Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

Song Yinjian turned around and walked into his bedroom, where he had a good nap.

When I woke up, it was already noon.

As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a customer, a young man with a sad face. He choked up and said, "Boss Song, my wife is dead, and my baby is dead too, wuwuwu..."

As he spoke, the man covered his face with his hands, and his sobs became more and more shrill.

Song Yinjian's heart sank. He took a step forward and patted his shoulder gently. "The deceased is gone. Please accept my condolences."

But the man seemed to be deaf to Song Yinjian's consolation and just kept crying bitterly. His crying was heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

In the end, the man was extremely sad. He suddenly hunched his body, covered his chest with both hands, and began to dry heave one after another. He looked as if he wanted to vomit out his heart, liver, and lungs.

Song Yinjian on the side shook his head slightly. There was nothing he could do but say a few words of comfort.

After a long while, the man's sadness finally eased a little, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Boss Song, thank you for your help."

Song Yinjian nodded, "Don't worry, I will definitely ensure that your wife and child pass away peacefully."

Afterwards, he went to the courtyard to pull out his donkey cart, put away the funeral items, called Shen He, and then, led by the man, they went to his residence together.

Through chatting on the road, Song Yinjian learned that the man's name was Zhang Xiaoshun.

This morning, his pregnant wife Qiao Yue went into labor and suffered a heavy hemorrhage. She and her unborn child unfortunately passed away.

When Song Yinjian heard about this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In this era when medical technology is not well developed, childbirth is a hurdle for many frail women.

After walking for a while, everyone arrived at their destination.

What appeared before my eyes was a house. Although it looked shabby, it was full of traces of the owner's careful care and had a unique sense of cleanliness.

In front of the house, several red chrysanthemums are blooming wildly, their petals are gorgeous and swaying gently in the breeze.

Zhang Xiaoshun's eyes fell on the chrysanthemums planted by his wife, and tears instantly burst out again, rolling down his haggard face.

With trembling hands, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door with great effort.

Song Yin stepped into the room. The light in the room was a little dim, and what caught his eye was the female corpse lying quietly on the bed.

In her arms lay the body of a baby, its small body curled up, its tender face still bearing the regret of having withered before it even blossomed.

Song Yinjian believed that he had seen many life and death situations and rarely felt any turmoil in his heart, but at this moment he still felt his breathing was a little heavy.

Zhang Xiaoshun staggered to his wife's body. Looking at her tired and painful face, his heart collapsed again and he lay on the bed crying bitterly.

"Qiao Yue, wuwuwu..."

His crying attracted the neighbors around, who stood at the door and talked about it.

"Qiaoyue is such a miserable child. Such a good person is gone just like that. God must be blind."

"Hmph! If you ask me, it's all that damn Qianyu Chamber of Commerce's fault. When they heard Qiaoyue was pregnant, they fired her. Zhang Xiaoshun went over to argue with them, and they nearly broke his leg."

"Alas, this is the way the world is."

"..."

As Song Yinjian listened to the discussions outside, his expression grew colder and colder, and the murderous intent in his heart could not be suppressed.

After a long while, Zhang Xiaoshun, tired of crying, dragged his exhausted body to Song Yinjian and said, "Boss Song, thank you for your help."

Song Yinjian nodded, turned around and walked out of the house, taking the funeral items from the donkey cart into the house.

Due to the difference between men and women, the task of cleaning Qiao Yue's body was assigned to Zhang Xiaoshun.

After the cleaning was completed, Song Yinjian looked solemn. He held up the shroud with both hands and carefully dressed Qiao Yue and her children one by one.

Then, it was time to prepare her remains.

Soon, the faces of Qiao Yue and her child gradually lost the sadness and fatigue of the world, and became peaceful and calm, as if they had just fallen into a deep sleep, and would wake up at any time under the caress of the warm sun.

Zhang Xiaoshun knelt down beside him, tears streaming down his face. He cried out Qiao Yue's name and begged her to open her eyes and look at him again.

However, she and her child had completed their life journey and were destined not to wake up.

