Douro Continent

Chapter 472 Aunt Yuexuan (Part 2)

Everyone at Yuexuan was stunned, and Tang San was also somewhat dumbfounded, because he actually saw his father gently patting the beautiful woman's back, a tender expression on his face. It was hard to imagine that such an expression would appear on his father's face.

After a long while, the beautiful woman's sobs finally subsided. She slowly raised her head, gave Tang Hao a deep look, then turned to Tang San beside her. "Who is he? Your son with her?"

Tang Hao nodded silently. Yuehua straightened up, her eyes blurry with tears, and turned to Tang San. She raised her hand and touched Tang San's face.

Tang San frowned, and naturally took a step back, moving aside Yuehua's hand.

Yuehua frowned slightly. "Why are you hiding? I'm your aunt."

"Huh?" Tang San's eyes widened as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, then at his aged father. He simply couldn't see the two of them as siblings.

Tang Hao nodded to Tang San, "She is your aunt."

Yuehua reached out her hand again. This time, Tang San did not dodge. The word "aunt" was so unfamiliar in his memory, but the feeling of blood being thicker than water made him immediately lose all his guard against the woman in front of him.

Gently stroking Tang San's face, Tang Yuehua's eyes reddened again. "You look like your father when he was young, and you also look like your mother."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's defenses completely crumbled, and he lost all his previous imposing manner.

The people from Yuexuan were stunned. They never imagined that the dirty and down-on-his-luck old man in front of them would actually be the lady's brother.

Turning around, Tang Yuehua looked at Tang Hao with a hint of reproach and said angrily, "After all these years, you only now realize you want to come find me? Come on, let's go upstairs."

After saying that, Tang Yuehua grabbed Tang San's hand and turned to walk upstairs.

Tang Hao looked at his younger sister with some helplessness, but his expression at this moment was one of relaxation rarely seen in many years.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Tang Yuehua turned to the head steward, Aud, and said, "What you just saw never happened. You're in charge of this, understand?"

Aud quickly replied, "Yes, madam."

Tang Yuehua's hands were warm and soft; holding them, Tang San seemed to become a child again. She led Tang Hao and his son Tang San to the top floor of Yuexuan.

As they walked, Tang Yuehua wiped away her tears and asked Tang San, "Child, what's your name?"

"My name is Tang San."

Tang Yuehua's body stiffened slightly. She turned to look at Tang Hao and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

The top floor of Yuexuan was a huge hall, decorated even more elegantly than the first floor. Tang San, who was familiar with plants, was surprised to find that all the furnishings here were made of sandalwood, giving the entire floor a faint fragrance.

What is agarwood? It's a top-grade wood that's more expensive than its weight in gold. The furniture in this hall alone is worth astronomical sums.

There are four doors around the hall, their destinations unknown. The atmosphere here is comfortable, tranquil, quiet, and elegant. There's no excessive extravagance, but the subtle scent of wood brings a sense of peace.

Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "The top floor is my private space. No one can come up without my permission. Please sit down." She pressed Tang San down into a chair before turning to look at Tang Hao.

"Brother, what happened to you?" Her emotions, which had just calmed down, became agitated again when she saw Tang Hao's aged face.

Tang Hao smiled slightly, "Silly girl, when did you become so prone to crying? This isn't like you at all."

Tang Yuehua said angrily, "Isn't it all because of you? How many years has it been? You haven't sent a single word."

Tang Hao fell silent, walked over and sat down next to Tang San, lowered his head, and said softly, "Big brother, is he alright?"

Tang Yuehua paused for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "I don't know. You know my brother. He keeps everything to himself. Last time I went home, I accidentally saw him looking at portraits of the three of us when we were little. He didn't even notice me passing by."

Tang San felt his father's body stiffen slightly beside him. "I've let the sect down."

Tang Yuehua said calmly, "What's the point of saying all this now? You've finally come back. I'm not letting you leave again no matter what. You must come back with me. Your brother, he's always thinking of you."

Tang Hao smiled bitterly, "Go back? I'm no longer a member of the Clear Sky Sect. How can I go back? Yuehua, although I've let the sect down, I don't regret what I've done. My elder brother, isn't he married yet?"

