Amidst the tranquil and beautiful mountains and rivers of Shu, Nangong Beiyu was concentrating on planning the local development plan.
He has great ambitions and hopes to bring prosperity and peace to this land.
However, a sudden urgent letter hit his heart like a ruthless hammer, instantly shattering his originally orderly world.
The letter stated that his beloved mother had been murdered by a villain and passed away.
This tragic news was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, leaving Nangong Beiyu stunned on the spot, unable to believe it.
His mother, that gentle, kind and loving woman, had spent countless nights gently waving a palm-leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes for him, telling him ancient and beautiful stories to accompany him into sweet dreams.
He still remembered that when he was young, every time he made a mistake, his mother would teach him gently, with no blame in her eyes, only full of patience and expectation.
Whenever he achieved a small success, his mother's joyful smile would warm his heart like the warm spring sun.
Deep in his memory, there was a bright spring day.
The mother and son walked together in the garden. The spring breeze blew and the flower petals fell like snow.
His mother held his little hand and patiently taught him how to identify various flowers.
Yu'er, look at this gorgeous peony, it symbolizes wealth; that elegant jasmine represents purity."
His mother's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze brushing past his ears.
He blinked his curious eyes and tried hard to remember the name and meaning of each flower, while his mother encouraged him with a smile.
In the hot summer, the sun is scorching.
He was sweating profusely after playing in the courtyard. When he returned to the house, his mother had already prepared a refreshing soup for him.
The cool taste made him forget the heat instantly.
His mother sat beside him, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, her eyes full of love.
"Drink slowly, don't choke."
His mother's care was like the soup, nourishing his heart.
During the clear and crisp autumn weather, his clothes were accidentally torn.
Under the dim oil lamp, my mother was carefully mending the clothes stitch by stitch.
Her eyes were focused and gentle, as if the clothes in her hands were the most precious treasure in the world.
Nangong Beiyu watched from the side, his heart filled with warmth and emotion.
"Mother, you have worked hard." He said softly.
The mother raised her head and replied with a smile: "As long as it is for you, the mother will not be tired."
In the cold winter, the north wind is howling.
Whenever night falls, his mother would hold him tightly in her arms and use her body temperature to drive away the cold.
He felt endless warmth and security in his mother's arms and fell into a sweet sleep.
"Yu'er, go to sleep. Your mother is here." The mother's whisper seemed like the most soothing lullaby.
These beautiful memories, like shining stars, are embedded in the long river of his life.
But now, his mother has left him, her life cruelly taken away by that hateful villain.
Filled with grief and anger, Nangong Beiyu's eyes burned with rage, and endless sorrow and determination surged in his heart.
He knew very well that he could not stay in Shu any longer at this moment.
Although the affairs in Shu have not yet been resolved, the blood feud for his mother is like a heavy mountain, pressing him to the point of suffocation.
He quickly summoned his trusted associates and capable men, his face solemn and resolute, his voice slightly hoarse with anger and grief: "My mother was murdered by a traitor, this hatred is irreconcilable.
We must set off immediately and return to the capital to bring the evildoer to justice to comfort my mother's spirit in heaven."
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation when they heard this, and they all responded in unison. Nangong Beiyu jumped on his horse and waved his whip, and the horse neighed and its hooves clattered like thunder.
He led a group of people and rushed towards the capital city day and night.
Along the way, Nangong Beiyu was anxious and had a lot of thoughts in his mind.
He recalled every moment he spent with his mother, and the grief in his heart grew deeper.
He recalled that he had studied and practiced calligraphy with his mother by his side. His mother quietly ground ink for him, her focused expression as if she was completing something extremely important.
"Yu'er, your handwriting must be neat and your heart must be upright." The mother's teachings still echoed in my ears.
He still remembered that once he was sick, his mother took care of him day and night, boiling medicine and feeding him soup without a moment's rest.
The concerned look and anxious expression made him understand how deep his mother's love for him was.
Sleeping in the open air, traveling day and night, fatigue and pain could not stop him from returning home.
His eyes were always looking firmly forward, which was the direction of the capital, the direction of revenge, and his persistent pursuit of justice.
On the way, he encountered a violent storm and the road was muddy.
But he never had the slightest intention of retreating. He had only one thought in his mind: "Return to the capital as soon as possible and avenge my mother."
Sometimes, when night fell, he had no choice but to camp in the wilderness.
Looking at the starry sky, he seemed to see his mother's smiling face, which was encouragement and support for him.
After a long journey, they finally reached the capital.
However, at this moment, Nangong Beiyu felt a little nervous and uneasy.
He didn't know what kind of difficulties and dangers were waiting for him, but he was ready to make the murderer receive the punishment he deserved no matter what the cost.
The gate of the capital city was in sight. Nangong Beiyu took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination.
He knew that a thrilling contest was about to begin.
He will uncover the truth at all costs, let his mother rest in peace, and let justice be served.
In the gloomy and cold palace, Nangong Beiyu was completely shocked by the scene before him, and his heart instantly sank into an endless dark abyss.
An icy chill rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body, causing him to shiver slightly.
What appeared before him was the bruised and battered body of his beloved mother.
My mother's once gentle and kind face was now distorted by pain and torture, pale as paper and lifeless.
Her skin, once as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade, was now covered with purple bruises and deep bloodstains. Some of the wounds were still oozing blood, as if silently accusing her of the inhuman abuse she had suffered in her lifetime.
Nangong Beiyu's eyes were wide open and bloodshot, which was caused by extreme grief and pain.
His lips trembled and he wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible force and he could not make a sound.
His body began to tremble involuntarily, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood oozed out, but he was completely unaware.
He slowly approached his mother's body, each step feeling extremely heavy, as if there was a bottomless abyss under his feet.
His eyes never left his mother's body, trying to find clues left by the murderer from the scars. However, he found nothing except endless pain and anger.
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