Zhou Huai was only 42 years old and died in a plot. Zhou Huai’s death meant the end of the Zhou family.

When the servants knew that the master had died, they all cried with fear and anxiety.

Zhou Yu changed his father’s burial clothes himself. After everything was ready, he and his wife returned to their yard. They wanted to change into mourning clothes.

The couple held hands, and neither of them spoke a word, as they needed to calm down.

Zhou Yu spoke after returning to the house. His voice was hoarse. “It’s really amazing. We had the same adventure. We both came back from modern times.”

Yang Xi’s heart trembled, “Yes, it’s as if God pities us.”

Zhou Yu wanted to confirm, “After I died, I was reincarnated into the modern world with my memories. What about you?”

Yang Xi opened her eyes wide. Reincarnation with memories was not a good thing. Zhou Yu would be obsessed with hatred and suffer endless pain in his heart.

After Yang Xi calmed down, she asked in a light tone, “I didn’t reincarnate with my memories. I recovered all my memories after returning to ancient times. Did you look for me in modern times?”

Zhou Yu’s eyes were red. “I have been looking for you. I will keep looking as long as I have the ability.”

Yang Xi understood that this person had found her, so he hurriedly caught up with her while she was traveling, and ended up finding her. They came back together just after they met, and it was unknown whether they were in modern times. Are they dead or in a coma?

Zhou Yu knew it was not the time to talk, although he had a lot to say. He was glad that his wife did not reincarnate with her memories, so he could bear the pain alone.

Now that his wife had recovered her memory, although it was painful, they could change the future that was yet to happen, and they still had each other.

Zhou Yu took a deep breath and said, “Tomorrow’s house search is inevitable.”

“I know.”

Even if they escaped the confiscation of their property, they could not leave the capital with their money.

Zhou Yu continued: “Let’s hide some silver and money that we can take away.”

Everything in his memory happened too suddenly. He was stripped of his honor and fame. Dad thought the Zhou family would be safe when they returned to their ancestral home, but he didn’t expect the family’s property to be confiscated before the coffin. The Emperor was so incompetent that he didn’t give Dad any respect.

The tyrant was so shameless that he even confiscated his wife’s dowry.

They were wearing mourning clothes and had only a few ornaments on their bodies, which were robbed by the officials. When they were driven out, they did not have a single valuable item on them.

Zhou Yu remembered the child who had not yet been aborted. Thinking of this, he walked towards his wife suddenly, then carefully stretched out his hand, and quickly retracted it.

Zhou Yu’s voice was hoarse, “Is he okay?”

Yang Xi touched her belly and said firmly, “He’s fine. He will be born safely.”

Zhou Yu took a deep breath and stood up to look for the silver that could be taken away. Yang Xi explained the silver that he had hidden one by one. Zhou Yu frowned and said, “Leave the matter of hiding the silver to me. You are still pregnant.”

Yang Xi shook her head. “The child and I are fine, you don’t have to worry. Take as many as you can now.”

There wasn’t much Zhou Yu could take away, so he only took some silver and jade pendants and also hid a few pieces of good ink.

Yang Xi was going to see her eldest son, so she said, “I’m going to see Ziheng. By the way, tell my xiǎodìYounger brother and xiǎomèiyounger sister to wear more clothes.”

Zhou Yu paused, “Okay.”

Yang Xi came to her son’s yard. Ziheng had already changed his clothes.

Her eldest son was five years old. She got married when she was 15 years old. Now she had been married to the Zhou family for seven years. She was twenty-two years old. Zhou Yu was two years older than her and was twenty-four this year.

This spring, her husband won the second-class Jinshi title, which was a great joy for the Zhou family. But now his father-in-law was gone, and her husband had lost his Jinshi title too.

Ziheng was the eldest grandson of the Zhou family. He was born with responsibilities. He was very mature despite his young age. Seeing his mother standing at the door and not coming in, he said in a hoarse voice, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?”

Yang Xi walked quickly to his son, squatted down, and hugged him tightly, calling him again and again, “Ziheng, Ziheng.”

Ziheng sensed that his mother was very uneasy, so he reached out his hand and awkwardly comforted her, “Mom, don’t be afraid, there is still Dad and son at home.”

Yang Xi controlled her emotions, her eyes full of tenderness, “Mom will also protect you and your dad.”

Ziheng’s eyes widened, and then quickly turned red, “Mom, why did yéyépaternal grandfather leave us?”

He didn’t understand. His yéyé had clearly said he would take him out of the city the day before, so why did his yéyé die today?

His yéyé’s death was so tragic. He was beaten to death.

Yang Xi held back her tears and said, “Because yéyé wanted to protect us.”

So he had to die!

(End of this chapter)

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