Tang Yuehua's face darkened, a layer of frost settling over her elegant features. "Eldest brother isn't as emotional as you. He's more responsible and has a stronger sense of duty. The sect's future depends on him. He can only cherish his love by remaining unmarried. Second brother, don't you really want to go back and see him? The sect has become like this, the number one sect in the world has to hide. Do you know the pain of the sect's disciples? Come back with me. If the three of us siblings work together, I refuse to believe we can't defeat the Spirit Hall."

Tang Hao stood up and slowly walked to the center of the hall, his back to Tang Yuehua, and said, "Yuehua, my heart is dead. I no longer have the drive I once had. The moment A Yin died, my heart went with her. I can't help the sect much. I don't want to apologize to my elder brother. I believe he understands."

"Understand my ass. You, the youngest Title Douluo in the world, say you can't help the sect? Do you think your elder brother can understand you?" Tang Yuehua's body trembled slightly with anger.

Tang Hao stood there quietly, his back view looking so lonely.

Tang San also stood up and looked at the agitated Yuehua. "Aunt, please don't pressure Dad anymore. It's not that Dad is unwilling to help the sect. It's just that he can't anymore. His body..."

"Enough." Tang Hao interrupted Tang San. "Yuehua, I'm entrusting Xiao San to you. He just came from the City of Slaughter. Only you can help him the best." With that, he tossed a roll of sheepskin map into Tang San's hand. "One year later, follow the map back to the valley to find me."

After saying that, he walked straight outside.

"Stop!" Tang Yuehua ran over quickly, and perhaps because she was moving too fast, her palace dress made a tearing sound.

After taking a few steps behind Tang Hao, Tang Yuehua quickly placed one hand on his shoulder, and the domain fluctuations that Tang San had previously sensed reappeared.

Tang Hao stopped in his tracks. "Yuehua, tell my elder brother that Xiao San is my way of making amends to the sect. A year later, after he has met me, bring him back to the sect to acknowledge his ancestors. What I cannot do, he will do for me. Also, tell my elder brother that he is my son with A Yin, and he is my only son."

"Brother—" Tang Yuehua cried out. The next moment, Tang Hao's figure faded and disappeared before her eyes.

If Tang Hao wants to leave, how many people in this world can stop him?

Tang Yuehua stood there, tears streaming silently down her face. Twenty years had passed, and she was seeing her brother again, but their reunion was so short. She suddenly felt a deep, unbearable pain in her heart, not only because of Tang Hao's departure, but also because of the suffering her second brother had endured.

Tang San didn't move. His father had told him to stay, so he had no choice but to stay. He stood quietly behind Tang Yuehua, waiting.

After a long while.

Wiping away her tears, Tang Yuehua's eyes weren't swollen from crying. She slowly turned around, looking at Tang San with a complicated expression. "Did your father tell you about him and your mother?"

Tang San silently shook his head. "Could you tell me?"

Tang Yuehua sighed softly, "Since he's unwilling to tell you, I can't say anything more. Perhaps, a year from now, he'll tell you everything. I can tell he has a lot of confidence in you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said you were his way of giving an explanation to the sect. You should be nineteen this year, right?"

Tang San said, "Two months and nineteen days short."

Tang Yuehua smiled slightly, "Your father walked out of the Hell Road of the Slaughter City at the age of twenty-eight. You were almost ten years earlier than him. It seems you truly are the sect's hope. Do you know what he wanted you to learn from me by keeping you here for a year?"

Tang San shook his head blankly.

Tang Yuehua gazed intently at Tang San, "In the coming year, I will teach you various aristocratic etiquette and music."

"Are you kidding me?" Tang San stared in disbelief at his aunt, whom he had only met less than an hour ago.

Tang Yuehua said seriously, "Do I look like I'm joking? If you can't meet my requirements a year from now, I won't let you see your father."

Tang San stared blankly at his aunt in front of him. He never imagined that his father had brought him here not for cultivation, but to learn these things that he considered useless.

Tang Yuehua looked at Tang San's dazed expression with amusement. "Soon, you'll understand the benefits of these things. Having great strength alone isn't enough. Take your father, for example. He was powerful enough, but what has become of him? He doesn't want you to repeat his mistakes. From now on, I am your aunt and your teacher."

Tang San smiled wryly and said, "Auntie, do we really have to learn those etiquette rules?"

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