Chen Hede didn't need to explain further; Xu Zhuohua already knew.
That was an extremely dark period of history, during which many like-minded people were captured or assassinated.
The reason why Chen Hede is hailed as a righteous person is that he released many people who had been arrested.
Xu Zhuohua was unaware at the time that Cheng Muyun, who was disgraced at that time, was actually the one secretly helping Xiao Wuxin.
To protect Xiao Wuxin, Cheng Muyun did not hesitate to eliminate all enemies and help those who had been captured.
Historical records state that Cheng Muyun killed people for amusement, but this is not the case. The people he killed indiscriminately were all those who might pose a threat to Xiao Wuxin.
Cheng Muyun remained silent, letting those people slander him, because for him, there was nothing left in this world to cherish.
Reputation is not important.
But Xu Zhuohua felt sorry for him; she had fallen in love with Cheng Muyun even after she knew he was a bad person.
Besides, now that the truth has come out, Cheng Muyun is a good person!
He died unjustly!
Xu Zhuohua's head was bowed low, her long hair falling down and covering most of her face.
Only the teardrops that fell to the ground clearly reflected her trembling—first, fine droplets soaked into the bluestone slab, quickly forming a wet patch, like someone had spilled a small puddle of water on the ground.
"Cheng Muyun... Is he in danger?" Her voice came from her hair, hoarse and almost incoherent, each word as if it were being ground from her throat.
"It's relatively stable for now." Chen Hede's voice was hoarse. He paused and then added, "But who can say for sure... the limelight is too intense."
Xu Zhuohua suddenly looked up at him, her eyes, which had just been filled with tears, were surprisingly bright, with a hint of urgent questioning: "What else? You haven't finished."
Chen Hede's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally hardened his heart: "I secretly saw him a few days ago. He was like a soul had been taken away from him, there was no light in his eyes at all... To be honest, he looked like he wanted to be torn to pieces immediately, and he had no thought of survival whatsoever."
“How could this be…” Xu Zhuohua shook his head subconsciously, his clenched fists turning white at the knuckles, his nails almost digging into his palms.
“Ever since the day you were ‘buried,’ he’s been like a different person.” Chen Hede’s voice was low, tinged with barely concealed sorrow. “He declared the Dongzhou Army’s independence on the spot, and many people were waiting to see him fail. The Yunnan Army and the Sichuan Army had long been eyeing Dongzhou, and Nanjing was also pressing closer. At first, he held on, maneuvering and resisting them, but now…”
But now, he's almost completely exhausted, with no strength left to even think about survival.
Xu Zhuohua mentally finished what Chen Hede hadn't said.
It felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly gripped her chest tightly, causing her to bend over instantly, making it difficult to even breathe.
It wasn't a vague ache, but a sharp, tearing pain that pounded against her chest, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
The next second, Xu Zhuohua suddenly raised her hand and pressed it against her chest, her fingertips against the heaving fabric of her clothes, as if she could suppress the churning pain.
Heartache is a pain that truly makes your heart clench, your limbs go weak, and your eyes instantly fill with tears—a pain that cuts to the bone.
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