Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

"Mother." Yang Zongxian pulled Yang Sijun along and walked to Dong Yue'e's side: "Mother, you're thinking about Grandpa again."

“As your mother, I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a single moment. Now…” Dong Yue’e pulled Yang Sijun into her arms, gently patted Yang Sijun’s head with a smile, and looked at Yang Zongxian, saying, “Zongxian, as your mother… as your mother… since returning from the last great battle, my health has been far from what it used to be, and now…”

“Mother…” Yang Zongxian looked at Dong Yue’e with tears in his eyes.

"Zongxian, don't be sad. Take good care of yourself and also take good care of Sijun for your mother." Dong Yue'e hugged Yang Zongxian and Yang Sijun, stroking the two children's heads with great affection.

“The eldest brother is like a father. From now on…” Dong Yue’e looked at her two children with reluctance in her eyes and said with a smile, “Find a good family for Sijun. I will only be selfish for this once in my life. Find an ordinary family for Sijun so that they can live a peaceful and stable life.”

"With the old matriarch, all the aunts, and the sons of the Yang family supporting us, we won't miss her."

Yang Zongxian nodded solemnly.

Dong Yue'e took a deep breath. Even if she was reluctant to leave, so what?

Dong Yue'e knew her own body all too well. Ten years of fighting had left her with countless injuries, both major and minor. On the surface, they might not seem like much, but those old, hidden wounds had accumulated in her body for a long time, and once they erupted...

In addition, he was seriously injured in the last battle and fell into a coma for more than a month after returning to Tianbo Mansion. Although he eventually woke up, his body was completely damaged.

Even though the military doctor didn't say anything to him, and even though Zongxian and Zongnian stayed by his side every day as if nothing was wrong and told him some interesting things about Tokyo.

Ultimately, it's her own body, and Dong Yue'e knew she wouldn't survive the winter.

"Zongxian, your mother doesn't want to stay in the dark underground."

"Auntie!"

Dong Yue'e smiled and stroked Yang Zongxian's cheeks with both hands: "Zongxian is looking more and more like your grandfather. Zongxian, your grandfather isn't there anymore, and your mother doesn't want to stay there either."

"I want to stay with your grandfather, through life and death." Dong Yue'e looked up into the distance and said softly, "Civilize me and turn me into ashes. If you ever go to war and pass through Jinshatan in the future, let me go with the wind and follow your grandfather's shadow."

"Mother!" Yang Zongxian shook his head desperately and cried out, "Father is already... already... gone without a trace, Mother, do you... must it be like this too?!"

“I know you’re heartbroken, but… I’m begging you as your mother. When a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out; the body is just a shell, and your mother doesn’t care.” Dong Yue’e took a deep breath and said with tears in her eyes, “Zongxian… please let your mother be willful this once.”

"Okay." Yang Zongxian nodded, his voice choked with emotion. "Your son promises, Mother."

"It's... a real pity!" Dong Yue'e's gaze passed over Yang Zongxian and Yang Zongnian and looked outside the door. The autumn wind was bleak, and the yellow flowers in the courtyard danced in the wind. Although they carried the desolation of autumn, they did not appear desolate. Instead, they exuded endless vitality, but...

"Originally... I wanted to dance for him again in that courtyard filled with blooming peach blossoms. I wanted to use... this red silk fan in my hand... to dance one more time..."

Dong Yue'e's voice grew softer and softer, the light in her eyes dimmed, and she suddenly collapsed against Yang Zongxian, her lips moving slightly as she murmured, "The peach tree is young and tender, its blossoms are bright and beautiful. This maiden is going to her husband's home..."

A single, glistening tear slid down Dong Yue'e's tightly closed eyes.

Yang Zongxian held Dong Yue'e tightly, whispering, "Mother... Mother..."

Yang Zongnian reached out and wiped away the tears on Dong Yue'e's face, reciting softly with tears in his eyes: "The peach tree is young and tender, its blossoms are bright and beautiful. This maiden is going to her husband's home, may she bring harmony to her family. The peach tree is young and tender, its fruit is plentiful. This maiden is going to her husband's home, may she bring harmony to her household. The peach tree is young and tender, its leaves are lush and green. This maiden is going to her husband's home, may she bring harmony to her family."

Crows cry and magpies chatter in the twilight trees, and the wind blows paper money across the open fields.

Ancient tombs stand in rows, covered in green spring grass; they are all places of death and separation.

"You've come." The man standing in front of the grave slowly turned around and looked at the young woman with long hair tied up, carrying a small bamboo basket in her right hand and a long skirt in her left, as she climbed the steps. He spoke softly.

"Brother." The young woman arrived at the grave, put down the small bamboo basket in her hand, and looked at the scar on the man's face with heartache in her eyes: "Brother, you are injured again."

"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about. I'll see how you are doing, little sister," the man said with a gentle smile, comforting the young woman.

“My husband treats me very well, so you don’t need to worry, brother.” The young woman seemed to want to say something, but in the end she shook her head and grinned broadly: “Brother, what treasure did you bring Grandpa this year?”

"Little sister, what treasures have you brought for your mother this time?" Although tears welled up in the man's eyes, he also grinned broadly like a young woman.

The young woman took out a reddish-yellow hair ornament from her small bamboo basket and said, "This is a hair ornament that my father made for my mother."

"It's this hair ornament!" the man said nostalgically. "I remember I was only three years old when my grandfather made this hair ornament for my mother on her birthday. My mother chased after him, hitting him and complaining that he, a general, was so stingy, and that the hair ornament was too ugly. Although she was criticizing the hair ornament, she was still laughing and chasing after my grandfather, putting the hair ornament on herself."

“My mother…” the young woman bent down and placed the hair ornament in her hand in front of her grandfather’s tombstone, saying, “She was always so hypocritical.”

“Mother just…liked to bully Grandfather. But Grandfather…also liked to be bullied by Mother.” The man took out a red hair ribbon embroidered with the character “An” from his pocket and placed it in front of his mother’s tombstone.

"Brother, why is it a hairband again! Except for those two clay dolls from the first year, why have you been wearing hairbands all these years!" The young woman glared at the man with displeasure. "It makes it seem like Mother has never given Grandpa anything!"

"Don't worry, little sister, Grandpa has plenty of treasures in his trunk, no less than Mother's. Just the clothes Mother made for him, he has kept quite a few at the bottom of his trunk."

"Big brother!" The young woman felt much of her frustration dispelled. Although she managed a forced smile, how could she possibly laugh in this situation? But now she was genuinely amused by her brother.

"I wonder how my parents are doing these days." The young woman squatted down, took out paper money from the small bamboo basket, and slowly burned it.

“They must be doing very well.” The man also squatted down and burned paper money, saying, “Mother must have found Grandfather and been reincarnated with him. Our Yang family is a family of loyal martyrs, with merits that will last for eternity. How could Heaven not bless Grandfather and Mother so that they may have a worry-free next life? That’s why we…”

The man took a deep breath and grinned, "Everyone comes to pay respects to our grandparents happily. My sister and I bring out their treasured possessions, and we're all happy. Even though... these are just two cenotaphs..."

"Grandpa and Mom will definitely be happy." The young woman burned the paper money in her hand, bowed to her grandparents' graves, and then looked at the man and said, "Yang Zongxian, next year... you must come again! Bring your treasures besides your hairbands and clothes!"

"Yes, I will." Yang Zongxian looked up into the distance: "I will definitely bring all of my grandfather's collection to Sijun to see."

“Then it’s a promise!” Yang Sijun said, looking at her brother with tears in her eyes.

"Okay." Yang Zongxian nodded.