The night falls, the dark sky looks like a demon, flapping its wings, laughing ferociously, and making people shudder.

No one dared to approach within 200 meters. The fire was raging, and after it spread across the entire prairie, all that was left was a desolate wasteland.

Many servants had been kneeling for a long time, their legs were numb and their bodies were trembling. They dared not say a word, let alone stand up.

Yu Zhengsha's forehead was wrapped in gauze, and it could be seen that he was really injured, with blood oozing out. His sharp face did not have any murderous aura at this time. He was helped to the armchair by the servants. Yu Qingli glanced at him lightly, just waiting for him to wake up.

Torches, kerosene, everything is ready

"Miss" Meihong's eyes were swollen like peaches, and only a tiny slit could see what was happening outside. She knelt at Yu Qingli's feet, moaning softly.

Yu Qingli was in a state of disarray, his hair disheveled, his clothes stained with black dust, and his double-lidded eyes scanned Yu Zhengsha from top to bottom, his gaze cold and deep. His heart was already in turmoil. As a husband and a father, what kind of person was Yu Zhengsha, the stern, selfless, and righteous Prime Minister in the eyes of outsiders?

Yu Qingli understands, understands

She slowly approached him, her grip on his arm tightening as she got closer.

Her past and present life, her joys and sorrows, have a lot to do with him and Yu Zhengsha.

"Hmm," Yu Zhengsha murmured softly, as if murmuring in pain.

"Master," a servant called out to him tremblingly.

Yu Zhengsha woke up slowly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yu Qingli's cold face. At that moment, that look made Yu Zhengsha feel as if a cold sharp blade was stabbing at him, and he reflexively waved his hand to fight back.

"Hmm" The servant was punched by Yu Zhengsha and dared not to

A half-voiced protest.

This snort made Yu Zhengsha suddenly realize that his daughter had not done anything. She just stood there in front of him, looking at her, as cold as frost.

This kind of powerful Yuzheng sand is extremely rare, and it seems to be able to shock the surrounding area.

Yu Zhengsha calmed down, returning to normal. After all, he had been in the officialdom for a long time, so his emotions could change very quickly. He scanned the entire scene, and when he saw the two people in the fire, his brow furrowed, and regret, remorse, confusion, and sadness rose in his eyes.

Yu Qingli looked at him, taking in every bit of his expression.

I sneered in my heart, why feel confused, don't you know?

Yu Zhengsha paused and glanced at Yu Qingli, "You brought me here, what do you want me to see?" He went straight to the point with a cold and hard tone. Even in this situation, even if he was seriously injured, he was still the almighty Prime Minister Yu.

"They are all your wives. Shouldn't you be present at the cremation?" Yu Qingli said.

"Cremation, what did you say?"

Cremation is extremely rare in Jiangnan, and it must be approved by the imperial court, and it must be done in a regular crematorium.

When a person dies, they cannot even have their body fully buried. This is the greatest insult to the deceased, unless they have contracted the plague and have to be cremated after death.

"Could it be that my father doesn't agree? The body has already been burned like this, what's the difference between it and cremation?"

"Yu Qingli, I am the one who makes the decisions in this family," Yu Zhengsha said sternly, with a majestic aura. The wife of Lord Yu, even with the permission of the court, was not sent to the crematorium for execution. This not only insulted the deceased, but also insulted the deceased's husband, Yu Zhengsha.

Face is one of Yu Zhengsha’s favorite things in life.

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