Exile: Empty half of the capital and blow up the enemy's palace

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It was a beautiful day and the best time to visit someone else's house. Yun Qingqing was floating on the street like a ghost. The street was empty and every household had turned off the lights, which was just convenient for her to use her wind power.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the ground, as if covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze. Yun Qingqing came to the door of the carpenter's shop hung with white cloth in the moonlight. There were many white cloths hanging densely at the door of the carpenter's shop.

The hanging white cloth glowed with an eerie white light under the moonlight, like ghosts that could float up at any time.

The horror atmosphere is perfectly created. If a timid person sees this, he will probably scream in fear, Yun Qingqing commented in her heart.

The door of the carpenter's shop was closed, and the faint sound of a woman crying could be heard from inside.

Yun Qingqing's eyes moved slightly. This woman was crying late at night, and it seemed that she was really sad about Zhang Dalang's death.

She was a little curious about the truth behind Zhang Dalang's death.

Hearing the sad sobbing of a woman coming from inside, she quietly entered the carpenter's shop and hid herself on a big tree with lush branches and leaves in the yard. She looked at the woman who was wearing mourning clothes, kneeling on the ground, burning paper in the brazier and crying.

The shopkeeper was not lying. The woman was really beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, skin as white as snow. She was so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off her. At this moment, her tears were falling like beads from a broken string, making her look pitiful and lovable.

The woman had the aura of a lady from a noble family and did not look like an ordinary woman.

"Da Lang, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." The woman said in a choked voice.

The woman's voice was like an oriole, clear and pleasant, yet filled with endless sorrow.

Yun Qingqing's eyes flashed as she listened to the woman's words. This woman seemed to be genuinely sad about Zhang Dalang's death, and it didn't seem like she had killed Zhang Dalang. But what did she mean by saying that she was the one who harmed Zhang Dalang?

Yun Qingqing continued to stare at the woman, wanting to see what she would say next. Just then, footsteps sounded. Yun Qingqing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little boy, about six years old, with delicate features, running to the woman and comforting her, "Mom, don't be sad."

When the woman saw the little boy, she wiped her tears with her handkerchief and said, "Ping An, why did you come out? Mom is fine, go back to sleep."

The little boy stood there stubbornly and said, "Mom, I'm not sleepy. I know you miss daddy. Mom, I miss daddy too. Mom, they all say that I died and daddy came back. Let's go out and find daddy."

The woman listened to the little boy's words, hugged him tightly in her arms, and choked with sobs: "Ping'an, your father is dead and can't come back. The man outside is not your father."

When Yun Qingqing saw this scene, her heart moved. The shopkeeper said that Zhang Dalang's face looked like it was stepped on by a cow, his eyes were as small as mung beans, and his nose was flat. Even if he and this beautiful woman had a child, they would never give birth to such a good-looking child. This little boy was not Zhang Dalang's biological child.

He's not Zhang Dalang's biological child, so why does he call him "Dad"? Is Zhang Dalang a scapegoat? Or did this woman cheat on Zhang Dalang and have a child with another man?

Yun Qingqing was so worried that she had a headache, so she simply stopped thinking about it and came down from the tree, ready to ask the woman directly.

The woman was startled when she saw Yun Qingqing suddenly appear. She pulled the little boy behind her and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Yun Qingqing saw the woman looking at her with horror on her face, and said gently, "Don't be afraid, Mrs. Zhang. I have no ill will towards you. I was just passing through this town and heard that your husband had died and was walking around the street with his head in his hands at night. So I came to your house to see what was going on and see if I could help you."

After hearing Yun Qingqing's words, the woman showed a look of doubt on her face and asked in disbelief, "Can you really help us?"

Yun Qingqing nodded and said, "Mrs. Zhang, I can help you, but you have to tell me the truth and not lie to me."

The woman hesitated after hearing this, then a firm expression appeared on her face. She said to Yun Qingqing, "Miss, come with me into the house. I will tell you everything you want to know."

The woman took Yun Qingqing and the little boy into the house. The house was filled with a faint smell of incense, and the paper in the brazier was still burning, making crackling sounds.

The woman asked the little boy to go back to the house to sleep, and then asked Yun Qingqing to sit down.