Chapter 62: The Joys and Sorrows of the World

Qiao Yue is a gentle traditional Liyue woman, hardworking and kind. Even though life is hard, she still loves life very much.

However, fate is too cruel for reality.

Not only did she lose her own life, she also lost her child, leaving her husband Zhang Xiaoshun living alone in this cold world.

At this moment, Song Yinjian, wearing a pure white robe, was reciting scriptures for rebirth for her and her children in the house, using these scriptures as a bridge to send them to the afterlife peacefully.

After finishing the recitation, he walked out. Outside the house, the night was as dark as ink, like an all-encompassing net, tightly wrapping up the sorrow of the world.

He looked up at the dark night sky, and then, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a soft touch from behind, and a pair of arms were wrapped around my waist like warm and beautiful jade.

"Junior brother, are you feeling better?"

Shen He's voice was cold but contained a hint of concern.

The sadness that had been pent up in Song Yinjian's heart instantly dissipated. He softly replied, "Better now. Thank you, Senior Sister."

"Yeah." Shen He responded.

After a moment of silence, the arms that had been around him quietly loosened, leaving him feeling a little lost.

Silent all night.

The next day, just as the sky was turning pale, Song Yinjian was already standing solemnly beside Qiao Yue, continuing to recite the sutras for rebirth.

Qiao Yue was very popular, and there was an endless stream of people coming to pay their respects, filling this originally quiet residence to the brim.

Not long after, Song Yinjian presided over the farewell ceremony.

Everyone took a last look at Qiao Yue and said goodbye to her.

Zhang Xiaoshun kept lying beside her, crying bitterly and fainted several times.

Many people advised him to look forward and live a good life.

But for him, life has lost all meaning.

After the farewell ceremony, Song Yinjian began to prepare for cremation.

Zhang Xiaoshun, however, held Qiao Yue tightly, his eyes wide open, his expression frantic, and he shouted, "My Qiao Yue was just asleep, how could she die! She will definitely wake up soon, don't touch her!"

The cry was filled with despair and self-deception, making everyone present feel sad and cry.

Friends and family gathered together, tried their best to persuade him, and spent a lot of effort before he finally accepted the cruel and cold reality.

As the flames engulfed Qiao Yue and her child's bodies, Zhang Xiaoshun's eyes were like two dry wells, without a trace of light, only endless emptiness and dead silence.

Soon, the cremation was over, and Song Yinjian handed two exquisite urns, one large and one small, to Zhang Xiaoshun, who had a wooden expression.

"Do they need to be buried?" he asked softly.

Zhang Xiaoshun's face was devoid of any anger. He shook his head blankly and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to be with my wife and son."

After saying that, he held the urn in both hands and carefully placed it in a corner of the house, as if he was afraid of disturbing the family members sleeping inside.

Then, he dug out a purse and handed it to Song Yinjian with both hands, "Boss Song, this contains all the belongings that Qiao Yue and I have accumulated over the years. You must accept it."

Song Yinjian took the purse, weighed it, and estimated that it was about 50,000 or 60,000 Mora.

He took out 20,000 Mora from it and said, "This is the hard work fee for me and my senior sister. You should keep the rest!"

Zhang Xiaoshun shook his head. "Money has no meaning to me anymore. Qiaoyue is dead, my baby is dead, and I don't want to live anymore. Boss Song, maybe I'll have to trouble you again."

Song Yinjian persuaded: "Qiaoyue definitely doesn't want to see you like this, live well."

As he said that, he stuffed the purse back into Zhang Xiaoshun's hands.

Afterwards, Song Yinjian comforted him for a while, and only after seeing that he had recovered a little from his sadness did he leave with Shen He.

On the way back, there was silence.

When they walked to the busy streets in the city center, a festive convoy of dozens of meters long was constantly throwing mala and candies everywhere, attracting a large number of passers-by, who pushed and scrambled frantically, blocking the wide streets.

Song Yinjian had no choice but to stop and wait for the convoy to pass by.

At this time, I heard the discussions of passers-by.

