Cheng Huaijin froze, staring at the small jar in front of him, feeling a heart-wrenching pain.
He looked at the jar, tears streaming down his face: "So, in the end, my reunion with my sister was still a separation by death!"
The man in white handed him the jar: "Young Master Cheng, please accept my condolences!"
Cheng Huaijin reached out and took the jar, carefully holding it in his arms.
"General Peng, Miss Gu, may I ask what Xiaoyu has experienced in the past year?" After a long while, Cheng Huaijin looked up at Peng Erlang and Gu Yingxue.
His way of addressing people has changed.
I was still communicating with Kuncheng in January this year. Kuncheng said that Xiaoyu was at the Song family in Fuzhou. In less than a year, things have turned out like this.
Seeing Gu Yingxue's distraught state, Peng Erlang knew she couldn't explain, so he stood next to Cheng Huaijin and told her about Xiaoyu.
He knew the general outline, but not the details.
The last time he saw Xiaoyu was when she was abandoned in the desert, and he took off his cloak and covered her with it.
However, even if he didn't know the details, Cheng Huaijin could still imagine it.
He roared at Peng Erlang: "So, you knew she was in Peng Mu's hands, and you had people in Langge Royal City, yet you didn't try to rescue her? General Peng, she's just a weak woman! My sister is just a weak woman! Why did you send a weak woman to do such a dangerous thing!"
Peng Erlang lowered his head, offering no rebuttal. He didn't know why he didn't.
He was just following orders from above.
No one expected it to turn out this way.
Cheng Huaijin's eyes reddened: "Ha, hahaha, how ridiculous! Your Great Zhou army's swift and dazzling achievements were all bought with the sacrifice of a weak woman. Is it because you didn't bring back the news that your Peng family army dared not attack Langge Kingdom? She was trapped, and none of you cared. Gu Yingxue was kidnapped, and you immediately sent troops? Ha, hahaha, hahahahahaha..."
Peng Erlang wanted to explain, but Cheng Huaijin had lost his loved one, so no explanation would make a difference.
Do not advise others to do good if you have never experienced their suffering.
Putting himself in Cheng Huaijin's shoes, if his own brother had suffered such a fate, and they were left to rely on each other, he might have said something even harsher than Cheng Huaijin.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Jin," Peng Erlang could only apologize.
Cheng Huaijin pushed him away: "Does saying 'I'm sorry' bring my sister back to life? What good is 'I'm sorry'?"
After saying that, he looked at Gu Yingxue and said, "Come with me!"
Gu Yingxue stood up and followed behind Cheng Huaijin.
Peng Erlang was a little worried, but Gu Yingxue shook her head at him.
Upon reaching an open area within the camp, Cheng Huaijin looked towards the city and asked, "Tell me everything you saw and heard in Langge Kingdom about Xiaoyu. What did she say before she died?"
Gu Yingxue didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to hurt Cheng Huaijin by talking about it. These things were best kept to herself; she didn't want more people to know.
Cheng Huaijin lowered his head, looking coldly at Gu Yingxue, his voice brooking no refusal: "Speak!"
Gu Yingxue trembled in fright, then lowered her head and told Cheng Huaijin.
Cheng Huaijin's aura grew colder and colder, and Gu Yingxue was forced to continue speaking several times because she couldn't continue.
After listening, the two remained silent for a long time.
Cheng Huaijin handed the urn containing the ashes to Gu Yingxue and turned to leave.
Gu Yingxue held the jar in one hand and grabbed his arm with the other: "Brother Xiaojin, where are you going?"
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