A short while later, Gu Yingxue, dressed in white, wearing a white cloak and a veil, appeared in Peng Erlang's tent, carrying an urn of ashes.
Peng Erlang sighed inwardly and looked at Cheng Huaijin.
The moment Gu Yingxue appeared, Cheng Huaijin's gaze was fixed on her, or more precisely, on the urn of ashes she was holding. He didn't know why, but he felt a pang of panic and heartache, as if he had been stabbed with a knife, just like when he had dueled with General Gorz that day.
Gu Yingxue saw Cheng Huaijin next to Peng Erlang, and tears welled up in her eyes at just one glance.
Cheng Huaijin and Cheng Huaiyu have such similar facial features.
"Are you Brother Xiao Jin?" Gu Yingxue walked to Cheng Huaijin's side, looked at his face, and asked in a trembling voice.
“I am Cheng Huaijin,” Cheng Huaijin said.
Gu Yingxue took a step back while holding the urn, then knelt down straight down: "I'm sorry."
Cheng Huaijin had a bad feeling that made him unable to move.
Bai Yi and Bai Jiu followed them in and saw this scene. They also silently walked behind Peng Erlang.
"Why are you apologizing to me? Do I even know you?" Cheng Huaijin ignored the strange feeling in his heart and looked at Gu Yingxue, asking coldly.
"I am Gu Yingxue. My sister Cheng Huaiyu and I are both adopted daughters of Gu Qingyuan and Peng Yizhu, the prefects of Linzhou. My sister couldn't escape the clutches of Langge Kingdom because of me, so I'm sorry, Brother Xiaojin." Gu Yingxue didn't dare to look at Cheng Huaijin; she was afraid.
"What did you say?" Cheng Huaijin grabbed Gu Yingxue by the collar and lifted her up, with the urn between them.
"My sister is dead. She missed her only chance to escape because she was saving me." Gu Yingxue, tears and snot streaming down her face, was lifted up by Cheng Huaijin, and she also hugged the urn of ashes tightly.
"Young Master Cheng, the jar contains Miss Cheng..." Seeing Gu Yingxue's distress, the man in white stepped forward to remind her, but was interrupted by Cheng Huaijin.
"Shut up!" Cheng Huaijin released Gu Yingxue, drew his sword, and pressed it against her neck.
"Xiao Jin!" Peng Erlang stepped forward to stop her.
"Who are you? Why are you impersonating members of the Peng family?" Cheng Huaijin asked in a deep voice.
"Xiao Jin, calm down. Xiao Yu is dead. No one would use this to lie to you." Peng Erlang snatched the sword from his hand and said.
Cheng Huaijin refused to believe it. He stared directly at Gu Yingxue: "My sister married and had a child in Fuzhou. She married the wrong person, but that doesn't mean she died. Who are you? Why are you making up such a lie?"
Gu Yingxue shook her head with tears streaming down her face. She didn't want to believe it either. She also hoped that her sister had just married and had children in Fuzhou, even if she had married the wrong person.
"Speak! Why did you make up lies!" Cheng Huaijin stepped forward and shook Gu Yingxue's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Gu Yingxue could only keep apologizing.
"Xiao Jin, wake up! No one is making up lies!" Peng Erlang pulled Cheng Huaijin up and shook him.
"Let go! Let go!" Cheng Huaijin roared.
When Peng Erlang refused to let go, Cheng Huaijin took direct action.
Cheng Huaijin's kung fu was no worse than Peng Erlang's, and Gu Xin intentionally enhanced his strength by giving Cheng Huaijin a lot of medicinal food when preparing it for the King of Flowing Sand.
At first, Peng Erlang tried to avoid it, but later he mustered his spirits and fought back with all his might.
Unable to bear it any longer, Bai Yi snatched the jar from Gu Yingxue's hand and stood in front of Peng Erlang, saying, "Fight! Let Miss Cheng be reduced to ashes!"
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