"Yang Zhenzhong... why did that name sound so familiar?" Song Qingshu suddenly remembered something and instinctively glanced at the woman beside him.
Ruan Xingzhu's delicate body trembled as well, and she unconsciously stopped walking. Though her disguise concealed the change in her expression, it was clear that her heart was in turmoil.
"Let's go inside and sit for a while," Ren Yingying suggested considerately. She knew the other woman wanted to find out what had happened.
Ruan Xingzhu gave her a grateful look. Then the group entered the tavern and headed upstairs, toward where the voices had come from.
Although the entire city of Chengdu had been sealed off, life within the city had not been greatly affected. It remained as prosperous as ever, and even a random roadside winehouse was bustling with activity.
After going upstairs, they found a group gathered around a table, drinking and chatting away. That earlier remark had clearly come from among them.
"Yang Zhenzhong of the Da'an Army has long enjoyed great prestige in Sichuan. It's only natural that Wu Xi wanted to win him over."
"General Yang was a true man of iron and bone. He would rather die than follow that traitor Wu Xi and betray the country."
"I think his death was rather worthless. The Yang family has such deep roots in Sichuan. With the nation in peril, he should have stepped forward and led everyone to punish that dog Wu Xi. Instead, he simply died. It truly grieves his loved ones and delights his enemies."
Having her husband's death confirmed once more, Ruan Xingzhu swayed. Had Song Qingshu not swiftly caught her around the waist, she would have nearly collapsed to the floor.
Though she claimed she had no feelings for him, they had still been husband and wife.