Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Night falls.

Accompanied by the barking of dogs, they finally arrived at the village entrance.

from afar,

All that could be seen was her mother, Wang Xiu, waiting alone in front of the house.

Big Yellow was the first to go forward, wagging its tail vigorously.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"Auntie, we're late!"

The two brothers bowed in unison.

Xia Youmi, unable to stop herself, pounced directly into Wang Xiu's arms.

"Mother!" she said sweetly.

Wang Xiu nuzzled Xia Youmi with her cheek, then hugged her back, gently stroking her hair, feeling a sense of peace and security.

She looked at the two brothers with affection in her eyes.

"Just come back."

"Go inside, your father has sent a letter."

Upon hearing this,

Wang Shaoyi and Wang Shaoyan entered the room together, both looking eager.

Although they were only cousins, they were so close that they did not separate their households and still lived in the same courtyard.

Upon entering the main room, only three people were sitting around.

The scene was rather deserted.

The candlelight illuminated the old man's face; he was Wang Yuanzhou, the current patriarch of the Wang clan, whom they rarely saw.

The three younger members perked up, their hearts filled with unease.

When the clan chief intervenes, no matter is insignificant.

Given the tense atmosphere, it's hardly a good thing.

After exchanging greetings, there was not much further conversation.

They gathered around the couch, waiting for the clan leader to give them instructions.

Even my aunt and uncle, who always stay at home, didn't know what to announce.

Clan Chief Wang Yuanzhou scanned the crowd one by one. There were two women, Liu and Li, two cousins ​​who had just returned home, and Wang Xiu and Xia Youmi, who had married out of the family.

This is everyone who could come today, so it's a complete gathering.

Sighed,

The clan chief took out a letter and a cloth bag from his bosom, and carefully unfolded them with trembling hands.

Well--

Second Aunt Li tried to cover her cries, but her body was already trembling uncontrollably.

Xia Youmi looked over and noticed that Li's eyes were bloodshot.

Beside her was her youngest son, Wang Shaoyan, who was bowing his head to support her. His expression was unreadable, but his hands were clenched into fists.

Instead of opening the cloth bundle first, the clan chief handed the letter to Wang Shaoyi, indicating that he should read it first.

The person who can shoulder this important responsibility now is this thirteen-year-old boy.

Wang Shaoyi respectfully accepted the document with both hands and quickly scanned the text.

He couldn't bear it any longer and turned his head away. His bright eyes were quickly clouded with tears as he subconsciously searched for his mother, Liu.

Then he buried his face in her shoulder, hiding his tears.

This scene is truly heartbreaking.

In fact, everyone present had roughly the same guess.

Xia Youmi also hugged her mother, Wang Xiu, tightly, offering her support.

"It's... Jiro, isn't it..."

Second Aunt Li stared at the brown cloth bag as if she wanted to burn a hole in it. Her voice was faint, as if she were oblivious.

"I embroidered this double fish pattern myself..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shaoyan lowered his head even further and clenched his fists tightly, refusing to let go.

"Second aunt."

Wang Shaoyi raised his head, his expression solemn and his voice hoarse.

He stepped forward, took the cloth bundle from the clan chief, and presented it to Li Shi and Wang Shaoyan, speaking solemnly.

"This was left by my second uncle."

"Here you go!"

"..."

Li remained silent, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Wang Shaoyan could only slowly take the cloth bag with both hands, raise it above his head, and present it to Li, but he received no response for a long time.

In the suffocating atmosphere, no one was willing to speak first.

For a moment, Li's vision blurred, as if she had lost focus, and her mind was filled with a buzzing sound.

Her sister-in-law Liu and her sister-in-law Wang Xiu quickly surrounded her and supported her body.

Everyone stared intently at the cloth bag.

Awaiting sentencing.

Li grasped the corner embroidered with a double fish pattern and gently shook the cloth bag open, revealing the large red characters inside to everyone without reservation.

Xia Youmi hadn't reacted yet.

Li was completely exhausted and collapsed in the encirclement.

My lord—

She couldn't make a sound, but through her opening and closing of her mouth, those present could faintly sense that she was calling out to her husband.

Wang's second son died on the battlefield, and his body was never found.

......

No one could sleep that night.

My second aunt was placed on the bed, and she was in a daze, but she still clutched a piece of cloth and refused to let go.

Brother Ayan stayed by the bedside without saying a word.

He picked up the other side of the cloth strip and rubbed the red writing on it back and forth.

It seemed to want to burn through it, yet also to erase it.

The other end.

My aunt was holding the letter written by my uncle, pointing to each word and asking my brother, Ah Yi, to read it to her.

With one hand wiping away tears and the other covering her chest, the mother still had to look after her second aunt.

In such a chaotic situation

They had no intention of discussing the matters mentioned in their uncle's letter.

Xia Youmi had no choice but to step forward first and whisper a few words to her two cousins.

They helped up the clan chief, Wang Yuanzhou, and took him home first.

Under the cover of night, the shadows of the old man and the young man were stretched out infinitely.

They were outsiders among those involved.

There's a sense of helplessness.

After seeing off the clan chief, we will go to my uncle's house to bring my mother home.

By the time I finished, it was already past 1 AM.

Looking out the window, the bright moon shone down, as clear as silver. In just two days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion.

Xia Youmi let out a soft sigh, closed her eyes, and spoke to the system in her mind:

"Every year, let me see that letter again."

Although I accompanied my mother to see it just now, it seemed to catch my eye but not my heart.

She too was drawn into an atmosphere of despair, unable to sort out her thoughts.

"Okay, I have rice."

The system clearly displayed the letter in its mind.

The content isn't extensive; in summary:

My second uncle was killed in action, and my eldest uncle was wounded. They took up their posts and returned home shortly.

A benefactor bestowed upon them a shop. They then settled their household affairs and moved to Chang'an.

Xia Youmi yawned and rubbed her temples.

I felt that there were many suspicious points in this letter.

When escorting the clan chief home, some details were mentioned based on the account given by the messenger, Zhao Xiaojiangshi.

A general truth was slowly pieced together.

On the outskirts of Datang.

Foreign enemies frequently invade, sometimes real and sometimes fake.

If they went forward to fight, they were often tricked and left empty-handed.

On one occasion, a junior general of considerable status fell for a new kind of provocation from the enemy and couldn't resist falling for it.

Two hundred cavalrymen were dispatched to give chase, determined to capture the few remaining enemy soldiers who had committed such a shameless act.

But who would have thought!

This enemy attack turned out to be a trap specifically designed to kill him.

Amidst the internal power struggle, the young general was betrayed.

First, they pretended it was a fake enemy attack.

After some teasing, he was given the false impression that he could capture the thief and vent his anger.

When he led his troops to pursue and kill to a place that was frequently scouted and had little vigilance or precautions, the real enemy army surrounded them.

They strangled everyone inside.

At this time, there was still no movement inside the military camp, and no reinforcements were seen.

Blades flashed, limbs were severed.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they fought bravely.

The enemy has mobilized so many troops for just one junior general.

This demonstrates their determination.

The fate is determined.