After crossing, let yourself go

The next day, Han Jiu went to Yan Beixuan. It had been a long time since she had seen Yan Beixuan.

Many days later, in the early morning, Han Jiu and his group arrived in Yancheng. Han Jiu went straight to the former general's mansion. There were always a few servants left in the mansion to take care of it. The former butler also stayed in the mansion because he had no wife or children.

The old housekeeper was overjoyed to see Han Jiu coming back, but burst into tears when he saw Han Yiheng.

Han Jiu didn't stay long. After resting for a while, he went to Yan Beixuan and also picked up Han Yiheng.

Han Jiu walked into Yan Beixuan's room by herself. When she saw Yan Beixuan, he was leaning against the bedside drinking medicine. He looked emaciated, and his skinny body seemed like it could be blown down by a breeze. His face was as pale as paper, without any blood. And his originally black hair had turned completely white.

He seemed like a lonely soul forgotten by time, struggling on the edge of life.

Yan Beixuan finished drinking the medicine and smiled at Han Jiu, "You're here."

Han Jiu sat in front of him without any expression. "You looking for me?"

"Well, the imperial physician said that I might not survive this summer. I can't get out of bed now, and I can't see your second brother... every day."

Yan Beixuan was already struggling to say these words, and the servants saw that he was feeling uncomfortable so they helped him lie down.

Han Jiu didn't quite understand what he said, "What do you mean?"

"Han Jiu, I am really grateful that you can let me stay with your second brother. Can you let me be buried with A Feng after I die?" Yan Beixuan looked at Han Jiu expectantly.

Han Jiu didn't expect Yan Beixuan to say these to her. Although she had guessed why Yan Beixuan wanted to talk to her along the way, she never thought it would be like this.

She looked at Yan Beixuan lying on the bed. He no longer had the gentleness he usually had. Instead, he looked sickly, "You and my second brother are of different statuses. It's not appropriate for you to be buried together."

Yan Beixuan seemed to have his soul taken away from him in an instant. "Is it really impossible?"

"Yan Beixuan, I've asked you to look after my second brother for a few years. I told you that you should live a few more years, the longer the better, but you don't live up to your expectations."

Yan Beixuan said nothing more, staring at the roof with lifeless eyes. "If I had known the result would be like this, I would not have... cough cough"

"Yan Beixuan, do you know? Before Yang Yuanyi died, she told me that my second brother knew that she poisoned him. He knew, he knew. Do you understand what this sentence means?

Yang Yuanyi also said that my second brother once said something to her, but she didn’t understand it at the time, and she didn’t understand it later. My second brother said, “My heart has turned cold, and I can no longer trust you.”

Han Jiu leaned closer and said in a faint voice, "Yang Yuanyi doesn't understand. I think you should understand."

After hearing this, Yan Beixuan stood there in a daze. His already bad complexion became even worse. He began to cough violently and coughed up blood. Seeing this, the servants hurried forward.

Han Jiu left the room and listened to the busy sounds inside mixed with Yan Beixuan's violent coughing.

She had the urge to go into the house and strangle Yan Beixuan to death. "You still want to be buried with your second brother? You really dare to think so."

Han Jiu did not go in again and turned to the Diling. After she left the yard, she took Han Yiheng from Shen Yan's arms and said, "Han Yiheng, I'll take you to see your father."

When he saw Han Feng, he was still lying there peacefully, as if he was asleep. Han Jiu put Han Yiheng on the coffin lid and pointed at the person in the coffin, "Yiheng, this is your father."

Yiheng didn't understand, but he wasn't afraid. He could crawl now, and he made some babbling sounds. He crawled on the coffin lid, and Hanjiu watched him crawl.

She stretched out her hand and touched the coffin, as if she could touch Han Feng through the transparent coffin. "Second brother, I'm here to see you. Look, this is your son, the only bloodline of the Han family."

Xiye and Shen Yan didn't understand what Han Jiu meant? The only bloodline? But they both thought that Han Jiu meant Han Feng's only bloodline.

Leng Hanjiu didn't stay in there for too long before she left with Han Yiheng in her arms. After returning home, she ate something and went back to her room to rest. She didn't leave the house until late at night.

Xiye was a little worried, but he didn't go over to bother Hanjiu because he knew she was feeling upset.

Song Ruochen did not come this time because he was accompanying Su Zhanwen to deal with Leng Yan's funeral. If he saw Han Jiu's appearance today, he would probably be heartbroken.

Han Jiu got up in the second half of the night and found herself a little hungry, so she got up to find something to eat. She went to the kitchen and searched for a long time without finding anything. She heard an old man's voice behind her, "Master, you are hungry. I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

"Is there anything else besides noodles? I don't want to eat noodles."

"There is still some rice, but the rest cannot be given to you."

"It's okay. It's not that complicated. Just fry me some rice."

"Okay, Master, please wait a moment."

"Yeah." Han Jiu walked out of the kitchen and waited in the front yard.

While eating fried rice, Han Jiu asked the old housekeeper, "Uncle Wu, are you awake or awake so late?"

"I wake up at this time every day to see if there is anything wrong with her."

"Have you had any problems?"

"At first, he cried all night, but then he gradually stopped crying."

"Is this just a matter of fate?"

"Master, we have been torturing her all these years. Although we use good medicine to heal her wounds every time after the torture, and torture her again after her wounds have healed, she is still a flesh and blood body after all. After repeated torture, I am afraid she is about to die."

Han Jiu finished his meal and put down his chopsticks, "Really? The recent days have been really good, but one after another, they are almost unbearable."

"I'll go see her tomorrow. She's almost dying." Han Jiu got up and left.

"Yes," the old butler bent down to clean up.

The next day, when Han Jiu got up, she saw Xiye looking at her with a worried look. She walked up to him and hugged him, "I was worried, but I felt upset when I saw my second brother. It's okay now."

Xiye pulled her to sit at the table and said, "Well, it's good that you're okay. Try it. I made this this morning."

"You made it? Then I have to try it." Han Jiu picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. "Well, your cooking is always so delicious."

Xiye smiled. He watched Han Jiu eat. He knew that although she looked fine on the surface, she was feeling upset inside and had never been able to vent it out.

After dinner, Han Jiu asked Xiye to go and see if Han Yi was okay, after all, the ground was cold.

Han Jiu turned around and walked towards the depths of the backyard alone. Because this was originally the general's mansion, General Han actually set up a dungeon in the mansion.

Although it shouldn't have been done, some people needed to be tried in secret at the time, so a dungeon was set up in the most remote place in their backyard.

The place is not big, just enough to hold three prisoners.

When Han Jiu arrived at the dungeon entrance, two soldiers were guarding it. When they saw Han Jiu, they all saluted and said, "Young Master."

"Well, you have worked hard over the years."

"It's not hard. If it weren't for the young master, we would have died long ago. It's the young master who allowed us to have a place to stay."

"how is she?"