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Until she returned home to County Town, Ziyan finally gathered her spirits and went to her mother Zhou's side. Ling Yuxuan turned and disappeared from the scene.
At that moment, Zhou had already fainted several times due to overwhelming sorrow. Seeing this, Ziyan and her sister helped their mother up to the second floor into her sister's room, where Ziying had become much stronger.
She gently instructed her sister to go back to her own room and rest for a while, saying that she would take care of their mother alone for now.
Ziyan did not refuse; after a long journey and the jostling of the carriage, followed by a night spent rushing to Zijia Village, she was indeed exhausted and could barely hold on.
So, she quietly left her sister's room.
Soon, she found herself back in the courtyard next to the coffin stored there, as she wanted to quietly say goodbye to her father. Facing his body, she slowly spoke: "Father, I have honored your last wish and did not kill them. But while they can escape the death penalty, they cannot escape punishment."
As she said this, Ziyan felt a pang in her nose; this was the last time she could speak face-to-face with her father. "Father, you can rest assured! I will take good care of Mother and my sister, and I will find a good match for my sister."
After bidding farewell to her father, Ziyan watched as the coffin was closed and then nailed shut. It felt as if someone had pierced her heart with a needle.
Once the burial ceremony was over, she returned to her room with the help of Yang Xiaodie. As soon as she fell onto the bed, she drifted into a deep sleep.
In her dream, she saw her father Zi Lao Er, who smiled at her with a silly grin and comfortingly said, "Daughter, I am leaving. From now on, this family will depend on you to support it."
"Yes, Father, have a safe journey. I will definitely hold this family together," Ziyan replied obediently in her sleep.
"Daughter, I am so useless; I let you all suffer too much in the past!" Zi Lao Er said as he began to shed tears in the dream.
"Father, you don't need to say that. The past was just life's helplessness; I understand," Ziyan wanted to reach out and grasp her father Zi Lao Er's hand.
But then Zi Lao Er vanished from the dream.
When she woke up again, she found herself lying in that familiar embrace, with both hands tightly holding one of his large hands.
Ziyan wanted to speak but was interrupted by Ling Yuxuan saying, "Shh! Don't move; just rest a little longer." After speaking, Ling Yuxuan adjusted the blanket for Beloved Child.
Ziyan adjusted her sleeping position slightly. She nestled back into his embrace and fell asleep peacefully again, knowing that only this embrace could bring her the most solid sense of security and comfort in this life.
A few days later.
On the day when Zi Lao Er's coffin was transported back to the ancestral grave in Zijia Village for burial, it was also the first day that the old residence's people were exiled.
At the entrance of Zijia Village, Purple Old Man witnessed the reality he had long refused to accept: being carried into the village was the coffin of his second son, whom he had never favored.
Thinking about the series of tragedies he had caused with his own hands, and knowing that he was about to set off for a border area in the far north of Nanchu Kingdom, Purple Old Man finally shed a few tears of regret.
But now, he knew that no matter what he said, it was useless; his second son was dead. His family was ruined. That was the truth!
“Father, let’s go.” Just then, his third son urged him as Purple Old Man kept looking back at the new house built by him and his descendants and then at the funeral procession for his second son.
Could they not leave? A large group of officials surrounded them on all sides; they were ordered to escort them north. They also carried orders that anyone who disobeyed or attempted to escape halfway would be executed immediately.
Thus, not only the old residence's young and old, men and women, but also the village chief's family—young and old, men and women—at this moment, these villains no longer had their usual arrogance!
Instead, they walked along with drooping heads or expressions of deep reluctance, taking a step or two before wanting to turn back for one last look at their hometown, reluctantly heading toward an unknown place in the distance.
Several more days passed, marking the seventh day after Zi Lao Er's death.
Ziyan brought her mother and sister along with others back to the village to pay respects and burn offerings for Zi Lao Er. As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, they saw many villagers—men, women, and children—gathered there to welcome them.
Almost every household spontaneously brought along paper money and firecrackers. When they saw Ziyan and her group, they rushed over. Some even set off firecrackers to celebrate their arrival.
“Second Brother’s wife, Yan'er sisters, we are so grateful that you managed to drive away those bullies from our village! Over these years, we honest families have suffered greatly at the hands of the village chief’s family,” said the first person to step forward—a man with a limp.
