Wow, the husband I kidnapped is not a human

Being buried in Kunshan Ridge was Jun Yiqun’s own request before his death.

In fact, you don’t have to go through Kunshan Ridge to go to the Dongfang Family. Jun Fuyao took a detour on purpose.

Jun Fuyao, dressed in white, climbed the stairs step by step with a heavy heart. Di Yanqing, also dressed in white, followed silently behind her.

Jun Yiqun has been sacrificed for more than ten years, but today is the first time that Jun Fuyao has come here to pay tribute.

The original owner of this body was truly an unfilial daughter.

As a girl, I was afraid of the long journey and fatigue, so I never came here to pay homage to my biological mother once in the past ten years.

The steps were very clean, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the steps were neatly trimmed, obviously someone took care of them regularly.

The two men's pace seemed slow, but in fact it was very fast, and they soon reached the halfway point of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, a large flat area that is larger than five or six football fields comes into view. A group of strong women in their thirties or forties, wearing coarse linen clothes, are meticulously sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

These people were Jun Yiqun's guards back then. After Jun Yiqun died in battle, these people stayed behind and were willing to guard her tomb.

This guard has lasted for more than ten years!

A guard with a scar on his face, about 40 years old, saw Jun Fuyao and the other two. He gave an order and the other eight women immediately divided into two rows and followed behind her in a V-shaped formation, with their bodies straight, their steps in unison, and they came forward meticulously.

It turned out to be the most standard reception etiquette in the military camp.

Scar Guards walked up to Jun Fuyao and the others, straightened his body, clasped his fists and asked, "May I ask which families you two are from? Are you going up the mountain to pay homage to Marshal Jun?"

Jun Fuyao admired these people's persistence and respected them from the bottom of her heart. She returned the greeting with a pleasant and somewhat bitter expression, "Hello, Auntie. I am the daughter of Marshal Jun, Jun Fuyao."

"You...you are Jun Fuyao?" Scar Guards' face changed drastically when he heard this, and blurted out: "Are you really Jun Fuyao? Do you have a family token?"

Jun Fuyao solemnly took off the jade pendant that marked his identity from his waist and handed it to her with both hands.

Scar Guard took the green jade pendant with trembling hands, stroked the word "Jun" on it with his fingers, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Then he knelt on the ground with a plop, and cried loudly: "Wang Meng greets the young lady. God has mercy on me, Marshal, the young lady has finally grown up and become sensible... She... She has come to see you, she has finally come to see you..."

"Auntie Wang, please don't do this. How can Fuyao bear it?" Jun Fuyao was shocked when she saw this and hurriedly helped Wang Meng up. She had mixed feelings in her heart and her eyes were a little red.

It is only natural for a daughter to come to pay homage to her mother, but it makes her mother's old subordinates so excited and happy, and even praise her for growing up and becoming sensible. They have such low expectations of themselves, which shows how despicable the original owner of this body was.

Wang Meng stood up, tears still on his face, and happily shouted to the people on the square: "Everyone come here, there is a big happy event, the Marshal's daughter is here, the Marshal's daughter is here to visit the Marshal... Everyone come and greet her..."

These words were like an effervescent tablet dropped into calm water. The guards ladies who were sweeping the floor instantly became excited. Without even putting down their brooms, they swarmed over.

Everyone looked at Jun Fuyao with complicated eyes, including excitement, joy, but also anger.

Everyone surrounded Jun Fuyao and talked at once:

"Young lady, you are finally here. The Marshal has been waiting for ten years. Ten years..."

"It's really a blessing from heaven that the Marshal's own flesh and blood finally came to see her. If the Marshal knew about this, he would definitely be very happy..."

"I have been looking forward to seeing you day and night. Finally, you are here, little miss. You look exactly like the Marshal, especially the eyes, which are exactly the same as the Marshal's..."

"No, I think the mouth is the most similar..."

"What are you looking at? I think the young lady's eyebrows are most similar to the Marshal's..."

"..."

As they talked, their voices gradually became quieter. They just stared at Jun Fuyao's face in a trance, muttering, "Really like...really like the Marshal..."

Slowly, my eyes became blurry with tears...

Suddenly, an old lady burst into tears, her heart breaking as she spoke incoherently, "It's been ten years, ten years... I, Li Xiaobao, have seen the Marshal again... Miss, why didn't you come earlier? Why didn't you come earlier? Marshal... We have been waiting for you... We have been waiting so hard... How could you have the heart to leave us?"

When Li Xiaobao cried, the others pursed their lips tightly, their facial muscles twitched, and they tried hard to control their tears from falling.

But in the end, I couldn't control myself, my tightly closed lips slowly opened, and tears fell down...

This face that has haunted my dreams for ten years...

It’s a pity... this person is not the reincarnation of the Marshal after all.

She is just the Marshal's daughter.

Marshal... we will never see each other again...

Tears rain down...

This unspeakable sadness even infected Emperor Yanqing, who couldn't help but turn his face away, feeling sad.

As for Jun Fuyao, she was crying silently while trying to persuade everyone.

After a long time, everyone stopped crying and wiped their faces embarrassedly.

"Ahem..." Wang Meng wiped his face fiercely, forced a smile, and changed the subject, asking: "Young lady, who is the gentleman next to you?"

After Wang Meng's reminder, the others noticed that there was a stunningly beautiful man following Jun Fuyao.

"He is my husband, his last name is Di, hehe... I brought him here specially for mother to see today." Jun Fuyao smiled and introduced Di Yanqing to everyone generously.

"Really?" Wang Meng jumped three feet high and laughed heartily: "Not bad, not bad. The Marshal will definitely be very happy to see such a steady and handsome son-in-law. The young lady is very lucky..."

The other people's faces were also filled with joy. They looked at Di Yanqing as if he were a treasure and nodded with satisfaction. They looked even happier than if their own daughters had found husbands.

Being stared at like this by a group of ladies, even the usually cold and noble Emperor had his ears reddened with shyness.

"Everyone, please disperse quickly. I want to take the young lady up to meet the Marshal. It's been ten years since the Marshal last saw his daughter. He must be anxiously waiting. Today, the young lady is coming with her husband, and the Marshal must be very happy..." Wang Meng raised his arm and shouted.

Wang Meng was talking about meeting the Marshal, not paying homage to the Marshal.

It can be seen that in the hearts of these passionate girls, the great marshal Jun Yiqun has never died. She is still alive and lives in their hearts!