Only after quelling tonight's rebellion at the Zhang Family Stronghold did Du Yu's heart finally settle.
The people of the Mountain Stronghold slowly gathered in the square, most of them wounded.
The sight filled Zhang Jian with anguish. When Du Yu told him that Zhang San had also died, tears visibly welled in the middle-aged man's eyes.
Had he known this would happen, he would rather never have returned to the Zhang Family Stronghold. At least his brothers could have lived a little longer.
But now that the tragedy had happened, Zhang Jian silently swore that he would never let his brothers continue living as bandits.
"Chief, if there's nothing else, I have a few things to discuss with those two." Standing before Zhang Jian, Du Yu pointed toward Yingning and Zhan Qisheng in the distance. "Unless something urgent comes up, please tell the brothers to stay away from my house for now. You know how it is-those two are formidable fighters with peculiar tempers."
"Mm... go ahead, sir." Zhang Jian nodded. "I've already sent men to remove Zhang San's body from the house. No one will disturb you for a while. Once you've finished talking, I hope you'll come see me again. There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
"Boss, you..." Du Yu knew Zhang Jian surely wanted to discuss handing over the stronghold again. Rather than agreeing immediately, he merely nodded in silence.
Du Yu brought Zhan Qisheng and Yingning back to his house. Seeing them both sitting before him felt rather strange.
Before Du Yu could speak, Zhan Qisheng addressed Yingning. "Yingning, promise me you'll never see Lady Houtu again."
"Are you ever going to let this go?" Du Yu closed the door and sat down inside. "Does Lady Houtu really bother you