A woman's head was taken out by Ruan Lingyu and held up in front of the old marquis.

"Do you recognize her?"

The old Marquis was startled first, then looked at the woman's head and was shocked again, "This..."

"She went to the military camp to see the general. You knew at that time that she was the general's sweetheart, right?" Ruan Lingyu said.

The old Marquis couldn't help but stumbled a step back, "Is she really Han Lin's person?"

Ruan Lingyu raised it in front of Liu Yunheng, "Can you recognize her?"

Liu Yunheng frowned and thought carefully for a long time, and then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Once I was chasing you, you took me to the front of the Ministry of War Yamen, and Han Lin happened to come out of it. He was followed by several subordinates, including one

Women, it seems..."

Liu Yunheng looked at the head again and said in a different way: "It's her!"

"I took you there on purpose to let you see what this woman looked like, so I didn't say anything, let alone leak the marching route map." Ruan Lingyu straightened his back as he said this, "My brother is also in the north.

During the military expedition, he died in battle, so I proved my innocence for myself, and also for my brother."

"Why didn't you tell me when I was chasing you?"

"I want to confront Mr. Hou in person!"

Marquis Jing'an closed his eyes, "This bastard, he...he is a useless person!"

In fact, Liu Yunxiang could not remember the appearance of the uncle. She only remembered that the previous lady had repeatedly told her before she died that she must not be buried with the uncle's grave. She would not want to be married to him in the next life.

She didn't understand it at the time, but now that she thinks about it, perhaps it was the eldest man's romantic nature that made the eldest lady give up on him. So after he died in the battle, the eldest lady stayed behind closed doors and claimed to be recuperating. Even if the sky in the Hou Mansion fell, she wouldn't care.

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After Ruan Lingyu said this, he left the woman's head and left.

He said: "For the rest of my life, I just want to eat, drink and have fun, no matter how ambitious I am, or how to serve the country. The great honor has failed me, so why should I shed my blood for it."

This incident had a great impact on the old Marquis. He had not eaten much for two days. He was old and had to travel, which was too much for him.

At noon that day, a group of people rested in the tea shed. Liu Yunxiang saw that the old Marquis did not sit with everyone again, but sat down against a tree on the side of the road.

She took two steamed buns and passed over with a bowl of soup, "You can eat as much as you like."

Marquis Jing'an drooped his eyelids. After hearing this, he opened his eyes and glanced at Liu Yunxiang, then turned his back and said, "I'm not hungry, take it."

Liu Yunxiang walked half a circle and still faced the old Marquis, "Do you feel that you are feeling blocked?"

The old Marquis took a deep breath, "I feel really uncomfortable!"

He hammered his chest, "I raised three sons. I took them to the military camp for training when they were very young. I had high hopes for them, but none of them were effective! But I have no face to face these hardships.

Children, as well as those dead soldiers, a hundred thousand troops, how many are still alive."

Liu Yunxiang could not comfort Mr. Hou because she could not say that he was not wrong against his will.

"If you feel you are ashamed of them, take them back to Zhenbeiguan so that they can go back to see their relatives in a dignified manner."

The old Marquis nodded, "I owe them this."

"So you have to eat and live well so that you can repay what you owe them."

The old Marquis was stunned for a moment, but he still took the bun and said, "Lao San, he has done a lot of things that he can't do to you, right?"

"He's dead."

"..."

"I don't want to talk about him anymore."

The old Marquis let out a long sigh, "I have accomplished so many meritorious deeds and thought I was so great, but I failed to teach my three sons well."

Liu Yunxiang put down the soup bowl in his hand, "Don't think so much, there's no point in embarrassing yourself."

Then, they entered Nanzhou. Because the relationship between Beijin and Darong had eased, the border inspection was not too strict, so they got out smoothly.

Liu Yunxiang looked back, as if he had made some determination, raised his whip, and continued on his way.

After meeting up with the soldiers who had left first a hundred miles away, the group marched toward Beiguan of Darong Town.

After traveling day and night for three days and three nights, we finally arrived at the mass grave outside Zhenbeiguan.

Hundreds of soldiers who had narrowly escaped death looked at the tombs, which stretched for miles, and they couldn't even see the end.

Due to the invasion of wind and sand, these tombs were almost razed to the ground.

"Why are they still outside the customs and not sent home?" A soldier asked with a trembling voice.

Under each grave is a soldier of the Northern Expedition. They died on the battlefield, fighting with the enemy, in order to ensure peace in the world.

But after they were sacrificed, they were buried in mass graves, and most of them didn't even have tombstones.

Looking at these graves, many soldiers cried with various emotions including grief, anger, sadness, helplessness, and frustration.

The old marquis walked past each grave until sunset, and finally stopped in front of a grave with a tombstone.

He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly at the tombstone, "Tear him out, he has no right to be buried with all the soldiers!"

Liu Yunxiang and Liu Yunheng ran over and saw the name of Xie Zixun, the uncle of the Hou family, written on the tombstone.

"Master Hou..." Liu Yunheng wanted to persuade the old Master.

"If you don't dig, I will dig!" As he said, the old Marquis began to dig the soil with his bare hands, "He is a sinner, a sinner through the ages!"

An old man with white hair, whose back could no longer stand straight, was kneeling on the ground, digging at his son's grave with a face full of grief and indignation.

The soldiers couldn't bear it, but looking at so many graves and thinking about the suffering they had experienced, they all lowered their heads, and no one stepped forward to stop them.

It was only after sunset that the old marquis dug out a set of bones.

He looked at his eldest son and burst into tears, but he still threw him out of the grave pit and threw him in front of these graves. Then he knelt down and kowtowed three times to these graves.

"I'm sorry to all of you. I, Xie Wucheng, swear here that I will bring all of you heroes home during my lifetime and restore your innocence!"

When the wind blows, the old marquis's voice floats to every grave and far away.

Liu Yunxiang let out a long sigh. At this moment, he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from far away. He turned around and saw dozens of figures on horses coming from the sunset.

She covered her eyes with her hands and saw that the leader was General Wei Tian.

They are really back!

Soon the horse stopped, and Wei Tian led his men to run over. His eyes wandered around, and finally fell on Liu Yunxiang, and then stepped forward to salute.

"My subordinates pay their respects to the princess!"

Liu Yunxiang smiled and said: "General Wei, there is no need to be polite. You have received the letter I sent to you. These are the soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army who are living in Beijin. Please make sure to arrange them properly."

Wei Tian nodded, then looked at the old Marquis, stepped forward and saluted: "Master Marquis, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's great that you are back alive."

After being on the road for several days, and the grief and anger he had just felt exhausted all his strength, he now looked sluggish and could only salute Wei Tian with cupped fists.
Chapter completed!