Somehow Zhulan stood at the door and looked at Yang Wuchun carefully. After not seeing him for more than a year, Wuchun had changed a lot. Wuchun used to have a smile on his face, but now he was becoming more and more majestic, with a murderous aura. He stood motionless in the yard like a bloody knife, and Wuchun’s eyes were full of bloodshot, which scared Yu Lu so much that she hid in Li Shi’s arms.

Li Shi was so scared that she took a step back. She muttered to herself, “He is indeed a man from the battlefield. His aura is terrifying.”

Yang Wu Chun’s throat moved, and he knelt down with red eyes, “Gūgū, gūfù.”

Zhulan’s eyes instantly turned red. Although she had no illusions in her heart, she couldn’t help crying when she saw Wuchun’s reaction. She regarded the Yang family as her relatives. After coming here for so long, this was the first time she faced the death of a relative. She said in a hoarse voice, “Was it Wudong or Wuhe?”

Yang Wuchun spoke with a thick nasal voice, “It was Wu Dong who died trying to save me. I feel guilty about my grandfather’s instructions and my parents.”

The one who died was his own brother, the youngest brother. Wu Dong had not even married yet. As the eldest brother, he failed to protect his younger brother. Instead, his younger brother risked his life to save him.

Zhulan cried sadly. She still remembered the boy who loved to laugh and play. When he left, he joked with her, “Gūgū, wait for me to come back with military achievements, so that you can also be glorious.”

Zhou Shuren’s heart sank. He stepped forward to help Wu Chun up and said, “Let’s talk inside.”

Wu Chun wiped his tears. He had come to this day by stepping on the blood of his younger brothers. “Yeah.”

Li Shi and Boss Zhou were originally very happy, but now they are both dumbfounded. They only paid attention to Wu Chun’s promotion and wealth and never thought that military generals all gained their status through fighting.

Li Shi said quietly, “No wonder mom and dad have been in a bad mood recently. It turns out that mom and dad had already guessed it.”

Boss Zhou recalled carefully that after his parents saw Wu Chun, they came back with heavy hearts. On that day, his parents had guessed that Wu Dong, who used to call him “big biǎogē”, was gone. He couldn’t help crying, “How could he be gone? How could such a good person be gone!”

Li Shi also cried. Xue Han came back to her senses when she heard the crying and realized that her biǎogē Wu Dong was really dead. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and cried. Mingteng and Yulu were young. Mingteng knew what death was, but his understanding was not deep. Only his parents cried, his grandmother cried, and the little guy also cried. Yulu cried when she saw her brother crying.

Ma Eryue lowered his head. Although it was obviously a happy thing, he sighed in his heart. As a servant, he really didn’t know how to comfort her and could only stand there stupidly.

Inside the room, Zhulan wiped her tears and asked, “Where’s Wuhe?”

Wu Chun said sadly: “Wu He is injured and is recovering at the Zheng family. I think he should be well soon.”

Zhou Shuren didn’t want to rub salt into Wu Chun’s wounds. Wu Chun was the most hurt because his own brother saved him. He moved his mouth but didn’t ask in the end.

Wu Chun’s eyes were red. He needed to speak out, otherwise he would go crazy. “They were all under my command. We were ambushed. Wu Dong should not have died. I was the one who should have died. He blocked the knife for me. I am the one who should have died. I have a son and a daughter, and he is not married yet!”

He was too ashamed to see his parents and didn’t dare to face his grandparents.

Zhulan and Zhou Shuren watched Wu Chun vent his remorse. They knew that Wu Chun had been holding it in his heart for a long time. He had never told these words to anyone, but when he saw his relatives in the capital, he could not bear it anymore.

Zhulan stared at Wu Chun’s eyes. Wu Chun’s eyes were bloodshot. Wu Chun had not had a good rest since Wu Dong’s death. Among all people, Wu Chun was the most tormented. The scene of Wu Dong blocking the knife must have been engraved in Wu Chun’s mind. Wu Chun didn’t dare to fall asleep.

