A man came forward with a sad look on his face.
"Second Miss Ye, we... have brought General Ye back! We hope you... accept our condolences!"
There was no one else behind Ye Chutang.
She asked A Yan to take Xiao Wu to wait at home and chose to come alone.
At this moment, they are also anxiously waiting at home.
Ye Chutang bowed solemnly, "Everyone has worked hard on this journey. The entire Ye family is grateful."
"Don't ever say that!"
The soldier hurriedly gave him a helping hand. Their faces were haggard from the long day's travels, but they still could not hide the gratitude and guilt in their eyes.
"If it weren't for General Ye, Duzhou would have fallen long ago, and we would have died fighting on the border. How could we have come back alive? He gave us our lives. It was us, we failed to protect him, that's why he was trapped in the chaos..."
As he spoke, his voice began to tremble uncontrollably.
The soldiers carrying the coffin at the back quickly lowered their heads and wiped away their tears.
The sky was gloomy, and dark clouds gathered, rolling in from the horizon and covering everyone's heads.
It was pitch black and the wind was howling.
It was clearly June, but there was no heat at all. Instead, there was a chill that penetrated to the bones.
Ye Chutang stepped forward and gently placed one hand on the coffin.
Pop.
A drop of rain fell and hit the coffin heavily, splashing water.
Ye Chutang wanted to open the coffin and take a look immediately, but was interrupted by the sudden heavy rain.
Her knuckles turned slightly white, and she finally let go.
"Excuse me everyone, I'm here to take Afeng home."
Someone in the crowd began to cry softly.
Heavy rain falls rapidly!
…
The violent storm quickly engulfed the entire world.
But the crowds on both sides of the street did not leave for a long time, just watching the returning procession moving forward in the rain.
A layer of white mist covered the black coffin, and in front of it was a thin figure with a straight back.
The hem of Ye Chutang's skirt was already stained with mud, and the rain fell on her face and head, but she seemed unaware of it and walked firmly step by step.
"Master, it's raining so hard, do you want to give Miss Ye an umbrella? She's..."
Lian Zhou looked at it, feeling anxious.
Chen Yanchuan looked at the familiar figure and slowly shook his head.
Lian Zhou wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally accepted it.
The soldiers in charge of escorting the coffin couldn't bear to watch and hurriedly chased after her, "Miss Ye Er! You can't stand being in the rain like this! You'd better take an umbrella!"
Ye Chutang kept walking, his dark eyes were cold and calm.
"Ah Feng is brave and doesn't shy away from swords and knives. As a sister, I am just a rain, why should I avoid it?"
The man was shocked and stood there in a daze, unable to utter a word of persuasion.
…
A Yan and Xiao Wu were already waiting at the door.
The rain was getting heavier, almost blocking out the view.
Xiaowu bit her lip, holding Ye Jingyan tightly with her little hands, almost reluctant to blink, for fear of missing something.
Ye Jingyan noticed her nervousness and worry, and bent down to hold her in his arms.
"Don't be afraid."
He combed Xiaowu's hair gently.
"Third brother is here."
Xiaowu couldn't help but look at him and nodded.
——She is not afraid!
Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the rain.
Ye Jingyan's heart skipped a beat and he immediately turned around to look over there.
In the white rain curtain, the familiar figure gradually became clear.
Behind her was a funeral procession.
The black coffin seemed to carry an invisible aura, pressing down heavily.
Ye Jingyan's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something.
He put his arm around Xiaowu and took a half step forward.
"Sister."
…
The coffin finally stopped in the front hall of Ye Mansion.
Ye Jingyan thanked the soldiers who carried the coffin one by one and sent them out.
After finishing all this and returning to the front hall, he saw Ye Chutang still standing in front of the black coffin.
"Sister."
He frowned and walked forward quickly.
"You're getting wet—"
"Close the door." Ye Chutang interrupted him, "It's been a while since we last had a good chat together."
Ye Jingyan paused, his gaze falling on the black coffin again.
He suppressed the urge in his heart that was about to burst out of his chest, nodded, turned around and closed the door.
It blocks out the sound of rain and also blocks out countless gazes, both open and hidden.
Ye Chutang casually wiped the raindrops from her face. The cold wind blew in from the crack of the door, making her shiver.
But she didn't feel cold at all.
Her heart was burning with anxiety and she desperately needed an answer!
She took a deep breath, then stepped forward and placed her hands on the black coffin again.
Xiaowu clenched his hands and unconsciously stood on tiptoe, wanting to take a look.
Ye Jingyan also came to one side.
"Sister, let me do it."
Ye Chutang nodded.
After a while, the black coffin was slowly pushed open.
A disfigured corpse lay quietly inside.
The tattered armor draped over his body was stained with blood and was shocking to the eye.
It's no longer discernible.
Ye Jingyan's heart trembled violently.
He looked at Ye Chutang almost instinctively, "...Sister?"
It had been a long time since Ye Chutang saw him look so helpless, almost pleading.
Except for that winter four years ago.
The little guy was short and couldn't see what was happening inside the coffin, so he could only stare at the two of them, his eyes red as he tried hard to hold back tears, and kept looking between them.
in the end……
Ye Chutang didn't say anything, but just stretched out his hand and brushed across the corpse's palm, which had already become cold and stiff.
Then, she untied the armor that had long since rotted away and carefully examined the chest area.
The room was as silent as a deep pool, even breathing was still.
Ye Jingyan's heart was burning with anger, but he didn't dare to rush. He felt as if there was a fire burning in his throat, making it impossible for him to utter a single word.
Boom——!
A loud thunder rolled in from the sky!
The originally dim room also brightened up for a moment, as if it was coated with a layer of bright silver light.
The light also fell on Ye Chutang.
Her thick eyelashes finally trembled slightly, and her body, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed.
"It's not Afeng."
Her voice was low, almost drowned out by the heavy rain.
However, Ye Jingyan heard it, heard it clearly!
In an instant! It was as if a huge burden had been lifted!
Hope instantly shone in his eyes, "Sister, are you serious?!"
Although it was a question, he knew that since his sister said so, she would definitely not be wrong!
This person is not Afeng!
In other words - Afeng is very likely still alive!
Ye Chutang nodded.
Ye Jingyan was so ecstatic that he could hardly speak. He closed his eyes, unable to describe the excitement in his heart.
It was also at this moment that he realized that his body had been drenched in cold sweat without him knowing when.
That’s great, that’s great!
Ye Jingyan came to his senses and immediately turned around to look at Xiaowu.
"Xiaowu, did you hear that? Sister said—"
His voice stopped abruptly.
Ye Chutang finally realized something, turned around, and met a pair of eyes filled with tears.
The tears that had been suppressed for so long could no longer be controlled and burst out.
She cried breathlessly, as if she wanted to pour out all the worries and fears she had felt for so many days.
Ye Chutang felt a pang of pain in his heart, and he gently held her in his arms.
"Okay, stop crying. This is a good thing, isn't it?"
Xiaowu was breathing rapidly and his little body was trembling.
Finally, she let out a "wow" and sobbed.
"...Ah, Ah...Sister...!" (End of this chapter)
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