The Yang Family’s primary household burial site is next to the other village burial grounds, but separately fenced off with only a single, ticulously constructed grave.
Yang Ruxin also established an ancestral hall at the village entrance for the main branch of the family. It is devoted to the mory of Yang Baiyue. Despite his flaws, it was Mo Wenjie who committed the wrongdoing. As long as she acknowledges this, Yang Baiyue remains a father who passed away young and an ancestor of the North Shore Yang Family.
In Dapu East Village, there were many with the surna Yang, and since Yang Ruxin severed ties with the old house and moved north of the Xiaocang River to build a small building, soone started referring to this branch as the North Shore Yang Family.
Yang Ruxin was quite pleased with this na, as it sounded more pleasant than being called the main household of the Yang Family.
After visiting the grave, Yang Baixiang, Dong Wenxiu, and others went to the ancestral hall to burn incense, then lit the Everlasting Lamp, which would remain lit until the evening of the second day of the lunar new year, when it could be extinguished.
The ancestral hall was previously locked, but now it is guarded.
The guardians of the ancestral hall are Xu Shou and his wife. When they received news of their son, they went looking for him, but arrived in Beijing only to learn of his death. Disheartened with nowhere to go, they returned, and the Yang Family accepted them back. They volunteered to guard the Yang Family’s ancestral hall.
After the grave visitors left, Yang Ruxin felt uneasy. She had sent a ssage to Gu Qingheng yesterday, but by tonight, Xiaohei and Heihei hadn’t returned.
"Madam, don’t worry; the young master will surely be fine." Chai Qin didn’t know how to comfort her and could only say sothing even she found dry.
"I know, he’s fine." Yang Ruxin nodded, raising her hand to touch her chest. They had the Heart Poisonous Insect bond; if he were in danger, she would sense it. Since she didn’t feel any piercing anxiety, Gu Qingheng must be safe, but her worry ant he was likely in battle.
Chai Qin didn’t know what else to say.
anwhile, outside Dian City, Gu Qingheng had engaged in the first battle with the Nanzhao army.
Yet, the people from Miaojiang and the Fla Sect remained still.
"General Gu, sothing seems off." Zhou Jiang, standing on the hill with Gu Qingheng, frowned as he observed the battle below. "How did the Nanzhao troops suddenly beco so easily defeated? If that were the case, Yun Wang wouldn’t have suffered such heavy losses."
"Indeed, the leader is the fourth prince, Chen Tianfu, a formidable figure. How did he suddenly beco so weak?" Yun Zhan was equally puzzled, "I’ve sparred with him; his skills surpass mine." But now, observing the situation, Gu Qiao could defeat him in no more than ten moves.
Gu Qingheng rely smiled, "Withdraw the troops."
The adjutant behind quickly blew the trumpet to recall the troops.
Instantly, the strategically superior declaration army withdrew entirely. Although Chen Tianfu, drenched in cold sweat, was also perplexed, wondering why his inner strength failed and why the opponent withdrew despite being able to kill him, it wasn’t the ti to ponder these questions—survival was the priority. He fled back to his camp posthaste.
"Why?" Zhou Jiang looked at Gu Qingheng with a face full of doubt.
"Because I have no intention of becoming soone else’s helper." Gu Qingheng sneered, then turned his horse around and returned.
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