I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Mingchuan drove all the way to the cemetery in the capital.

The car slowly drove out of the city, the hustle and bustle receded like a tide, and Mingchuan gradually drove towards the quiet suburbs and onto the winding mountain road.

On both sides are layers of mountains, silent and solemn.

There was still some mist in the mountains.

The further we got towards the cemetery, the quieter the road became, with only the rustling sound of wheels rolling over stones.

Occasionally, a few birds flew across the silent sky and disappeared into the mountains and forests in an instant.

It is spring now, and wild flowers are blooming wildly on the roadside. The bright colors have a special kind of desolation in this solemn atmosphere.

As the destination got closer, the heaviness in Mingchuan's heart quietly accumulated, as if even the air became thicker, making it hard to breathe.

Looking at the cemetery hidden deep in the mountains and forests, Mingchuan felt as if a veil of sadness was about to be lifted.

The emotion on his face was not high, but rather low.

When the car stopped at the foot of the forest, he bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums, parked the car in the parking lot, and walked up step by step.

Although the road under your feet is cleaned every day, there are still a few extra leaves occasionally.

The dry leaves and branches creaked under Mingchuan's feet.

As Mingchuan climbed the stairs step by step, his gaze followed the direction of the tombstones inch by inch, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

Soon, he found the tombstone hidden in the mountains and forests.

Situ Xuan...

Mingchuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his mood obviously became heavy, no longer as cheerful as before at home.

When he finally reached the tombstone and looked at the once vibrant person who had now become a small stone tablet, he felt that a soft and warm place in his heart was gradually growing cold.

The last time he faced such a moment was when he was paying tribute to his parents.

Now, it has become a memorial for the companions who once walked side by side for a short time...

There was also a bitter taste in Mingchuan's mouth.

He placed the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the black tombstone, looked at the words engraved on the tombstone, and shook his head.

"I've almost resolved the issues abroad. All the traitors and undercover agents in the country have been eliminated. You can rest assured knowing this. You don't have to be constantly vigilant like before, even losing sleep."

As Mingchuan spoke, he reached out and touched the black tombstone.

His fingers gently stroked every word on the stone tablet. The more he touched it, the more he felt as if there was a spot in his heart that was pierced by thousands of silver needles.

It's sour and unbearable.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Mingchuan smiled bitterly and helplessly, rummaging through the bag Liu Yanyan had prepared for him, and discovered that she had also brought him some wine!

Mingchuan raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. You probably didn't drink much when you were alive. I didn't expect that someone would bring wine to commemorate you after your death."

"That's fine. It's just right. You used to be so busy with state affairs that you couldn't even taste alcohol. Now you can try it."

As Mingchuan spoke, he unscrewed the bottle cap with a wry smile and poured some liquid in the direction of the stone tablet.

The strong aroma of alcohol wafted from the ground. The pungent spicy taste did not wake Mingchuan from his sadness, but instead made him fall into even more chaos.

He smiled bitterly and sat down next to Situ Xuan's tombstone.

"I heard you had a hard time in the past, girl. I hope you can be reborn into a good family in your next life."

"I can't help it. I might be a little busy coming to see you more often. At most, I can ask others to report to you on the current domestic and international situation."

"Or I can set a time every year to come and see you."

Mingchuan lowered his head slightly when he spoke, looked at the white alcohol liquid in his hand, thought for a while, then immediately picked up the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking a few drops of wine, a spicy feeling spread from my abdomen.

Mingchuan then sighed with emotion and placed the remaining half bottle next to the stone tablet with satisfaction.

Then, he continued to talk a lot to the air, about everything he had experienced in Country F these days, and he wanted to describe every detail so clearly.

He brought up the story of the first time they were imprisoned in the cave again. Just thinking about it made him feel an unbearable sadness in his heart.

Fortunately, he doesn't talk much.

By the time I finished recounting everything, only about forty minutes had passed.

Mingchuan had almost finished speaking, so he dusted himself off, stood up and was about to leave.

"Alright, I'll leave you alone here. I've pretty much finished what I've said. You might also hear the rest from your former subordinates, right?"

"Just rest in peace."

After Mingchuan said this, he picked up his packed things and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, a roar suddenly came from behind.

"Mingchuan!"

The roar was extremely hoarse, and it sounded like it was filled with a sense of unwillingness, and even more like anger.

Mingchuan frowned and looked towards the roar behind him.

What I saw was a man who had not had a good rest for many days.

The man had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his cheeks were sunken, and he walked with a somewhat unsteady movement, but at this moment the anger in his eyes was completely frozen.

"Mingchuan! How dare you come here! Situ Xuan was ruined by you, and you dare to come to her tombstone to pay tribute to her? What are you thinking?!"

"Do you want her to die without peace?!"

Mingchuan was a little confused when he heard this.

He looked at the roaring man in front of him with amusement and spread his hands. "I didn't do anything, why can't I be at peace? I even came here to tell him about his regrets before he died. Isn't this just a good deed for me?"

"Where did you come from? It's kind of funny. You just come up and yell at me like that. Who gave you the guts to do that?"

The man's face turned blue and red, his body twitched, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Because he was originally very angry, but after getting close to Mingchuan, he felt the murderous aura from Mingchuan.

That was the murderous aura preserved from years of fighting on the battlefield. Anyone who got even a little closer would be wiped out instantly.

Therefore, even though the person in front of him was very angry with Mingchuan, his survival instinct still made him subconsciously stop.

But those eyes were still red.

Mingchuan looked at him and seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Oh...it seems like the Situ family was in a mess because of me, right? Could it be that you are another kid from the Situ family?"