Chapter 801 The Curtain Falls - Uncle Ji's Sudden Death
The man's eyes flickered; heaven knows how much courage it took for him to say those words.
Zhong Lin glared at him. "You still dare to negotiate?"
The man flinched in fright, but still held firmly to the paper with the writing on it.
"Let him speak."
Yun Yichen spoke up, and the man then looked at Yun Yichen and hurriedly said, "Don't involve my family. They know nothing about this."
The lieutenant knew he was doomed, and all he could do now was protect his family.
Yun Yichen hadn't expected him to bring this up, and his gaze fell on the deputy general. "You mean that cloth merchant?"
The deputy general held onto a sliver of hope, but to his surprise, Yun Yichen actually traced it back to his family. He sighed and said, "I had them stockpile that cloth to provide new clothes for the army."
"I promise you."
Yun Yichen agreed before the deputy general could finish speaking. In his view, whether his family knew or not was no longer important. Compared to finding the Emperor of Wei as soon as possible, he didn't need to worry about an insignificant cloth merchant.
The lieutenant was taken aback by Yun Yichen's decisiveness and hesitated for a moment before Zhong Lin pulled out the paper.
Yun Yichen quickly browsed through the pages, his heart surging with immense emotions.
His gaze fell on the deputy general, and Yun Yichen narrowed his eyes as he pressed, "How did you know all this?"
This is just a pawn; there's no way he could know any of this!
The lieutenant had already guessed that Yun Yichen would ask this question. He looked at Yun Yichen as if he were looking through him at some past event.
“I was only thirteen years old when my mother had a difficult childbirth with my younger sister. My father called me to the clinic to find a doctor, and it was there that I met the Lord. I remember that the Lord looked very depressed at the time. He was holding a newborn baby in his arms, and next to him was a seriously injured man.”
"Is this all what they said?"
Yun Yichen didn't want to listen to the deputy general's story, so he interrupted.
The lieutenant snapped out of his daze and nodded with a complicated expression.
"They said a lot back then, but I don't remember much of it. I only remember that I was almost killed by them after I was discovered, and that's how I became who I am today."
The deputy general's meaning was clear: if he hadn't run into the two of them back then, he might not have joined the army.
After receiving confirmation from the deputy general, Yun Yichen stuffed the paper into his pocket and continued, "Do you remember if they mentioned where that place is?"
"They didn't mention it."
The lieutenant answered without hesitation. Seeing that he seemed genuinely unaware, Yun Yichen waved his hand and ordered someone to take him away.
"Looks like we'll have to find it ourselves."
Yun Yichen looked at Bai Moqin, who now listened to him. Upon hearing his words, she immediately instructed Qingfeng to gather her people.
Just then, a voice came from outside the door, "I know where that place is."
Upon hearing the voice, Yun Yichen looked over and saw an old acquaintance who shouldn't be there.
The battle on the frontier was like a dream; apart from the tens of thousands of dead soldiers, everything quickly returned to normal.
In the search for the Emperor of Wei, because the internal strife in Wei was not yet quelled, Bai Moqin could only place her hopes on Yun Yichen.
Meanwhile, on the Ji family army's side, Ji Wenxuan managed to uncover dozens of spies during this military operation, and as many as 80% of these spies were recruited by Ji's second uncle.
General Ji dedicated his life to protecting his country and never imagined that his own son would almost become a criminal against the nation.
Whether it was to give an explanation to the soldiers or to give an explanation to his deceased eldest son, General Ji had his second uncle displayed in the army this time.
The winter wind was not to be underestimated; Uncle Ji's face stung from the wind, but even so, he stubbornly held on to his last breath.
They were both his father's sons, and his mother was still that short-lived woman, so why was he always inferior to him, and why did his father only value him?
From a young age, I worked harder than anyone else to keep up with him, and I did everything I could to earn a word of praise from my father. Yet even so, my father still didn't see me. If it weren't for my mother supporting me, my father might have even thought he didn't have a son.
So he was unwilling to accept it, and he wanted to find a way to kill him, to kill the older brother he had always been jealous of.
To this day, he still remembers the day he poisoned his elder brother, then severed his Achilles tendons with his sword, crippling his martial arts. He left a total of thirty-eight cuts on his body, the last one even piercing his chest.
He thought he was surely going to die, given the situation. But to his surprise, he was incredibly lucky and survived.
When he first saw him in front of him, his heart was filled with lies. He was afraid that if he told his father the truth, his father would hate him even more.
But that fool, that older brother he had admired since childhood, didn't say a word. When he breathed a sigh of relief, he finally received his father's attention for the first time. He gradually gained his father's attention, his position was elevated, and he was gradually allowed to participate in military affairs.
He thought everything would be alright, but he overlooked the fact that even without his brother, he still had his nephew. What was worse was that after one left, another one came.
He just wanted more attention, what was wrong with that?
Uncle Ji was suspended on the frame, his eyes almost closed, but he was still unwilling to give up. He kept telling himself not to fall asleep, that he had to endure these three days. As long as he could endure all the torture, he would still have a chance.
However, he never expected that after he finally endured the entire punishment, he would die at the hands of the army doctor.
Ji Wenxuan looked at his second uncle, who was still barely recognizable as a human, with cold indifference in his eyes. "Go tell the old general that your second uncle couldn't hold on any longer."
Ji Wenxuan looked at the military doctor, who nodded upon receiving the order and quickly left.
When the old general heard the news of Uncle Ji's death, he couldn't help but close his eyes briefly. "It was his fate. He can't blame anyone else."
General Ji was naturally very saddened by the loss of his only son, but even so, he never reflected on his own actions.
If he hadn't been blinded by lust, Ji Wenxuan and the others wouldn't have lost their grandmother. If he hadn't favored his concubines over his wife, Ji Dalang wouldn't have been so eager to gain a foothold in the army. And if he hadn't been so biased, Ji Ershu wouldn't have become so twisted in personality.
Ultimately, whether it was Ji Dalang's tragic state or Ji Ershu's death, it was all his fault.
Ji Wenxuan looked at his lifeless second uncle, then turned around gracefully and walked towards another place in the military camp where people were imprisoned.
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