Zhou recognized him immediately. “You… you are Zi Caishou?” Zhou not only recognized him but also remembered that Zi Caishou was one of the most honest families in the village back in the day.
Because the Village Head's House coveted a piece of prime farmland from his family, they attempted to exchange it for some third or fourth-grade fields on the hillside. It was precisely because he refused this coercive deal that the two sons of the Village Head's House brutally broke his legs.
He had gone to the county office to report the incident, but it was useless. The office had already been bribed by the Village Head's House, so Zi Caishou could only swallow his anger and let the matter rest.
Once the first person spoke out, a second, third, and even more people came forward to express their gratitude to the Ziyan family!
At this point, Ziyan realized that the Village Head's family had committed many immoral acts in the village. The two grandsons of the Zhi Family Old Residence later followed in the footsteps of the Village Head's House's sons, engaging in many despicable acts that violated human ethics.
For example, there was an honest family's Little Girl, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old and was defiled by Zi Xiaobao. In this era, if one married a defiled girl, it could be seen as redeeming oneself through marriage.
However, Purple Old Man looked down on her family's circumstances and insisted that his grandson deny responsibility, leading to deep-seated hatred among the villagers towards the Zhi Family Old Residence.
While Zhou and Murakami were discussing these distressing matters, several other households immediately lit up some "Earth Red" firecrackers. It seemed these villagers were celebrating the removal of two major scourge families from the village!
At this moment, Ziyan realized that not only had she avenged her father, but she had also rid Zijia Village of two great evils.
Now that these two pestilent families had been eliminated by Ziyan, Zijia Village could finally enjoy peace. Thinking of this, a look of relief finally appeared on Ziyan's face.
With the participation of Murakami's villagers, on the seventh day after Zi Lao Er's passing, those firecrackers and paper offerings burned continuously throughout the morning without finishing.
As Ziyan's family was leaving, the villagers accompanied them all the way to the village entrance at Official Road before stopping.
At the same time, both Ziyan and her sister Ziying felt that Zhou seemed much more at ease today. Thus, the two sisters exchanged wry smiles as a small comfort.
The carriage continued on its way, surrounded by clear skies and blue heavens with fluffy white clouds drifting like cotton.
Ziyan finally felt much more relaxed and even began to take an interest in her surroundings, admiring the beautiful scenery along the way. Although it was already late autumn, Hengfeng County Town, being close to the southernmost part of their region, was still about six or seven degrees warmer than Chuchun Provincial Government.
Therefore, Hengfeng County Town did not resemble some northern areas where leaves turned yellow and grass withered. On the contrary, everything here thrived with lush greenery and vibrant life everywhere.
As she looked and thought, Ziyan suddenly felt nostalgic for Hot Spring Valley. After days of sadness and turmoil, Ziyan was truly exhausted both physically and mentally.
Having settled her mother and sister, it was time for her to return to Hot Spring Valley for a short stay, to see the herbs that Master Qin Ming and the brothers had planted. She longed for those simple and peaceful days of rising with the sun and resting at sunset.
Next, Ziyan took her mother and sister back to their home in County Town. She stayed with them until late at night when they gradually fell asleep.
Then Ziyan set off with her Demonically Charming Man, heading straight for Hot Spring Valley on this moonlit night.
At this time of year, there was already a noticeable temperature difference between day and night. Under the moonlight, the tall and handsome young man gently draped a thin cloak over his Beloved One. His touch was so tender and considerate that it moved Ziyan deeply, prompting her to respond with a sweet smile at his graceful demeanor.
When they arrived at Hot Spring Valley, where they had shared countless days and nights together, they exchanged no words but looked into each other's eyes with a mutual understanding. Ling Yuxuan gently helped her remove the luxurious thin cloak and long coat. Ziyan then stepped into the Hot Spring Pool, fully immersing her weary body in the warm water.
Instantly, that long-lost feeling of comfort and refreshment surged through her entire being. Ziyan tilted her chin back and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling completely relaxed in an instant.
Soon after, when Ling Yuxuan joined her by shedding his upper garment, Ziyan comfortably leaned against him, enjoying that long-awaited sense of ease. Gradually, just like before, she quickly drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
In her dreams, she followed the Demonically Charming Man wearing a Golden Mask to a beautiful Cliffside Terrace on a mountain peak they had never visited before.
Ling Yuxuan played his Jade Flute, the melody enchanting and melodious. Inspired by the music, Ziyan began to dance gracefully along with its tune.
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