Xiao Wan, what are you thinking about!
"Sister Weiwei, I'm sorry~"
Lin Xiaowan threw herself into Chu Youwei's arms, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed brokenly. "It was all because of our Lin Family that your parents..."
Two trails of tears slid down Chu Youwei's face as well. Empathizing with her pain, she embraced Lin Xiaowan.
"This has nothing to do with you. It was all their own choice. My father died protecting the principles he held dear. He blamed no one."
Elder Gongxi said with relief, "For you to think this way—if Brother Xuan Yi's spirit remains in heaven, he can rest in peace."
After a bumpy journey over mountains and ridges,
as they neared Ken Yu Village, the carriage reached Difficult Mountain Road, and the group switched to traveling on foot.
Seeing such a desolate, barren place, Chu Youwei's nose stung again. Thinking of how her parents had been buried here all these years, lonely and without anyone to rely on, her guilt as their daughter suddenly deepened.
Under the weight of that guilt, the last trace of resentment she had harbored in her heart completely dispersed.
After traversing several li of rugged, pothole-ridden mountain paths, they finally reached a relatively level stretch of mud. It extended as far as the eye could see, at least several li wide.
Lin Xiaowan had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the path would finally be easier, when she realized in astonishment that the land ahead was entirely mud. One step onto it, and it could swallow a person all the way to the knees.
"How are we supposed to get across?" Lin Xiaowan wore a bitter expression. "Elder Gongxi, can you carry us through the air?"
Elder Gongxi smiled at her words and took several round, flat