Zhao Rui was really moved when he saw this scene. He sighed softly and asked, "Mother-in-law, what do you think?"
After all, Wang Po was speechless. Murong Chunyu squatted aside and said with a sad face: "Your mother-in-law wants to talk, and she thinks that she can settle them all with all her strength!"
I saw Mrs. Wang sniffing, slowly closing her eyes, kicking her legs, and died on the spot.
Murong Chunyu didn't react for a while, but when she did, she had to accept the fact that Wang Po was dead.
By this time Murong Chunyu had already burst into tears.
Zhao Rui stood beside Murong Chunyu and felt the same way as Murong Chunyu.
For many years, there have always been two people in the Tianquan sect, Murong Chunyu and Wang Po. They depended on each other for life. Although they were not related by blood, over time they had developed feelings like close relatives.
Now that Wang Po is dead, Murong Chunyu is the only one left in Tianquan Sect.
Not only must she be wary of her senior sister Wang Qiuxue, who has always been coveting her position as the leader, but there are countless heroes and heroes near Yuqing City who also want to obtain the Tianquan Sect's unique martial arts skills.
Zhao Rui slowly put his hand on Murong Chunyu's shoulder and said softly: "People cannot be resurrected after death. Those who are alive should still live well. Be more open-minded."
Murong Chunyu nodded slightly and choked with sobs: "Good fortune plays tricks on people, fate plays tricks on people!"
At that time, the sun was scorching like fire, everything was silent, and the breeze was surrounding the mountains. The entire Tianquan Sect seemed like a fairyland on earth.
Murong Chunyu buried Wang Po's body in the back mountain and set up a tombstone.
After Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui completed the matter, they stood in front of Wang Po's grave with sad faces.
Murong Chunyu looked at Zhao Rui and said: "His Royal Highness King Zhao, you have been fighting everywhere for many years. Do you know what life you want most as an ordinary citizen?"
Zhao Rui frowned and shook his head to express his ignorance.
Murong Chunyu sighed softly and said: "To tell you the truth, Your Highness King Zhao, what ordinary people want most is not to be rich and powerful, but to live in peace and tranquility."
"To be able to never be harmed by others, as the weakest and lowest level in a country, the greatest happiness for many people is just the one-third of an acre of land in front of them."
"I have been living with Grandma Wang day and night for these years. Now that she is dead, I, Murong Chunyu, am a child without a mother after all."
Zhao Rui didn't know before that it turned out that Murong Chunyu was an orphan and was adopted by the previous head of Tianquan Sect. At that time, Murong Chunyu was still at the age of babbling.
Wang Po was still very young at that time.
After Wang Po passed away, everything in the past completely turned into memories.
No wonder Murong Chunyu was so sad, saying that she was a motherless child after all.
Zhao Rui guessed that Murong Chunyu might have regarded Wang Po as his mother.
Zhao Rui naturally could not know everything about Murong Chunyu's feelings, but he could empathize with them.
It was late in the evening, when the bright moon was in the sky, Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui walked side by side towards the cave.
Walking to the kitchen, Zhao Rui helped Murong Chunyu heat up the food and sat at the table. The two were silent for a long time.
After a long time, Zhao Rui's words broke the silence: "Miss Murong, although I don't know much about Wang Qiuxue, I can be sure that this person will definitely attack again in the future."