Yuan Yuqing nodded helplessly and praised: "Dad, you are so amazing. You can just say it as your uncle."

Yuan Jixiang and Lian had already killed him, while Yuan Old Lady was confused.

Emperor! How could it be the Emperor? Her cousin’s son is the Emperor! She must have heard it wrongly, she must have hallucinated, it must have been!

The old lady has been hypnotizing herself and is unwilling to accept such amazing news.

Yuan Yuqing didn't hear their minds, but told her family what happened to her, "Grandma, father and mother, think about it, if it weren't for the emperor, how could he have set up the Shan family as soon as he arrived in Baishui County? You don't know that Cousin Yang killed more than 40 people in the Shan family in the inn, but it was in the prefecture. Look, Cousin Yang had nothing to do today, because the prefect was also arrested by the emperor's uncle.

The general who comes to our family today is the resident general of Baishui County. You should know his identity as he saluted to the emperor’s uncle.”

Yuan Yuqing was extremely speechless about her family's ostrich behavior and had to apply a strong medicine to let them accept reality.

The old lady Yuan didn't know how she got back to the room, but she was still dizzy until she lay down, looking out of her mind, and the bag of silver was still tightly held in her hand.

Old Master Yuan took the medicine today and felt much more comfortable. Seeing that something was wrong with his wife, he asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Shouldn't you be happy to recognize your nephew? Thanks to him, I can finally treat the doctor with this disease. You don't seem to be very happy?"

The old lady Yuan shook her head vigorously and said, "It's not that I'm unhappy, but that I'm too happy, for fear that after I wake up, everything will return to the starting point, old man... do you know? We really meet noble people! My cousin's son is really amazing! Do you know his identity?"

Old Master Yuan cooperated with the old lady Yuan and asked jokingly: "What is your identity? I'm curious after hearing what you said."

"Emperor! My nephew is the emperor of Daqi!"

As soon as these words were said, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves. Old Master Yuan was stunned. Then he touched the old lady Yuan's forehead solemnly and said to himself: "No! It's not right! Why are you talking nonsense when you haven't started to burn?"

Old lady Yuan was angry and retorted: "What I said is true! You didn't see this today. A man wearing general's armor brought the military doctor to our house to see you. I just asked Yuqing girl, and she said that the man was the general of our Baishui County, and the prefect of our Baishui County had been arrested by the emperor, and the Shan family had also been searched. These were all done by my nephew. Do you still think I am talking nonsense now?"

"This... is all true?" Old Master Yuan knew that Old Mrs. Yuan would not have said so many words to refute him. Now it seems that what Old Mrs. Yuan said was true!

The old lady Yuan nodded violently, and a deep smile of relief flashed across her face, "Although our Dongjia Village is gone, there is an emperor and an emperor! If the ancestors of the Dong family know this great news, I am afraid that those tribe members who died unjustly can rest in peace!"

The old lady, the original woman, was surprisingly unable to cry when she mentioned the tragic incident of the Dong family. If it were the past, as long as she was tall, she would have started to cry.

Old Master Yuan was very emotional for Old Mrs. Yuan. The old couple hugged each other and sighed a long time.

"If the emperor comes to our house again, you will take the emperor to the Dong family's ancestral grave with Jixiang and others to worship, and see if the emperor will make other arrangements. Remember, if the emperor doesn't say anything, don't speak. Oh! I thought your nephew was just an ordinary wealthy man, but I didn't expect that he would have such an identity. If he had the relationship with the emperor in the future, I don't have to worry about you anymore. Even if he died, I can rest in peace!" Old Master Yuan smiled, but he didn't know that his words made Old Mrs. Yuan deeply uneasy.

The old lady, who had not shed tears, started crying again.

In the end, Old Master Yuan comforted him for a while before finally letting Old Mrs. Yuan stop crying.

The next day, Dong Chenghu and Gu Shuixiu and their group arrived at Zhafengao again under the expectations of the Yuan family. The Yuan family, who knew Dong Chenghu's identity, dared not be as casual as yesterday. As soon as they saw Dong Chenghu, they saluted them awkwardly.

Seeing this, Dong Chenghu shook his head helplessly and chuckled: "Aunt, you don't have to be too polite. If I am not in the palace, you will treat me as the child of the Dong family. Your nephew is yours. Today we want to ask you to take us to the Dong family's ancestral grave to worship."

Dong Chenghu's proposal was expected by the old lady Yuan. The old lady Yuan responded readily and handed over the family affairs to Lian and Yuan Yuqing, while he and Yuan Jixiang and Yuan Changji brothers took Dong Chenghu and the others to the Dong family's ancestral tomb together.

After listening to the introduction of the old lady, Dong Chenghu and others realized that after the Dongjia Village was gone, the Dong family, who were still alive, decided to bury all the people from Dongjia Village on a mountain behind Dongjia Village. This mountain is a bit far away from Dongjia Village, and no one will usually go there, except for hunters.

These people are all married daughters, so they only go to worship once a year, and there is no condition to repair the cemetery. Over the years, the Dong family’s ancestral tomb has become extremely dilapidated.

Dong Chenghu felt very uncomfortable when he heard this and made a secret decision.

When the group arrived at the foot of Dongjia Village cemetery, their goal was to reach the high mountains, with the steep mountains. No wonder no one came here in such a place.

Old lady Yuan walked forward with Yuan Jixiang's support and led everyone slowly up the mountain.

After walking a steeper mountain road, the few people finally arrived at a gentle slope. Looking around, they dared to be all small hills. There was a wooden sign in front of each hill. After so many years of wind and rain erosion, some wooden signs were already tilted, and the handwriting on it was so blurred that it was almost invisible, and some were even rotten and cracked.

The old lady Yuan stood on the cemetery and wiped her tears, saying, "The people buried here are all from Dongjia Village. Until now, I remember which family and who are buried in each grave. These are all buried together."

As the old lady Yuan said, he asked Yuan Jixiang to support her around the cemetery for a few times, and finally stopped in front of a mountain grave and said to Dong Chenghu: "The ones buried here are your grandfather and grandma, and the ones buried next to them are your uncle and uncle. Then there are your second uncle and second uncle, and behind them are your cousins. At that time, they were all milk dolls, all gone, gone..."

Gu Shuixiu couldn't help but shed tears. Seeing so many graves, she felt more clearly the despair and pain of the old lady at the beginning. She also had to bury so many relatives with her own hands and how heart-wrenching!
Chapter completed!