Chapter 311: Burial (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Who is he?!” Ji Qingshang pointed her fingers at Liu Huo and asked.

Liu Huo did not even care to lift his eyelids.

After Ji Qingshang’s shout, everyone then noticed Liu Huo, who was standing beside Ji Fengyan. after they saw him, they were all stunned. This young boy was extremely handsome and was comparable to the Grand Tutor, who had the t.i.tle of the most gorgeous young man. Even though he seemed a little young, after he had grown up, he was bound to be fatally beautiful.

Ji Qiu’s face darkened.

“Ji Fengyan, today is your father’s burial day. I don’t care about your nonsense every day, but today, how could you bring some unrelated person along? Aren’t you afraid of disturbing your father’s rest after death?”

Ji Fengyan looked at the faces of the Ji family and felt like laughing. She lifted her hands and pulled Liu Huo closer, then lifted her chin to speak, “Unrelated person? Eldest Uncle, you are wrong, little Liu Huo is my fiance. How was it inappropriate for him to send off my father today?”

Ji Qingshang’s eyes almost dropped out. Previously, she had heard that Ji Fengyan had fallen out with Lei Min because of a pretty boy. She had still thought of it as a shameless act, but.. who had expected the pretty boy that he had referred to was actually this gorgeous?

And even though Liu Huo did not speak, he did not hate Ji Fengyan’s touch, and it instantly made Ji Qingshang jealous.

Ji Qiu’s mouth twitched as he could not speak after hearing Ji Fengyan’s rebut.

He could only curse to himself, “shameless”, before he continued to ignore them.

Ji Linglong, who was at the side, was slightly stunned. She then realised that the young boy she met outside Ji Fengyan’s house was actually him.

“Father, it’s time. It’s better to let Youngest Uncle be buried in peace.” Ji Linglong took a step forward to mediate the situation.

Ji Qiu grunted but did not dare to drag on. He could only nod his head with his face still displeased.

Ji family’s guard carried Ji Yun’s funerary casket and slowly placed it into the dugout grave. Everyone was quiet in this instant. Linghe and the rest held in the sore feeling in their noses and their eyes turned red as they looked at the wooden box that buried their most revered person.

A cup of golden soil and a small box.

No matter how gloriously or miserably one lived, after they died, everything disappeared in that instant.

When the last scoop of soil covered the box, the people of the Ji family only had a small talk before they returned to the residence. The bright and sunny day had already been covered with dark clouds by now.

Ji Fengyan and Linghe continued to stand motionless in front of Ji Yun’s grave and did not have any intention to leave. Ji Qiu did not care about them and immediately asked others to leave first.

The quiet graveyard had become even more empty.

Ji Fengyan and ten over guards stood in front of Ji Yun’s grave. Seeing that cold and hard tombstone, it was hard to tell what they were thinking.

“Master, Miss is here to send you off, have a look…” after holding it for so long, Linghe still could not control the feeling that he had suppressed and tears rolled down silently.

The other guards were already weeping, but they still forced themselves to stand straight.

“Miss, even though Master did not return for many years, but before every battle, he would think about you. He had said that when he brought the armour back to repair, he would be able to see you.” Linghe’s lips were trembling and he looked at Ji Fengyan.

A general dies after 100 battles, whereas a warrior returns after ten years.

But his return was only as a box of ashes.