Yusui Chang'an

An Zhixian and his group mounted their horses and followed Ling Ni for nearly two hours before arriving at a secluded place surrounded by mountains on one side and water on three sides.

Ling Ni pointed to a small farmyard not far away:

"That's it. There are some formations and traps ahead. Young master, you must follow my steps closely."

An Zhixian looked around and nodded, leaving the guards to wait here and only taking Ling Yi and the other three with him.

Following Ling Yi, we walked down a slightly rugged slope and across a long and winding trestle bridge before we arrived at the gate of the farmyard.

In the side room of the courtyard, there were firewood, farm tools, and a flock of chickens and ducks. In the main hall, there were simple tables and chairs, plain cups, and everything was kept clean and tidy, just like an ordinary farmer's home.

After Ling Yi and a few others passed through the main hall and turned to the ordinary backyard, they pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the real inner courtyard. The scene became completely different, with a quiet and elegant atmosphere everywhere.

As he was looking around, a burly man in rough clothes came out with a broom in his hand. He was about to scold him, but when he saw Ling Yi, his expression softened immediately:
"My Lord, you are back? They are?"

Ling Ni nodded and signaled to the man:
"Zhuo Yan, they are my old friends. I brought them here to pay homage to them."

The man named Zhuo Yan glanced at An Zhixian and the other three who were wearing black scarves, but his eyes were still alert:
"Why didn't Ning Jin and the others come back?"

Ling Yi: "I asked them to escort the prince back to Yeliang. They will be back in a few days. Please help me boil some water and go and do your work. They will leave after the worship and there is no need to arrange for them to stay."

Zhuo Yan: "The prince has instructed that for your safety and the peace of the four adults, outsiders are not allowed to know about this place, let alone set foot here. For so many years, the prince has always come here alone. You..." Ling Ni waved his hand to interrupt:

"The prince also told you to listen to me. Besides, the prince also knows that they are here."

Hearing that Liang Zechuan knew, Zhuo Yan nodded, stepped aside, and watched Ling Ni lead his men in. He saw one of the men in black carrying a bamboo basket full of paper money. Zhuo Yan's vigilance eased a little, and he obediently went to boil water.

Ling Yi led a few people up the hill, climbed to the highest point, and walked into a bamboo garden, where they saw four tombs surrounded by bamboo on three sides. The larger main tomb stood in the front, and three smaller tombs stood neatly behind the main tomb. There were no words on the four tombstones.

The tomb was clean and free of weeds. The remaining candles, wine glasses, offerings, and the ashes of new and old paper money in front of the tomb all showed that people often worshipped here.

The area in front of the tomb is open and filled with colorful flowers, forming a sea of ​​flowers, and further ahead is a cliff.

An Zhixian looked at the four graves, his heart felt like it was being gnawing at by ants. Pain crept up to the tip of his nose and spread to every part of his body, making it impossible for him to take a step forward.

Through her tearful eyes, she seemed to see the four people in the grave. Just like when he was alive, my father stood in the front, his bright smile full of love. Ling San and the others stood behind my father, smiling at him...

An Zhixian's eyes were sore, but he forced them open and dared not close them. He forced a smile at the few people, timidly stretched out his hand tentatively, and took slow steps, fearing that he would scare away the sight in front of him.

After slowly approaching with the hope of surprise, he found that his voice and smile were still there, but what he touched was a cold and stiff tombstone. An Zhixian stroked the tombstone, closed his eyes with a heartache, bent his waist and took a deep breath, letting his tears roll down and hit the tombstone. (End of this chapter)