Once she had calmed down a little, Zhong Ling sniffled and told them how Zhong Wanchou had died a tragic death saving her.
Hearing of her husband's death, Gan Baobao swayed slightly, a complicated look appearing on her face. She let out a long sigh. There was little grief in her eyes; instead, they held more regret and a trace of relief.
She truly had never felt the slightest romantic affection for Zhong Wanchou.
All these years, she had kept her heart cold. She had never even let Zhong Wanchou touch her.
She had only been using him, taking advantage of his devotion to find shelter for herself and her daughter.
But in the end, the human heart was made of flesh.
All these years, Zhong Wanchou had been hot-tempered and obstinate, but he had truly cherished Zhong Ling like a treasure, afraid she might break if he held her too tightly or melt if he kept her in his mouth.
His love for Gan Baobao had been nothing short of insane. Even knowing she could never care for him, he had been content to love her anyway.
And this time, he had given his life to save Zhong Ling.
The weight of that sacrifice moved her deeply. Whatever else he was, he had been Ling'er's father in name.
"I understand." Gan Baobao closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the composure of a Valley Master had returned to her gaze.
She ordered the servants, "Spread the word: the Valley Master fought fiercely against a powerful enemy and tragically died. The whole valley will mourn. Prepare the funeral and make sure the Valley Master is properly honored."
After taking care of that, she looked at Lin Xuan again, her eyes full of reliance and a silent question. This man