Chapter 773 241: Imperial Blood

He looked up, in the empty room, unable to stop crying, thinking about Jiang Si, and the purple girl he transformed into, thinking about so many things.

He wondered how Jiang Si would view him, even pondered what the last look meant after the transformation.

Maybe they didn't look, maybe it was just his illusion.

But his heart kept reminiscing that gaze over and over.

We are family connected by blood.

This thought made his mind somewhat complex and confused.

From unfamiliar annoyance to the fear that came later.

Until now.

He couldn't distinguish what he was thinking anymore.

Longing? Envy? Admiration? Or, something else?

Twisted and distorted...

He forced himself not to overthink.

In the house his mother lived in, he slept for a night.

It was the most restful sleep he had in a long time.

The next day, he greeted the surrounding neighbors, gave everyone gifts to thank them for their help and effort.

Then he returned home.

There was no one else at home, his wife, and her parents. They hadn't been married for very long, nor had they planned to have children. When he returned, his wife, who had just woken up, lazily combing her hair, complaining why he hadn't come home for so long.

She started complaining about Jiang Si and his mother's affairs, even with money in hand, she wouldn't want to give more dowry, claiming favoritism...

He quietly listened, looking at the wife who wasn't unattractive in appearance.

In his mind was filled with Jiang Si, and the girl's form after Jiang Si's transformation.

Then she started talking about the funeral, his mother was dead too, and they should hold a bigger funeral this time, not let Jiang Si disrupt it, can't split the funeral money, after all, holding a funeral depends on this funeral money to make up for it, see how much can be earned...

Listening to this, he began to feel weary.

"Not holding it."

As he spoke, the woman wasn't happy, "What do you mean not holding it, even if you don't like your mom, there's no need not to hold a funeral, right? How much will be lost? How will others see us? Unfilial son..."

"Does holding it mean filial piety?"

Suddenly he laughed, "Can you cry?"

"Buy it, otherwise why do people sell crying, everybody does this..."

Thinking of Jiang Si, in the end, no one cared, the departing figure.

Thinking about the end, Jiang Si's indifferent gaze from the sky towards everyone, lingering on himself.

"What's the point?"

He said, "Just tell a few people, a simple commemoration will do, can't even find the body."

"Isn't there a cenotaph, it doesn't matter if the body is there or not, we must hold it bigger to show our sincerity..."

"I said not holding it."

For the first time, he showed fierceness, "Can't you understand!"

"You're yelling at me! Are you crazy! You're yelling at me! I've been with you for so long..."

Chattering and chattering, daily arguments resurfacing, same rhetoric, same cries, same noise.

But this time, he simply took out the family's marriage certificate, ID card, pulled the other's arm, and went to the civil affairs bureau.

Divorce.

Before, it was always the other person using this as a weapon, but when he actually started using these.

The other began to back down.

But he was no longer interested.

The woman beside him cried, talking about past dating experiences, calling him heartless, from crying to eventual admitting fault...

In his heart, it stirred no waves.

At the civil affairs bureau, in his mind, was Jiang Si's silhouette leaving, and the final gaze of those purple pupils.

Was it disappointment, or did he feel, especially himself?

He desperately wanted to ask Jiang Si.

After decisively divorcing this woman who had always been prejudiced against his parents, even insulted them.

He felt only a lightness, alone in the taxi, not just a relieved happiness.

He also thought about whether Jiang Si knew, would he think I have guts.

Not a coward.

Because when Jiang Si smashed his car with a punch, he was so scared he almost peed himself, now whenever he thinks of it, he feels aggrieved and ashamed.

He truly acted like a man once, would Jiang Si change his view of him?

But maybe such matters will never be known.

He rode a taxi back to the place where Jiang Si disappeared, the place his mother left.

An expansive piece of emptiness, the sky had gradually recovered, but there was a small vortex, like a hole, the disappeared mountain turned into an abyss, with many safety barriers, preventing tourists from approaching.

He walked along the sea, all the way to the place the mountain disappeared.

This should be where Jiang Si threw mother down.

He picked up a wooden plaque bought on the road, engraved mother's name, then took out the relic he brought from the house.

Dug a small hole, and buried it, inserting the wooden plaque.

No need for grand funerals, nor those distant, indifferent people to come as guests for remembrance.

He kneeled before mother's tomb, kowtowing and crying, speaking his regret and longing.

Only this is enough.

Just let those who care commemorate.

No need to be seen by others, no need for others to evaluate filial piety or lack thereof.

Just like Jiang Si, just do your own thing.

He sat by the sea, talking to mother about many things, about his jealousy of Jiang Si, about his dissatisfaction with mother's favoritism, about his dilemma and lack of filial piety.

No one listened, no need for evaluation, just speaking simply.

Until tourists approached.

Such a spectacle, attracting more sightseers actually.

Later, maybe this place will become a world-famous spot.

"Wow, really exaggerated, can't imagine there used to be a mountain here?"

"Look at the hole in the sky, they say a part of the sky was dug out, and it became like this, the sea... at least the sea was okay, they say it reversed for a day and a night, this part then recovered..."

"Nature's wonder."

"What nature's wonder, they say a person did it, although official is suppressing the news, but a friend of mine was hiking here, saw a girl flying in the sky, just took this piece of world away..."

"You're lying."

"Seriously! Why would I lie to you!"

"You say it yourself, who would believe if you say this..."

"It's true."

The young man sitting by his mother's tomb suddenly spoke, "What he said is true, this land was taken by a very beautiful, very beautiful little girl."

The arguing couple was stunned, then the woman asked, "How do you know?"

"I obviously know."

The young man adjusted his glasses, showing a smile:

"Because, that's my brother."

A moment later, the couple awkwardly skirted around him.

"Mental illness..."

"Seems crazy, there's a tombstone beside?"

"Wow, should we call the police?"

He quietly listened, then laughed, stood up and patted the dust off his pants, gazed at the roaring sea, spread his arms.

Mumbling softly:

"He's really my brother..."