Wu Chun slapped himself hard. Zhulan wanted to go forward and grab his outstretched hand but stopped. She and Zhou Shuren watched quietly. Wu Chun sat down on the ground and cried loudly, his cry was full of regret.

Wu Chun cried for a long time, and only after a long time did he slowly calm down.

Zhou Shuren stepped forward and helped Wu Chun up. “The battlefield is merciless. You can’t take all the responsibility on yourself. You decided to go to the battlefield to fight for the Yang family. You have to be prepared for the worst. Wu Dong’s spirit in heaven doesn’t want to see you live in regret. You have to be strong to be worthy of Wu Dong.”

Wu Chun’s voice was completely hoarse, “Gūfù.” He knew he knew everything. He didn’t forget that when Wu Dong died, he smiled at him and said that it was great that he was alive.

Don’t be fooled by his younger brother’s usual cheerful appearance, this kid knew everything. Not only did he save him because he was his biological brother, but he also believed that he was the hope of the Yang family.

Later, even Wu He was stabbed for him, but Wu He was lucky enough to hold on until reinforcements arrived. However, Wu He was also seriously injured and did not participate in the final battle. When he left the northwest, Wu He was just able to get out of bed.

Wu He knew that he was in agony and insisted on seeing him because his injury had not yet healed. Wu He said that he and Wu Dong were willing to die for him.

Zhulan’s eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her voice was hoarse, “Have you brought back Wu Dong’s body?”

Wu Chun sniffed, “I hired someone to escort Wu Dong’s body back to his hometown. Originally, I wanted to go back, but the war was not over yet, so I couldn’t leave. Later, I came to the capital, and I estimate that the body should have arrived at my hometown by now.”

He didn’t have that much money on him, so he borrowed a lot from the Zheng family.

Although there was a great war on the border, there were still many desperate criminals. As long as they were willing to spend money and their lives were not in danger, they would be happy to do it as long as the money was enough.

Zhou Shuren patted Wu Chun, “You did a great job.”

He knew about it. When cleaning the battlefield, if there were too many dead bodies, some would be burned on the spot, while the better ones would be taken back to the rear for burial after the battlefield was cleaned up. Only some military officers with high official ranks would be transported back individually.

Wu Chun did a very good job by bringing Wu Dong’s body back from the battlefield and asking someone to send the body home.

Zhulan was worried about her parents. They were old and she didn’t know if they could bear it.

In Sunjia Village, Wu Dong’s body had been buried. The old man was sending off the young man, and the Yang family was filled with sadness.

Yang Dayong locked himself in his room for two days and then called for his two sons. Seeing the considerable amount of white hair on his eldest son’s head, Yang Dayong closed his eyes and quickly opened them again. “Eldest, you must be wondering why I kept Wu Dong and Wu He behind when the others left, right?”

Yang Zhumu lowered his head, “Dad, don’t say anything, I’ve already guessed it.”

Yang Zhulin’s eyes were red. “Dad, you are right.”

Yang Dayong was also heartbroken. “Wu Dong and Wu He are both good kids. If you want to blame someone, blame me. They all listened to me. Wu Chun cannot die.”

Yang Zhumu choked up, his youngest son, “Dad, I understand everything. Wu Chun is also Wu Dong’s biological brother. Wu Dong was happy that he could save his brother. Your son has no complaints.”

Yang Zhulin, “This son doesn’t complain either.”

Yang Dayong’s hands were trembling. He had been on the battlefield and knew that, in war, lives were fragile and expendable. He had mentally prepared himself for the possibility that among his three grandsons, surviving even one would be fortunate. Now, with two of them surviving, he should have felt happy, but why did his heart ache so much?

In the capital, Yang Wuchun finally calmed down and was about to talk about his achievements when Boss Zhou came in and said, “Dad, Zheng Hong is here.”

Zhou Shuren said, “Please ask him to come in.”

(End of this chapter)

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T/N First death of a character related to our ML and FL. I felt bad translating this chapter.