Chapter 2651 - 22: A Pool of Spring Water Reflects the Peach Blossoms

Has the time for remembrance begun?

Is Jiang Wang truly dead, beyond all hope of salvation?

Will the letters stacked in the storage box truly never increase again?

The Yun He flying discs sent earlier circling outside the gate of all demons... should’ve already dissipated, right?

An’an’s letters and hers, both vanished in the clouds.

Before Jiang Wang chased Zhang Linchuan thousands of miles, he secretly sent some gifts to the Lingxiao Pavilion through a merchant house, including An’an’s and hers.

Among the gifts sent to her was a burnt-tail guqin—she couldn’t actually play it before, among music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, only calligraphy piqued her interest slightly. But practicing calligraphy is such dull work, thus she wasn’t diligent with it. It wasn’t until she urged Jiang An’an recently that she practiced more.

The worldly image of a gentlewoman naturally could not affect her, Ye Qingyu.

What red sleeves adding fragrance, playing the guqin for someone... who would qualify?

Of course, cultivation is necessary, being called senior sister for so long, she always ought to bear some responsibilities. Living in Lingxiao Secret Land, having been rich with brocade robes and jade food since childhood, she had to do something for the common folk of Yun Country... like her father, to protect peace in one region.

But in all other times, she preferred to sit watching the sea of clouds.

What made her feel joy were the clear sky, carefree wandering clouds, stories in books, winds sweeping across the fields.

Worldly affairs numbering in the thousands and tens of thousands, she did not hold them in her thoughts.

Sometimes losing some profit in business, fewer yields, quarreling between people... she just laughed it off, it wasn’t counted as anything.

She should really have no feeling for guqins or guzhengs.

Compared to the sound of music, she preferred silence.

Compared to the sounds of silk bamboo and pipes, she listened more to the babbling water and the wind striking the bells.

But the sound of this burnt-tail guqin was indeed pleasant.

The moment she plucked the first string, she was captivated, inexplicably thinking that playing the guqin should be a joyful matter.

So, she practiced for a long time...

The song she practiced for so long, who was it played for?

Don’t cry...

Don’t cry.

She told herself this.

But the tears didn’t listen.

Seeing his precious daughter shedding tears, Ye Lingxiao was enraged, glaring fiercely at Wenren Shen.

I, Ye Lingxiao, came here to help you steady the situation. Should a racial war break out during this period, the demon clan must see the strength of "pushing through various countries unbeaten, most heroic through ages".

Supporting you, Wenren Shen, like this.

Yet you only spout distressing words, making my daughter shed tears?

Wenren Shen was also stunned!

I hadn’t even come to speak about the tragic story of Marquis Wu’an to attract the young lady to stay and remember... how could she start crying right at the beginning?

I always knew Marquis Wu’an wasn’t fond of women, never indulged in pleasure, with his heart solely on cultivation.

I’ve never heard of Marquis Wu’an having a romantic acquaintance in Yun Country.

And it’s Ye Lingxiao’s daughter no less?

But being an Imperial Court Adviser, his thought processes were exceptionally fast, immediately saying to Ye Qingyu, "The ancient sage Chang Sheng wrote in a poem, lament not that there are no tragic events in the human world, as heroes always move people to sorrow! I can empathize with the young lady’s feelings."

"Consider how heroic Marquis Wu’an was? At the battle of Frost Wind Valley, facing extreme cold winds, he fought to kill the Heavenly Sea King of the demon clan and returned. Yet he died due to human-demon collusion, making one clench their fists in regret."

"We are currently investigating the mastermind behind this thoroughly, and this demon clan, being so near, cannot be spared as well."

"The War God himself descended upon the Monster Realm the day before yesterday, smashed Frost Wind Valley, fought the heavenly demon Yuan Xianting, all in order to avenge Marquis Wu’an."

"Now I am leading this battlefield, setting war chariots, arranging powerful crossbows, lining up flying boats, with Uncle Yong commanding the Annihilation Thunder Army here, all harboring a heart of vengeance, determined to take South Celestial City, to comfort Marquis Wu’an’s spirit in heaven!"

Saying this with fervor, he wanted immediately to deliver an inspiring pre-war speech outside the city gates.

Rousing a small girl’s emotion is one thing, rousing a whole city’s warriors’ emotion too, saving from doing it twice.

It was at this moment that Ye Lingxiao raised his hand, placed it on his shoulder, and seriously asked, "Is your Qi Court sure that Jiang Wang is really dead? Was the body found?"

Wenren Shen sighed, "Although we haven’t recovered the body... this matter was confirmed personally by the War God."

Ye Qingyu silently closed her eyes.

Ye Lingxiao applied force with his hand, "Naturally, I respect the War God very much. But in life, one must see the person, in death, the body must be seen. Since we have not yet seen the body, doesn’t it mean there is still hope?"

"Ah yes, yes!" Wenren Shen realized, replying earnestly, "Marquis Wu’an is a national genius who can achieve what ordinary people cannot, perhaps this time can still continue his legend... once our army breaks South Celestial City, I will certainly scour four corners to search for Marquis Wu’an’s trace!"

As perceptive as she was, Ye Qingyu naturally heard the consolation within.

But she indeed took consolation from it.

What father said was quite right, in life one must see the person, in death one must see the body.

Such has been the case throughout history, isn’t it?

How could someone be declared dead without even finding the body?

She strongly held back her tears, opened her reddened eyes, and softly said, "I am saddened by the plight of the human race hero... my apologies, Uncle Wenren."

"No worries, no worries," Wenren Shen sighed, "The situation with Marquis Wu’an is indeed too sudden. How could it only be the young lady who is sad? My granddaughter, upon hearing about Marquis Wu’an’s fate, couldn’t eat for several days. Sending a letter each day asking me, unwilling to believe it’s true..."

"What’s the matter with your granddaughter?" Ye Lingxiao unexpectedly asked.

Wenren Shen almost forgot where his focus was, paused for a moment before replying, "My granddaughter is only nine, always admired Marquis Wu’an."