"Princess, please accept my condolences and don't hurt yourself."
"General Qiao died for his country. He is a hero."
"General Qiao was a young and talented man, but it's a pity that he died young. If he were still alive, he certainly wouldn't want you to be so sad."
…
The surrounding soldiers kept trying to comfort him, whether sincere or insincere, but Qiao Si turned a deaf ear to them and just held his body, unwilling to let go.
This is her biological brother.
My biological brother from the same father and mother.
He is the brother who has doted on her since she was a child.
He knew that his mother favored Qiao Er, the brother who was so tolerant of her.
It was Qiao San who was willing to stay in the capital as a hostage for the sake of Prince Qiao's Mansion. He was the person she relied on in the capital.
How can I let go...
Why is there still an ambush?
Why would anyone attack them?
I've already done so much...
Having lost so much...
Obviously...
"Xiting, it's okay, Xiting, it's time to let go and let Duzhou sleep. The soldiers still have to return to the capital to report, and we can't delay any longer." Li Guanghan walked to Qiao Si's side and wanted to pull her arms open, but he couldn't.
Qiao Si exhaled deeply, forcing herself to calm down. Her eyes, already bloodshot, looked at Li Guanghan. She swallowed her sorrow and pain, her voice flat and distant. "If you want to go back and report, then take someone with you. I want to bring my brother home."
Every word is heartbreaking.
Zhang You's eyes were moist and tears were flowing.
She understood Qiao Si's pain, and felt even more sorry for her pretending to be strong.
But she also hated her own powerlessness.
Watching these people leave time and time again, watching Qiao Si shoulder all the responsibilities alone, but she could do nothing...
Li Guanghan looked at her deeply, agreed to her words, left the coffin, and slowly walked into the city with the others.
Qiao Si held Qiao San's body in his arms for a long time, not letting go. It was so long that all the soldiers had left, leaving the area empty except for a few passersby who watched them whisper.
"Princess."
Jingzhu called her name softly, fearing that a loud call would disturb them.
Qiao Si raised his head slowly and absentmindedly, as if he was slowly getting out of the pain of losing his loved ones.
She looked around, only to see an empty space, with only her closest maids, each of them looking at her with concern, tears welling in their eyes. She looked towards the city gate from afar, but the crowd had already followed the triumphal procession into the city, leaving even the gate empty.
Beneath the towering city gate stood her elderly father. She couldn't quite discern the emotion in his eyes from the distance, but she could see his figure, supported by someone, looking as if he had aged a decade.
Qiao Si lowered his head, and a tear fell on the chest of the corpse. All his emotions were drowned in the silent tears.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Qiao Si loosened his arms, moving carefully, afraid of hurting Qiao San. The look in her eyes when she looked at him was extremely gentle. She cried and suddenly laughed, raised her hand to touch his cheek, and her voice was gentle.
"Brother, don't be afraid. Father and I are here to take you home. Let's go home."
Her voice was so soft, so soft that it was blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.
Zhang You saw that she wanted to take Qiao San's body out of the coffin, so he and Qiuyue and the others went forward to help and carry Qiao San out.
Only by seeing the wounds on his body with your own eyes can you truly understand the unforgettable pain. What you see is not the horrific bloodshed, but the torture and pain he experienced in his life. His clothes are soaked in blood, fused with his flesh and blood.
No wonder no one changed his clothes and left him in the coffin with his bloody clothes on.
Qiao Si stubbornly carried Qiao San on his back. Qiao San was a head taller than Qiao Si, and when Qiao Si carried him, he was almost crushed. However, after years of martial arts training, Qiao Si was still able to carry him.
"Princess, why don't we do it?" Qiuyue couldn't bear it and wanted to take Qiao San.
Qiao Si shook his head, his tone extremely firm: "No, I want to take him back myself." His voice was choked, but the strength in his hands did not decrease, and he walked forward stubbornly.
"Jingzhu, go find someone to prepare a fine coffin and send it to Prince Qiao's mansion. I want my brother to pass away in a dignified manner, not casually."
Qiao Si glanced at the black coffin in front of him. It was just an ordinary coffin.
Qiao San slept in there and came back, so it must have been a bumpy journey.
"yes."
After Jingzhu received the order, she hurried ahead. Zhang You and the others followed closely behind Qiao Si, watching her walk back step by step, carrying the tall Qiao San on her back.
Qiao Si spoke to Qiao San in a low voice, as if Qiao San was still alive, as if they were still the same as before.
"Look, you said you've grown taller than me over the years, so I definitely can't carry you anymore. Well, I can carry you... I'm saying... I've grown a lot over the years, and I'm better than you...
Third brother, you used to carry me like this before... You even said that Mother wouldn't let me eat dates, so you... also carried me like this... to the woods north of the city to pick dates.
After all these years, you still haven't fulfilled your promise? How did you break your promise?
...Third brother... didn't you say you would stay with me in the capital? Didn't you also say you would take good care of yourself and come back alive? ...Third brother..."
Prince Qiao looked at his two children approaching, without saying a word to disturb Qiao Si. Qiao San lay quietly on Qiao Si's back, looking as if he was just asleep from behind. Qiao Si just talked to him as usual, reminiscing about the past.
Prince Qiao walked quietly beside Qiao Si, his steps heavy, silent, and without saying a word.
He fought for the country for so many years, but what did he get in the end?
Is he really doing the right thing?
Is all this really worth it?
When he was young, he lost his beloved and was forced to marry a girl from the Du family. After getting married, he fought for the emperor in various battles to protect the stability of the area, but was suspected of harboring evil intentions. He was sent to defend Dingzhou, but he waited for a long time for support and struggled to hold on, escaping death several times. After he succeeded, he was framed by those in the court and caused the wife and children of Prince Qiao to die for him. After returning to Beijing and becoming unemployed, he used his daughter's life in exchange for a time to survive. Even so, he was still concerned about the power of the Qiao family army, which led to the death of his own son.
What had he done wrong in his life?
Why are you being so harsh on him?
Why can’t I keep even the simplest happiness?
Strive to hold on to the justice in your heart!
For the so-called wise ruler! He sacrificed everything in Prince Qiao's mansion!
Loyal to the emperor and patriotic!
Sacrifice yourself for justice!
It's all a joke!
He should have understood.
He should have thought it through earlier.
Why do we have to wait until we are out of ammunition and food before we realize the emperor’s fickleness!
When the bird is dead, the bow is put away; when the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked.
It's not his fault.
The one who was wrong was the tyrant king who only cared about seeking immortality, coveting beauty, and making the people of the world live in misery!
What is wrong is this blind, confused, decadent and chaotic world!
In troubled times, what can't a treacherous minister do?
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