"Have you decided?" the old woman asked Old Wu softly.
Old Wu's face showed a hint of struggle, then he looked at the wine and meat on the table and nodded vigorously.
"The wedding banquet for my son should be better than this."
His wife smiled upon hearing this, and gently opened the wine and meat on the table for Old Wu.
"If the meat is really soft and tender, we might live a few more years, and maybe we can even hold our grandchildren."
He then poured Old Wu a glass of wine.
Even if we can't hug him, someone can still burn some paper money for us at his grave.
Old Wu picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"good."
The elderly couple learned all the information from the communication talisman.
The fact that Sheng Lingxiao is a descendant of the ancient Wu tribe is earth-shattering news, because the Yunqin Heavenly Dynasty is the ancestral home of the Wu tribe.
He was in Daqi, the Daqi that had repeatedly defeated the Celestial Empire and plundered its national fortune, and he worked under the legendary Ye Boqi.
They were shocked and happy about these things, but what truly touched the hearts of the two elderly people was that the little guy was getting married and they were just waiting for the two of them to come over so they could go to the wedding hall and enter the bridal chamber.
Whether it's the Celestial Empire, the Wu Clan, or even the renowned Daqi, nothing can compare to the simple statement, "My son is getting married."
My son is getting married, so we cannot die.
Even if it means death, I must do something for my son.
But they had nothing; no illustrious family background, no family secrets.
Then...
Let the fate of the Yunqin Heavenly Dynasty crumble even faster.
The little guy recognizes us as his parents, so parents should always do something for their son.
Isn't that right?
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