C31 (2/2)
The massacre this time had cut off all the clues. Even if the evil person had not died, he would not be able to recognize them in the future.
She realized this. Under the continuous attacks, she was on the verge of despair.
Xie Heng had never known a woman to be so heartbreaking when she was sad. He watched over her quietly, listening to her voice, speak as if he was almost talking to himself, ”I hate her so much!”
”I am sorry, Fifth Young Master …”
”I am not worthy …”
Xie Qi had told her before that she must not mention the ”matter of her loss of her dignity” to anyone else. Wen Jiu felt like his mind was about to collapse, but he still remembered what the youth said to her.
Xie Heng did not pursue the question. He reached out and embraced Wen Jiu, ”Jiu, don't be afraid.”
He had never felt so powerless.
Even though he was pondering over every word, he was unable to express even a thousandth of it.
He said: ”Even if Xiaowu is no longer here, you are still my Xie Family's Young Madame.”
He said, ”I will protect you in the future. No matter what happens in the world, as long as Xie Heng does not die, I will guarantee your safety and happiness. ”
Wen Jiu laid on his shoulder, sobbing as she shouted, ”Brother Yun.”
In an instant, his white clothes were drenched with tears.
She could not say another word. She could live her lonely life, but she could no longer unreservedly tell others what had happened, like she had done to Xie Qi.
This hug is heartless.
The road ahead was long. It was only because there was someone like him who could walk the same path as him. It seemed like he could see a glimmer of light in a desperate situation and live on.
After the seventh head, over three hundred corpses from Xie's Mansion were buried together.
It rained for several days. The weather was so cold that it was like winter.
Sixth Miss Xie Zi Shu and Seventh Young Master Xie Zian were only eight years old. They knelt on the prayer mats and cried their throats out.
With such a large set of Xie's Mansion, only the two of them could still stand, and make a path for the dead.
A bleak cold wind blew through the hall, causing the white sail to flutter in the wind, causing the surroundings to become even more deathly silent.
attendant walked quickly into the mourning hall and whispered, ”Eldest Young Master, Young Madame. It's time for the funeral. ”
Xie Heng remained expressionless as he replied, ”Alright.” He turned around and instructed the maid, ”Go and invite the old mistress over.”
A moment later.
Two maids supported the old mistress to the mourning hall.
Wen Jiu greeted the old lady, but his voice was extremely hoarse, ”Grandmother, the tomb has been arranged already, you can... ”The funeral.”
Old Madame Xie did not say anything. She was sick for many days, and her steps were unsteady as she looked at the corpse inside the coffin. However, after taking a few steps, tears had already flowed down her face.
”Grandmother and grandson are here.”
Xie Heng stepped forward to support the madame. In the short span of a few days, the youth's playboy aura had disappeared and was replaced by that of a young adult.
Wen Jiu occasionally felt that he was a little unfamiliar, as if he had never truly met this person before.
In her heart, however, there was another voice that told her that Xie Heng should have been like that from the start.
Her eyes were red, but her voice was firm, ”Grandmother, Wen Jiu will also help Fifth Young Master to service you until you become old.”
”Grandson is the same.”
Xie Xuan stood in a row with Xie Heng, and they all knelt down in front of the old lady, ”Grandmother, please take care of your body.”
Xie Family had once thrived with people, and their children and grandchildren were all in the hall. Currently, Ol 'Four still did not know about the situation when he was outside, and there were no corpses left in the Fifth Young Master.
”Good child …”
The old mistress nodded with closed eyes, ”With you here, your Xie Family will be here! Don't worry... Grandmother can still hold on. Someone come! ”
”Seal the coffin!” ”Buried …”
As the mournful music started, the coffin was carried out of the door one by one, scattering paper money all the way down the road.
The two eight-year-old children were crying miserably. The old mistress couldn't help but wipe her tears away with her sleeve.
When the Great Jin was being cleansed by blood, a fire occurred there. The string of thatched cottages were all burnt up, even the corpses could not be found, and it was likely that they would not even be able to find a place to worship in the future.
Just as the coffin was buried in the ground, before they could even pay their respects, a large group of soldiers suddenly surrounded the people. The person in the front seemed to be a general as he spoke to Xie Heng, ”You're the one who killed the Emperor, the one who led the troops without authorization?”