After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

The black Citroen sedan finally stopped safely under the porch of Jiang Mansion in the French Concession.

Chen Xiangyun had already received Jiang Shiyuan's message in advance and had arranged the mourning hall.

"Squeak-"

The heavy iron door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

Aunt Feng's eyes were red and swollen, and she stood at the door, looking anxiously.

When she saw Jiang Shiyuan getting out of the car, she burst into tears.

"Second Miss, the eldest master..."

Jiang Shiyuan suppressed his grief and said in a hoarse voice: "Mother Feng, I'm taking my brother home..."

Mother Feng stepped forward to support her as she was about to collapse, and choked up, "Second Miss...you have suffered so much..."

"Mother Feng, please ask the servants to help... place my brother's body..."

"Yes, Miss Second..."

Mother Feng wiped away her tears, turned and walked towards the yard.

"Ah Rong, Ah Fu, come and help, carry the young master's body inside..."

The servants of the Jiang Mansion, all with red eyes, carried Jiang Shijia's body down from the back seat of the car with heavy expressions.

Jiang Shiyuan held Chen Qingyan's arm and followed them, step by step, walking heavily into the hall of Jiang Mansion.

The originally magnificent hall was now covered in mourning.

White cloth, white banners, white lanterns, white candles...

The entire Jiang Mansion was shrouded in a sad and solemn atmosphere.

Jiang Shijia's mourning hall is located in the center of the hall.

Chen Xiangyun was dressed in plain clothes and sat in front of the mourning hall with a dazed look on her face. Her eyes were already red and swollen from crying.

In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a photo of Jiang Shijia’s ID taken when he joined the army. He looks handsome and radiant.

Below is a heavy and luxurious golden nanmu coffin.

This coffin was originally prepared by Marshal Jiang for himself after his death.

I didn’t expect that I would have to use it on my own son now.

Jiang Shiyuan and his servants carefully placed Jiang Shijia's body into the coffin.

Looking at his brother's face which was still as handsome as ever even after his death, Jiang Shiyuan's tears fell silently again.

"elder brother……"

She gently stroked Jiang Shijia's cold face, her heart aching.

"Xiaoyuan, please accept my condolences..." Chen Xiangyun walked forward, gently put her arm around Jiang Shiyuan's shoulders, and comforted him softly.

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and then thanked this stepmother who he had not liked before: "Aunt Xiang, thank you for helping me set up the mourning hall..."

Chen Xiangyun held Jiang Shiyuan's cold hands and shook her head, "Xiaoyuan, we are a family, no need to thank me."

"After all, I watched you and Xiaojia grow up..."

Jiang Shiyuan nodded and instructed Feng Ma, "Feng Ma, go call our relatives and friends and ask them to come to my brother's memorial service tomorrow morning."

"Yes, second lady."

As soon as Aunt Feng turned around, Jiang Shiyuan suddenly called her.

"Wait, I'll personally notify my father later..."

"But as for the master... I'm afraid of him..." Aunt Feng looked embarrassed.

Jiang Shiyuan said solemnly, "I know, but we can no longer hide the news of my brother's death from him."

"My father and brother are both soldiers. I believe he will understand his brother's choice and will be able to bear his sacrifice."

"But……"

"Mother Feng, I have made up my mind. You can go ahead!"

"Yes, Miss Second..."

Mother Feng didn't dare to say anything else and turned around to make a phone call.

After she notified her relatives and friends one by one, Jiang Shiyuan finally plucked up the courage to call the Xicheng military headquarters where her father was.

"Second Miss, as for the master..." Aunt Feng looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

Jiang Shiyuan naturally understood her concerns.

Although my father's Jiang family army was not directly under the central army, they were ordered to garrison Xicheng and could not act on their own.

Xicheng is the last line of defense of Jinling. Its military importance is self-evident, and they must hold on at the critical moment.

But she could no longer hide the news of her brother's death from her father.

"Auntie Feng, give me the phone!" Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath and spoke in a firm tone.

"Second miss..."

"It's okay, just go and accompany Aunt Xiang!"

"Yes……"

Mother Feng didn't dare to say anything more and turned around and walked out.

Jiang Shiyuan organized his thoughts in his mind, then picked up the receiver and dialed the number of the Xicheng Military Headquarters.

"Hello, this is the Xicheng Military Headquarters..."

"Hello, I'm looking for Jiang Zhengxiang, Marshal Jiang..."

"May I ask you are……"

"I am his daughter, Jiang Shiyuan..."

“……” There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone.

"Miss Jiang Er, please wait a moment..."

Soon, Marshal Jiang's deep voice came from the phone.

"Hey, Xiaoyuan, I called home earlier, and your aunt Xiang said you went to the battlefield hospital to provide assistance. I haven't been able to contact you since, but I'm really worried about your father!"

Hearing his father's familiar voice, Jiang Shiyuan could no longer control his emotions that were on the verge of collapse, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Dad!"

"Xiaoyuan, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Marshal Jiang heard the strangeness in his daughter's tone and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Dad, my brother...my brother..." Jiang Shiyuan burst into tears and could not even utter the words "my brother has sacrificed himself".

"What happened to Xiaojia? Tell me quickly!" Marshal Jiang suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"My brother did not follow the main force to evacuate Shanghai, but went to the Sihang Warehouse alone, and guarded the last anti-Japanese position in Shanghai with the soldiers of the 88th Division."

"What? Xiao Jia didn't evacuate?"

"This morning, my brother died heroically in order to protect the national flag flying on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse..."

Jiang Shiyuan finally plucked up the courage to speak out this cruel truth.

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Marshal Jiang was silent for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yuan'er, I understand..."

"Dad..."

"Xiao Jia is a man of integrity and a good fighter worthy of the Party and the country. I am proud of him!"

"But, Dad, when can you come back? My brother's memorial service and funeral..."

"Xiaoyuan'er, Dad is a soldier and I have military orders. I cannot leave the military headquarters without permission..."

"Dad..."

"Xiaoyuan, Dad knows you feel bad, and so do I..."

"But now is a time of national crisis. As soldiers, we can only sacrifice our own families for the sake of the public..."

"Dad, I understand..." Jiang Shiyuan said with a sob, trying to suppress his grief.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyuan. After we drive away the Japanese pirates, Dad will go to your brother's grave to pay homage in person..."

"Dad, you must take care of yourself!"

"Once the Japanese pirates reach Xicheng, you must protect yourself!"

"Dad knows that Xiaoyuaner must take care of himself and protect the Jiang family for Dad!"

"Okay, Dad still has military duties to attend to, so let's leave it at that for now!"

"father……"

Jiang Shiyuan wanted to say something else, but there was a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

She slowly put down the receiver, tears blurring her eyes again, and she murmured to herself, "Brother, you must bless father in heaven and come back safely!"

Marshal Jiang held his aching heart and fell into a chair, tears silently sliding down his weather-beaten face...