Hou Ye's palm heart is a black lotus

Chapter 792 The Crying (First Update)
One person stepped forward with a sorrowful expression.

"Second Miss Ye, we... have brought General Ye back! We hope you... can accept our condolences!"

There was no one behind Ye Chutang.

She asked Ayan to wait at home with Xiao Wu, and chose to come alone.

At this very moment, they are also anxiously waiting at home.

Ye Chutang bowed solemnly, "You have all had a long journey. The Ye family is deeply grateful."

Please don't say that!

The soldier quickly offered a helping hand; their faces were haggard from a long day's journey, but their eyes still held gratitude and remorse.
"If it weren't for General Ye, Duzhou would probably have fallen long ago, and we would have all died on the border. How could we have come back alive? He gave us our lives. It was we who failed to protect him, which is why he was lost in the chaos of battle..."

As he spoke, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

The soldiers carrying the coffin quickly bowed their heads and wiped away their tears.

The sky was overcast, with dark clouds gathering and rolling in from the horizon, looming over everyone's heads.

It was pitch black, and a wind was howling.

It was clearly June, but there was no heat at all; instead, there was a bone-chilling coolness.

Ye Chutang stepped forward and gently placed one hand on the coffin.

Snapped.

A raindrop fell, striking the coffin heavily, splashing water everywhere.

Ye Chutang intended to open the coffin and take a look, but was interrupted by the sudden downpour.

Her knuckles turned slightly white, but she finally let go.

"Please, everyone, I'm here to take Ah Feng home."

Someone in the crowd began to sob softly.

The rain started falling heavily!

……

A sudden storm quickly engulfed the entire world.

But the crowds on both sides of the street lingered, watching the procession of the departing spirits move forward through the rain.

A thick white mist enveloped the black coffin; before that, there was a slender figure with a straight back.

Ye Chutang's skirt was already stained with mud, and rain fell on her face and head, but she seemed oblivious, walking steadily step by step.

"Master, it's raining so hard, should we send an umbrella to Miss Ye? She's..."

Lian Zhou watched anxiously.

Shen Yanchuan looked at that all-too-familiar figure and slowly shook his head.

Lian Zhou hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.

The soldiers responsible for escorting the coffin couldn't bear to see it and hurriedly caught up, saying, "Miss Ye! You can't stand being soaked in the rain like this! Please take an umbrella!"

Ye Chutang kept walking, her dark eyes calm and serene.

“Ah Feng is brave and doesn’t shy away from swords and spears. As the elder sister, what is there for me to avoid in the rain?”

The man was startled and stood frozen in place, unable to utter another word of persuasion.

……

Ayan and Xiaowu were already waiting in front of the door.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost obscuring the view.

Xiao Wu bit her lip, her little hands tightly gripping Ye Jingyan, almost unwilling to blink, afraid of missing something.

Ye Jingyan noticed her nervousness and worry, and bent down to pull her into his arms.

"Don't be afraid."

He gently combed Xiao Wu's hair.
"Third Brother is here."

Xiao Wu looked at him and nodded vigorously.

She's not afraid!
Suddenly, footsteps came from the rain.

Ye Jingyan's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately turned around to look in that direction.

Through the white curtain of rain, that all-too-familiar figure gradually became clear.

Behind her was a procession carrying her remains.

The black coffin seemed to carry an invisible aura, pressing down heavily.

Ye Jingyan's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by something.

He put his arm around Xiao Wu and took a half step forward himself.

"Sister."

……

The coffin was eventually placed in the front hall of the Ye residence.

Ye Jingyan bowed to each of the soldiers who were carrying the coffin and thanked them, then saw them off at the door.

After finishing all this, when they returned to the front hall, they saw Ye Chutang still standing in front of the black coffin. "Sister."

He frowned and strode forward.
"You got wet—"

"Close the door," Ye Chutang interrupted him. "It's been a long time since we siblings have had a proper talk together."

Ye Jingyan paused, his gaze falling once again on the black coffin.

He suppressed the urge that was about to burst out of his chest, nodded, and turned to close the door.

It blocked out the sound of rain, and also blocked out countless eyes, both overt and covert.

Ye Chutang casually wiped the raindrops from her face. A cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, making her shiver.

But she didn't feel cold at all.

Her heart was burning with anxiety; she desperately needed an answer!
She took a deep breath, then stepped forward and placed her hands on the black coffin once more.

Xiao Wu clenched her two little hands and unconsciously stood on tiptoe, wanting to get a look.

Ye Jingyan also came to the side.

"Sister, let me do it."

Ye Chutang nodded.

After a moment, the black coffin was slowly pushed open.

A disfigured corpse lay quietly inside.

His tattered armor, stained with blood and filth, was a shocking sight.

It is no longer possible to tell.

Ye Jingyan's heart trembled violently.

He almost instinctively looked at Ye Chutang, "...Sister?"

Ye Chutang had not seen him show such a helpless expression, almost pleading, for a long time.

Except for that winter four years ago.

The little guy was short and couldn't see inside the coffin, so he could only stare intently at the two of them, his eyes red and trying to hold back his tears, constantly looking between them.

in the end……

Ye Chutang didn't speak, but simply reached out and brushed her hand across the already cold and stiff palm of the corpse.

Then, she removed the rotten armor and carefully examined the chest area.

The room was deathly silent, as still as a deep pool; even breathing had ceased.

Ye Jingyan felt a burning desire, but dared not urge him on. He felt as if a raging fire was burning in his throat, making it impossible for him to utter a single word.

Boom——!
A thunderclap rolled in from the horizon!

The originally dim room lit up for a moment, as if it had been coated with a layer of bright silver light.

The light also fell on Ye Chutang.

Her thick eyelashes finally trembled slightly, and her body, which had been tense for so long, finally relaxed.

"It's not Ah Feng."

Her voice was low, almost drowned out by the torrential rain.

However, Ye Jingyan heard it, heard it clearly!

In an instant! It felt like a huge burden had been lifted!

A glimmer of hope instantly appeared in his eyes. "Sister, is it true!?"

Although it was a question, he knew that if his older sister said so, she was absolutely right!

This person is not Ah Feng!
In other words, Ah Feng is very likely still alive!

Ye Chutang nodded.

Ye Jingyan was overjoyed and almost speechless. He closed his eyes, barely able to describe the excitement in his chest.

It was only then that he realized he was soaked in cold sweat.

Great, great!
Ye Jingyan came to her senses and immediately turned to look at Xiao Wu.

"Little Five, did you hear that? Big Sister said—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Ye Chutang finally realized what was happening, turned around, and was met with a pair of eyes filled with tears.

The tears that had been held back for so long could no longer be controlled and burst forth.

Xiao Wu cried so hard she could barely breathe, as if she were trying to pour out all the worries and fears she had accumulated over the past few days.

Ye Chutang felt a pang of sadness and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Okay, stop crying. This is a good thing, isn't it?"

Xiao Wu was breathing rapidly, and her small body was trembling.

Finally, she burst into tears with a sob.

“…Ah…Ah…Sister…!”