303: Bao Xiruo's dying words

At this time, if rescue were timely, there was still hope.

"Jinger, it's Aunt who let your family down. If, if not for Aunt, all, all of this wouldn't have happened."

"I have let Tiexin down and failed to educate Kanger well, letting him commit such a monstrous crime."

"Now that Kanger is dead, I have no more attachments. I'm going down to atone for my sins."

"Jinger, you must live as a good man; never follow the path of your sworn brother."

"Live uprightly and act honorably; do not bring shame to the Guo family," Bao Xiruo exhorted.

Guo Jing cried like a child. Although Bao Xiruo wasn't his biological Aunt, she was considered his only relative in this world.

Unexpectedly, the moment they recognized each other became a final farewell, and his sworn brother died right before him, yet he could do nothing.

At this moment, Guo Jing felt like a piece of trash, unable to protect even those close to him.

"I promise you, I promise you, I will definitely be a good man," Guo Jing nodded in agreement while crying.

A gratified smile appeared on the corner of Bao Xiruo's mouth. She tried desperately to turn her head to see her son, but she had already exhausted her strength.

In the end, she failed to see her son one last time and died in Guo Jing's arms.

"Aunt..."

Guo Jing's cry of grief was so tragic it could move the heavens, making those around him feel heavy-hearted.

Nothing is more painful than being parted by death. Seeing a relative die before his eyes, how could Guo Jing not be in pain?

Duan Zhengchun, however, was expressionless. Having lived two lives and transmigrated to this world, he had grown accustomed to life and death.

This situation was not surprising at all. For Yang Kang to turn out like this, Bao Xiruo bore an inescapable responsibility.

Although she didn't know if her husband was alive or dead, having not seen him for all these years, she already had an answer in her heart.

Since that was the case, shouldn't you have educated the child well?

Now you regret it? There is no medicine for regret in this world.

"Let's go, there's nothing left for us here."

"A perfectly good meal, yet we encounter such a distressing matter. I really should have checked the almanac before leaving; how unlucky," Duan Zhengchun said, then took a step forward and vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already downstairs.

Seeing the vanishing Duan Zhengchun, Huang Rong finally snapped out of it, gave a cry of surprise, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Hey, wait for me, wait for me..."

Huang Rong was like a butterfly among flowers, using her Movement Technique to chase after him.

Seeing the Movement Technique Huang Rong used, Qiu Chuji was stunned. He felt like he had seen this Movement Technique somewhere before, but for a moment, he couldn't recall where.

Duan Zhengchun left with his people, leaving only the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, Qiu Chuji, and Guo Jing. Looking at the many corpses of soldiers downstairs, Qiu Chuji felt a sense of relief.

However, at the thought of the other party's identity, Qiu Chuji felt a headache coming on.

The Crown Prince of Jin, the newly appointed heir of the Jin Kingdom, had died just like that within the borders of the Great Song, and right near his own prince's mansion.

This time, the Jin Kingdom would definitely not let the matter rest.

"Daoist Qiu, I'm afraid this matter will cause great chaos. The Crown Prince of Jin's identity is not simple. If handled poorly, it might trigger a war between the two countries," Ke Zhene said to Qiu Chuji with a solemn tone.

"Yes, the Crown Prince of Jin was the newly appointed heir of the Emperor of Jin, which is to say, the next successor to the throne."

"Now, he has died here. Do you think the Jin Kingdom will just drop it?" Qiu Chuji said with a grim expression.

"What? The newly appointed heir of the Jin Kingdom? If that's really the case, then something big is truly going to happen," Ke Zhene said in astonishment.

"This matter originally had nothing to do with us; it was all done by that kid just now."

"We can report this matter truthfully to the Government and let them handle it," Zhu Cong said as he walked over with a folding fan.

"Now we can only do that. It's not like we're kicking him while he's down; this is simply the truth."

"With so many witnesses, he won't be able to deny it," Qiu Chuji nodded.

This matter was not something he could bear. If he took the blame, the entire Quanzhen Sect would likely be implicated.

Once that happened, the Quanzhen Sect would face the prospect of being destroyed.

He couldn't sacrifice the entire Quanzhen Sect for one person.

"Masters, I must first bury Aunt and Brother Kang," Guo Jing said with a sob.

"Sigh... It is only right. No matter what kind of person Yang Kang was, Lady Yang was still your Aunt after all," Ke Zhene sighed helplessly.

Guo Jing went to handle the funeral arrangements for Yang Kang and Bao Xiruo, burying them in the Yang Family Ancestral Hall in Niu Family Village.

However, he had expected the Yang Family Ancestral Hall to be in ruins, but to his surprise, when he saw it, he was quite taken aback.

Although the Yang Family Ancestral Hall was somewhat old, it was cleaned very thoroughly.

This meant that someone cleaned it regularly.

Guo Jing looked at the cleaned ancestral hall with surprise in his heart. The only Bloodline of the Yang family, Yang Kang, was dead. Based on Yang Kang's previous behavior, he would never have cared about these things.

Could it be Bao Xiruo?

That was the only explanation.

However, Guo Jing didn't notice that as he walked into the Yang Family Ancestral Hall, a middle-aged man with graying hair and beard appeared at the corner.

He was staring at Guo Jing's figure, and beside him was a graceful young woman.

These two were none other than Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci.

Back then, Yang Tiexin had only fallen off a cliff and didn't die. All these years, he had been searching for news of his wife and son.

But there was no news at all.

Every month he would return to Niu Family Village to pay his respects and clean the Yang Family Ancestral Hall.

Today was also his time to return and clean the ancestral hall, but he ended up seeing a young man kneeling inside. This made his heart race wildly.

Who on earth is this young man? Could he be a descendant of my Yang family? Is he really the son of Xiruo and me?

"Father, who is this person? Why is he in the Yang Family Ancestral Hall?" Mu Nianci looked at the young kneeling figure in confusion.

"I'm not sure. Let's go over and take a look." Yang Tiexin was now impatient to know the young man's identity.

Guo Jing knelt before the Tablets in the ancestral hall, burning paper money for Bao Xiruo and Yang Kang, feeling very sorrowful.

"Brother Kang, Aunt, I'm sorry. Guo Jing is incompetent and couldn't protect you."

"If I had the strength, I could have protected you. It's all my fault for being useless. I have let Uncle Yang down," Guo Jing looked at the Tablets above with a low mood.

These words happened to be heard by Yang Tiexin, who had just walked to the door, startling him.

These words immediately made him think of the young man's identity; he might be the son of his sworn brother Guo Xiaotian, Guo Jing.

It seemed that both brothers' wives were pregnant with sons back then.

But what was this about "Brother Kang" and "Aunt"?

Could they be his own son and wife? At the thought that they might be his son and wife, Yang Tiexin felt a sudden wave of dizziness, as if the world were spinning.