Yusui Chang'an

The grief-stricken An Zhixian knelt weakly along the tombstone and rested his head on it, just like when he was a child playing with his father and was held in his father's arms.

Taking off the veil, An Zhixian sobbed fragilely:
"Father, I am Chengxian... I am an unfilial son. I only came to see you today..."

Ling Yi, Ling Si, Ling Jiu and Ling Shi followed An Zhixian with red eyes. They pulled off their veils, knelt down and kowtowed, their bodies trembling with sobs. They kowtowed for a long time and were unwilling to get up. They were all in so much pain that they could not speak.

An Zhixian blamed himself for his playfulness and incompetence, why he had not found his mother's body yet, and why he had not found out the truth for so many years.

Ling Ni knelt down and burned the paper money and sacrificial items he brought for the four people. He wanted to get up and help An Zhixian, who was kneeling to Ling San and the other two, but was held down by Ling Yi.

Seeing his master, who usually stood tall and upright, now seemed like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, Ling Yi felt very uncomfortable. His master had lived such a hard life over the years.

Although kneeling down to Ling San and the others was not in accordance with etiquette, it was the only way for the master to relieve his sadness by expressing gratitude.

After a long time of worship, Ling Ni couldn't bear it anymore, so he stood up and helped An Zhixian up:

"Young Master, there is no need to blame yourself. The Master and the Princess are so happy to know that you are alive. You know, the Master has only three wishes in his life, and you are one of them. Even for the Master, please take care of yourself."

An Zhixian's legs were numb from kneeling for a long time. He staggered and temporarily leaned his weight on Ling Ni:
"Did he choose this place?"

Ling Yi nodded: "This was originally a barren mountain. On the day when Prince Kang and the master became sworn brothers, they passed by this place while sightseeing. The master was in a good mood that day and casually said that this place is suitable for retirement.

After the master left, Prince Kang razed the place to the ground and planted bamboo and wild flowers according to the master's preferences. In order to give me a place to stay with the master and to conceal my identity, he later sent people to build this house. "An Zhixian turned his lifeless eyes and looked around slowly. It was indeed what my father liked...

Turning around and looking at the sea of ​​flowers, An Zhixian's eyes lit up:
"The tombstone faces... northeast... the direction of Zhangzhou Mansion and Tai'an?"

Ling Ni sighed: "Yes. It was also arranged by Prince Kang, who said that it would allow the master to see his homeland..."

An Zhixian had complicated thoughts. When he was young, Liang Zechuan really loved him like his own nephew. Whenever they met in private, he would always bring him gifts he liked. No matter how hard it was to find or how much it cost, as long as he liked it, Liang Zechuan would take the trouble to find it for him.

At that time, his father and mother often joked that Liang Zechuan doted on him too much, and if he was spoiled and grew up to be a playboy, Liang Zechuan would be responsible.

What did Liang Zechuan say at that time? I have hated him for so long, and all the good things that happened in the past are almost gone...

Looking at the flowers swaying in the wind, the past covered with hatred seemed to have been blown away by the thick dust, slowly revealing its original appearance.

"Sir, I see you have finished your worship and the tea is ready. Shall we go over now?"

As he was reminiscing, Zhuo Yan's voice came from outside the woods. An Zhixian came back to his senses and quickly pulled on his face scarves with Ling Yi and the others. They looked at the grave again. They did not drink tea and followed Ling Yi out of the house.

When passing by Zhuo Yan, An Zhixian and Ling Yi paused for a moment and nodded to thank him. Zhuo Yan returned the greeting with a bow and stood at the gate, watching the group leave. (End of this chapter)