"This Mr. Qian from the Qianyu Chamber of Commerce is truly remarkable. He's already over sixty years old, yet he managed to have his Ninth Concubine, who's less than twenty years old, give birth to a boy."

"Let me tell you a little gossip. This Ninth Concubine is actually his son's mistress!"

"There's such a thing! Then, could Mr. Qian's youngest son be his grandson?"

Passersby were obviously more interested in this kind of gossip, and immediately started to explore it one after another.

When Song Yinjian heard the words "Qianyu Chamber of Commerce", his originally calm eyes gradually became very cold.

About half an hour later, the convoy gradually moved away and the streets became clear again.

The people stuck on the road did not show much disgust, as if they were already accustomed to the practices of the Chamber of Commerce.

Song Yinjian led the donkey cart back to Xianjiali with an expressionless face. After packing up his things, he sat alone in front of the counter of the shop.

It was not until the evening that he slowly got up from the counter and prepared to go out to buy groceries.

Just then, a neighbor of Zhang Xiaoshun ran over and told him that Zhang Xiaoshun had hanged himself.

After hearing this, Song Yinjian let out a long sigh.

Afterwards, he pulled the donkey cart out again and took Shen He with him to deal with Zhang Xiaoshun's funeral.

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Two days later, the Seven Stars' regular meeting was held in Yuehai Pavilion.

Chapter 63: Ten Thousand People and Me, How Do You Choose?

As night falls and the lights come on, the Qun Yu Pavilion sparkles in the darkness.

Ningguang's face was stern. After listening to Ye Lan's statement, anger surged in her heart. She suppressed it and said coldly, "This Qianyu Chamber of Commerce must be properly cleaned up!"

Ye Lan crossed her arms across her chest and reminded, "The Qianyu Chamber of Commerce employs nearly 10,000 female workers, and behind them are 10,000 families.

If we want to rectify it, we must carefully consider the possible consequences.”

Ningguang felt that this was a very tricky situation. If not handled properly, it would lead to very serious consequences.

She pondered for a long time, and finally sighed softly, "Let the Criminal Law Department punish those who hurt Qiao Yue and Zhang Xiaoshun first."

Ye Lan frowned slightly, "You know, Song Yinjian's behavior at the meeting today definitely didn't mean this was the result he wanted."

Ningguang looked helpless. "That can't be helped. To thoroughly rectify the Qianyu Chamber of Commerce and similar large chambers of commerce, we can only take it slow."

Ye Lan was unwilling to accept this, but she had no choice but to say, "I will supervise the Criminal Law Department to handle the case strictly."

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The night was as dark as water. In the courtyard of the immortal family's etiquette, Zhongli and Song Yinjian sat facing each other. The fragrant tea on the table was emitting wisps of mist, and the fragrance of tea was everywhere.

A trace of guilt crossed Zhongli's face, and he spoke slowly, "The greatest fault for Qiaoyue's family's misfortune lies with me. As their god, I failed to let them live a happy life."

Song Yinjian, however, smiled and said leisurely, "Emperor, you don't have to blame yourself for this. Under your wise leadership, our elderly Qiancai Guild President was able to have his eighth concubine, who could be his granddaughter, give birth to a son."

When Zhongli heard this, his face instantly turned as dark as charcoal. How could he not hear the sarcasm in this guy's words?

After a while, he said firmly, "Whatever you want to do, I support you!

The smile on Song Yinjian's face faded, and he became increasingly stern. "What if I want a knife?"

Zhongli's expression remained unchanged as he resolutely replied, "Then I'll give you this knife."

Song Yinjian then asked, "If you had to make a choice, between ten thousand people and me, how would you choose?"

Zhongli hesitated for a moment, then said, "I choose you."

Song Yinjian shook his head slightly, "Your hesitation is already a choice."

After saying that, he stood up with little interest and walked towards his room listlessly.

Halfway through the journey, Song Yinjian said, "Starting tomorrow, I will no longer be going to Yuehai Pavilion."

Zhongli looked calm. He raised his hand to pick up the teacup, drank the remaining tea in it, and then stood up and left.

Song Yinjian lay on his bed, looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.