make two sets of plain clothes. They have just been delivered. Would you like to try them on?"