Pei Jue got up and left. In the room, only the wife of Yong'an Hou who was particularly sober, and Pei Zhang, who was sitting next to the bed.

Pei Zhang cried for a while, but his tears were dry and his eyes were red.

"Azhang," Mrs. Yong'an Hou's eyes stopped on her son's face: "My greatest wish is to see you marry and have children. Unfortunately, I will never see that day."

"You have been a stubborn temper since childhood. You like Cheng Jinrong, so you won't marry her. I originally thought that marrying her into the Pei family can keep her in the Pei family openly. It will also make you do what you want, which is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone."

"I never thought that so many things happened later. Cheng Jinrong was also a cruel person. She grew up with you. Her friendship for more than ten years is not comparable to that old thing. After she left the Pei family, she never looked back. The affection between her and you was cut off with one knife. She turned around and married the He family."

"I know you are in pain, but I let your father ask you for marriage to the Ye family. I thought that if you want to marry you with a higher family background, you will forget Cheng Jinrong."

"I did something wrong. Azhang, I shouldn't have forced you with your father."

"You are twenty years old and don't even have a wife yet. When you arrive in Lingnan, you heard that there are natives there and you can't speak. What should you do in the future? You can't never marry a wife for the rest of your life."

When he was dying, what his mother was most concerned about was his lifelong event.

Pei Zhang looked full of pain and heartbroken. He held his mother's hand hard, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Mother, live well. I will listen to you in everything."

"I forgot to marry a girl my mother likes and come back. I will have more children in the future. My mother will live well and wait for the day when she enjoys her grandchildren."

The Madam Yong'an Hou was so conscious that she could hear that light came out of her eyes. It seemed that she had seen this scene with her own eyes.

After a while, the wife of the Marquis of Yong'an opened her mouth: "Okay, when that day comes, remember to burn a few more incense sticks for me. I am also happy for you in the underworld."

Pei Zhang seemed to be blocked by something in his throat, and he couldn't speak at all.

Mrs. Yong'an Hou said again: "I'm dead, don't be sad. Your father made a big mistake back then, and I was also an accomplice. Your father threatened Pei Wanru in the secret room, so I hugged the young Cheng Jinrong and pinched her hard, making her cry and shout, forcing Pei Wanru to bow her head."

"Later, Pei Wanru entered the palace. I went to the palace every month to 'plead for peace', and always threatened her with children as a handle. Pei Wanru loved her daughter Rusheng, and for the sake of Cheng Jinrong's safety, she had to obey us in everything. Cheng Wang also went to work as a military doctor in the border army for more than ten years. The father and daughter were separated for more than ten years."

"Now I think about it, we are really a sin. The good family has been broken up by us."

"For more than two months, every night, I dreamed of Pei Wanru's desperate appearance whenever I closed my eyes. I also dreamed of the young Cheng Jinrong crying in a low voice and asking for her mother."

"Also, I dream of your father every day. I dreamed of him being in a rotten and stinky manner. He held my hand and asked me to go with him."

"Whatever cause is planted, what kind of result is obtained. These are the evil causes we planted back then. Now we have all suffered evil retribution. Your father cannot die well, and I deserve it today."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Yong'an's breathing suddenly became rapid, her face was flushed and her eyes were shiny.

She used all her last strength to hold Pei Zhang's hand tightly and shouted the last sentence: "Azhang, don't forget to promise me. You must marry and have children, and pass on the incense of the Pei family's legitimate branch..."

Then, the light in the eyes of Mrs. Yong'an Hou extinguished, and her tightly held hands slowly loosened and landed on the edge of the bed.

But her eyes were not closed, and she still looked in Pei Zhang's direction.

Pei Zhang's eyes were covered in grief, but he did not cry anymore.

He knelt down beside the bed and whispered: "Mother, I promise you. I will marry and have children, and inherit the Pei family's legitimate lineage. Close your eyes with peace of mind!"

Mrs. Yong'an Marquis finally closed her eyes and went west.

...

Mrs. Yong'an closed her eyes in the middle of the night, and the news of her death quickly spread.

The Pei clan members soon learned the bad news and started crying in a low voice. Among them, two female relatives who were close to Mrs. Yong'an Hou, went into the house crying, changed into a clean dress for Mrs. Yong'an Hou, and tidied up her appearance.

Commander Li also rushed over after hearing the news.

Pei Zhang's eyes were full of grief, and he could barely hold on: "General Li, I want to find a coffin to bury my mother."

During the exile, it was inconvenient to find the coffin. The three Pei clans who died in front were buried in a straw mat. Pei Zhang now only wanted his mother to lie in the coffin and be buried.

Commander Li agreed without saying a word: "Okay. It's about twenty miles away from the nearest town. I'll ask you to ride a horse and buy a coffin to come back."

Pei Zhang bowed and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Commander Li."

"Young Master, don't have to be too polite." Commander Li helped Pei Zhang up, his words were earnest and sympathized with him: "Life and death are destined. The dead are gone, and the living must always live. Please forgive me! For so many people of the Pei clan, please take care of yourself."

Pei Zhang nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

It turns out that the feeling of losing a mother is so painful.

Cheng Jinrong lost her mother before she could remember it. She never knew what maternal love felt like in those ten years. How did she get through such a life?

If someone hurt his biological mother like this, how could he forgive him?

Cheng Jinrong did nothing wrong. With such hatred between them, they have no chance of becoming a couple.

"Brother," Pei Jue's hoarse voice rang in his ears: "I'll stay by my mother with you."

Pei Zhang looked up slowly and binily, looked at Pei Jue for a moment before nodding.

Pei Jue had red eyes and knelt on the edge of the bed with Pei Zhang.

It was not until dawn that more than a dozen imperial guards who had gone out dragged the coffin back. Fortunately, there was a wooden cart, and the thick coffin was carried on the wooden cart and then pulled it back with a horse.

Pei Zhang and Pei Jue lifted the body of Mrs. Yong'an Hou and put it into the coffin.

Mrs. Yong'an Hou had just died, but her face had not yet turned blue, and she was as calm as if she was asleep.

The moment he closed the coffin, Pei Zhang's eyes suddenly turned red.

Pei Jue couldn't help but burst into tears.

Hundreds of Pei clan members knelt down and cried together.

The wife of the Marquis of Yong'an was the wife of the Pei clan. With this death, the Pei clan members seemed to have lost their backbone. Thinking of the pain during the exile and the uncertainty of the future, they were even more sad. For a moment, the crying sounded shocked the sky.

Pei Zhang did not cry anymore.
Chapter completed!