eurekapd Chapter 289 The Dilemma of Family and Country (Yan Yu's Side Story Part 1)
Chapter 289 The Dilemma of Family and Country (Yan Yu's Side Story Part 1)
Is it possible for July weather to be this cold?
Seeing that the ice was secretly transported back to northern Shanxi overnight, it was fortunate that the Yan family was wealthy and powerful, and they had prepared enough ice.
Otherwise, it would be questionable whether the body could be transported back to northern Shanxi intact.
When the young maid came out to greet them, she immediately saw the person covered with a white cloth and Yan Yu, whose face was as white as a ghost.
A hand fell from the white cloth, its five fingernails torn off, leaving only a patch of bright red, rotting flesh.
shocking.
The young maid couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she turned her head away, covered her face, and couldn't help but let out a sob, which sounded particularly loud in the quiet main hall, abrupt yet fitting.
It became a farcical lament.
Just a few days later, the silk in front of Yan's mansion changed to a different color again.
Joy upon joy, yet sorrow upon sorrow, both stemming from the same person.
Yan Yu dressed the man neatly and tidyly, and instead of letting her husband wear the unsightly funeral clothes, she thoughtfully changed him into a bright red wedding outfit.
He felt that this must be the gentleman's favorite outfit.
On his wedding night, he wore this outfit, and his eyes couldn't hide the smile.
As her husband's wife, she naturally wanted him to leave happily.
They were both dressed in wedding attire. If the underworld officials saw them, they would probably write in the Book of Fate that they were husband and wife.
Thinking of this, Yan Yu's eyes softened even more.
A layer of frost covered his handsome face, and the bone-chilling coldness indicated that the person before him was no longer alive.
Carefully wrapping the ten fingers with gauze, the fingertips regained their pure white color, as if the fingernails had never disappeared.
It is said that if a person's body is incomplete, their soul will also be incomplete after death.
All Yan Yu could do was try to salvage this battered body.
Those dozen or so deep, bone-revealing wounds, the flesh that was turned up but not closed after the autopsy, and all the other wounds, big and small—he would avenge every single one of the pains inflicted upon his master.
After careful cleaning and sewing, it was a bit ugly, but he hoped his husband wouldn't mind. The most important thing was that they could cross the Bridge of Helplessness completely.
I don't expect my husband to wait for me.
I only hope that you, sir, will not linger in this bitter life that has come to an end, but will drink the Meng Po soup and forget all your past lives.
The judge has determined the merits and demerits; the gentleman will surely be happy, fulfilled, peaceful, and joyful in his next life.
The little maid felt a pang of sadness at the sight.
It's probably true that good people don't last long, while evil ones live on for a thousand years.
Otherwise, how could Heaven have allowed such a good person to leave us?
The atmosphere in the main hall was so oppressive it was suffocating, with only the sound of the funeral banners fluttering in the wind.
Throughout the entire process, Yan Yu did not shed a single tear. He closed the coffin with a blank expression and personally drove in the wooden wedges.
Watching that upright and honorable man being buried in the deep pit, some of the more sentimental ones turned their heads away and secretly wiped away their tears. They dared not cry in front of Yan Yu, for fear of upsetting him.
Hearing the sobbing beside him, Yan Yu turned to look at the person, his eyes flickered slightly, then he looked away, holding Gu Yao's memorial tablet, showing neither sorrow nor joy.
In a sea of black and white, he was the only bright spot.
It is the ultimate in beauty, and also the bitterness that seeps into the bones.
His pale face, paired with his red clothes, made him look more like a demon than the person in the coffin.
After all the acquaintances had paid their respects, only Yan Yu remained standing there, dazed, holding the black and white memorial tablet, looking just like a widow who had lost her husband.
Oh, she really is a widow.
After offering incense to the people, Deputy General Bai turned around and saw Yan Yu still standing there. He went up to pat him on the shoulder and say, "Please accept my condolences." But Yan Yu moved his eyes first. "Ah Bai, you should go back first. I want to have a few words with the gentleman alone."
His hoarse, strained voice spoke slowly and deliberately, yet remained remarkably calm.
Deputy General Bai released his grip, sighed, and gently patted his shoulder.
"Don't do anything foolish, okay?"
A smile appeared on her beautiful yet pale face. She didn't look at the person in front of her, but instead looked past Vice General Bai at the stone tablet. Her gaze was distant, and she tried her best to suppress her trembling voice.
"I... I won't. I will become the executioner for you, sir, and slice those beasts off piece by piece."
All the sins of this body are mine alone. How can I die when those others have not died first?
His pale face was filled with ruthlessness, like a demon crawling out of hell.
Upon hearing this, the hand that was resting on the red-clad man's shoulder paused, and the deputy general sighed without saying anything more.
Yan Yu stood in front of the tombstone, staring at it for a long time without uttering a word.
He had a thousand words he wanted to say to his husband, but the frustration in his heart made him unsure of what to say.
He stretched out his fingertips and gently stroked the two characters "Gu Yao". Just looking at these two characters made his heart ache.
"gentlemen……"
A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, and in the silent forest, only a sigh remained.
Deputy General Bai was waiting for Yan Yu to come out, but he didn't expect the man to come out so quickly.
"You..." How did you get out so quickly?
Is Chen Bai still there?
Before Vice General Bai could finish speaking, Yan Yu asked a question first.
Looking at Yan Yu's still pale face, Deputy General Bai felt that something was different.
It's as if there's something new to pursue.
He didn't know where this feeling came from, but it was a good thing nonetheless.
No one knows what the two talked about, but judging from Chen Bai's burning gaze when he left, they could tell that the two must have reached some kind of agreement.
Chen Bai seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, and hurriedly packed his things to leave. Yan Yu did not stop him.
Before leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "Commander Yan, do you hate me?"
Her hand, which was holding the prayer beads, paused. Her beautiful fox-like eyes turned to look at the shrine in the room where Gu Yao's memorial tablet was placed, and her voice was distant, "How can I not hate him?"
Yan Yu did not say anything more.
If it weren't for saving Chen Bai, his husband might not have died.
If it weren't for that bullshit self-sacrifice to save others, they should have lived happily ever after.
Instead of being separated by death as we are now.
A silent atmosphere filled the space between the two, and Chen Bai understood Yan Yu's meaning.
Hated.
Chen Bai chuckled self-deprecatingly, twirled his fingertips, and placed them on the watch.
He hated himself too.
What merit or ability did he possess to warrant Ah Yao sacrificing himself to save him?
A-Yao is an intelligence genius; if he survives, he will be far more useful than he could have been.
Chen Bai closed his eyes, suppressed the deep sorrow in his heart, turned to Yan Yu and smiled lightly, "Then I'll keep my life as collateral for now. When the rain stops and the sun rises, you can do whatever you want with it."
But not now.
He carried the beliefs and wishes of two people on his back, determined to continue on his journey.
After saying that, Chen Bai stopped looking at the person sitting in the chair and turned to leave.
Yan Yu's eyes flickered, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, and he lowered his head.
Who cares?
The gentleman will not be coming back either.