Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Back then, after Chu Zhengnan learned that the Chu family army in the Urchin League had been ambushed, he discussed with Chu Yihang that he would lead three thousand elite soldiers back to rescue them.

Unexpectedly, instead of rescuing the people, they received news that Chu Yihang's entire army had been wiped out.

So Chu Zhengnan rushed from Wuerqin League to Ganlu League without stopping, but in the end he didn't have a chance to meet Chu Yihang's army and was trapped in Molang Mountain.

"Thinking back on that battle now, it's truly heartbreaking." Chu Yihang still feels powerless every time he mentions it.

Chu Zhengnan sighed, "It's not just a sigh, it's actually despair."

No one speaks.

For two such valiant generals, it was a hopeless situation; anyone else in their shoes would probably not have had a chance to survive.

despair.

I feel utterly hopeless.

Especially Chu Zhengnan.

Wherever he went, he received news that his brothers had been wiped out and that everyone had died in battle.

Wherever I go, I can't find any of my own people alive.

He ran back and forth, but in the end, exhausted, he couldn't save one of his brothers' lives.

An Ningran squeezed his hand.

This hand, weathered by time, is rough and calloused, bearing countless wounds of varying sizes.

She felt heartbroken, yet also incredibly fortunate.

At least, he's still alive.

Just live.

After paying their respects to their parents, Chu Yueli and Chu Xiaohe, together with Miao Yucui, decided to choose an auspicious day to bring the ashes of their parents and second uncle back to the Duke's Mansion.

Although they are destined not to meet again in life, at least they can return to their roots.

As evening fell, another guest arrived at the military camp: Ming Buqu, who had returned from the Sulan Alliance.

“Uncle.” Chu Yueli has cried more times recently than she has in the past ten years combined.

Seeing Ming Buqu, tears welled up in my eyes again.

"Uncle, Father and Mother... are really gone."

In fact, like Miao Yucui, she still harbored a sliver of expectation that she dared not tell anyone.

I hope for a miracle; I hope they are still alive.

But now, Uncle Zhengnan has told them personally that the person is gone, and that he buried him himself.

Ming Buqu held Chu Yueli in his arms, looking up at the sky above, his eyes also filled with tears.

"Don't be afraid. My sister is happy to be with my brother-in-law for all eternity. Besides, you and Xiao He both have people you cherish now. My sister and brother-in-law can rest in peace in the afterlife."

Chu Yueli sniffed and looked up at him.

I promised myself I wouldn't cry, but I always feel especially vulnerable and easily shed tears in front of my loved ones.

"Uncle, how are Grandpa and Grandma feeling? Are they alright?"

Ming Buqu rubbed her head, let out a long sigh, and then said, "They are fine, but like you, they still have a sliver of hope in their hearts. This time when we go back, we will definitely disappoint them completely."

There will always be that one time.

However, after so many years, the two elders have actually accepted this fact. Of course, while they have accepted it, they still have some expectations after hearing that a group of Chu family soldiers were trapped in Molang Mountain.

"Are my masters still in the southern borderlands?"

“They’re all here.” Ming Buqu turned around, looking in the direction of Southern Xinjiang, and sighed softly, “They’re all thinking of your mother, but Southern Xinjiang has recently been in turmoil again, and your masters have to stay in Southern Xinjiang to help Father quell the unrest.”