But until today, when Chengli heard with his own ears that he was indeed the descendant of the King of Libei, and that his father had been wronged, he felt a sudden overwhelming sense of grief and helplessness gripping his heart.
Chengli, who had been standing ramrod straight, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, swayed, and instinctively put one hand on his chest and the other on a tree trunk.
Seeing his pale face, Mu Chenshuang, who was sitting opposite him, rushed forward to support him, her gentle and heartbroken eyes filled with sincerity.
"Are you alright? Come sit down here." Mu Chenshuang, whose face was equally sorrowful, tried to help Chengli to sit down on a stone stool, but Chengli refused to move an inch and instead held her hand tightly.
With tears welling up in her eyes and a helpless expression, Chengli asked in a trembling voice, "Sister Shuang, you wouldn't lie to me, would you? Tell me, am I really the last descendant of the King of Libei? Is my whole family really being framed?"
When Chengli said this, he gripped Mu Chenshuang's hand with almost uncontrollable force, and Mu Chenshuang could clearly see the white knuckles on his hand when she looked down slightly.
Even Mu Chenshuang, who was usually decisive and ruthless, couldn't bear to speak at this moment. The tragedy from back then was so horrific that even they, as adults, found it unbearable to witness and couldn't bear to mention it. Now, to make a teenager accept such a thing was indeed a bit cruel.
Seeing this, Lord Mu, who was standing next to the two, did not dare to speak. He just slapped his thigh, looking dejected, guilty, and regretful.
Time seemed to stand still, but every minute and every second that passed was agonizing for the three people in the courtyard.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a strong wind blew up, making the green leaves on the trees rustle. It seemed to bring a touch of life to the yard, making it less lifeless and oppressive than before.
After pondering for a long time, Mu Chenshuang, who had decided to be completely honest with Chengli, said, "That's right, Chengli, what you know is the truth."
With gentle eyes, Mu Chenshuang squatted down in front of Chengli. She patted Chengli's head tenderly and said, "Don't worry, this time, we will definitely arrest all those treacherous officials who framed your father back then."
"Once everything has settled down, my father and I will personally bring you before the Emperor to restore your surname and restore our family's honor. After that..."
Mu Chenshuang's eyes darkened, and she hesitated before saying, "In the future, whether you want to become a majestic general like your father, or just an ordinary person, I, Shuang-jie, will support you."
When Lord Mu heard these words, he wanted to correct him, but seeing Chengli's face covered in tears, he hesitated and said nothing.
The next moment, Chengli, who had not answered anything, threw himself into Mu Chenshuang's arms with tears streaming down his face. He went from trying to hold back his sobs to quietly choking back tears, until finally he couldn't control himself and burst into tears.
"It's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid, Sister Shuang is still here."
Mu Chenshuang sighed. Although Chengli was usually more composed and calm than his peers, it was entirely possible that he couldn't bear such a sudden change and the news of such a big event.
Lord Mu watched this scene from the side and felt a pang of sadness. He thought of how the Prince of Libei had spent his life on the battlefield, only to end up like this. Who wouldn't feel sorry for him?
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