Wu Tong's gaze trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and calmed her turbulent emotions.
Three months ago, she had already sensed that something was wrong.
Yang Lingqing had prepared a complete set of explanations for why Yang Lingrui and the others had returned late.
In her eyes, those reasons contained not the slightest flaw, and neither did her tone or expression when she spoke.
Yet precisely because of that, it had become the true flaw.
When everything was explained too clearly and too completely, it seemed exceedingly deliberate.
That night, Wu Tong had not slept at all. Her tears soaked her collar, and the sorrow in her heart nearly drained her strength and made her faint.
At that time, Yang Yuanhong, still in her womb, seemed to sense something as well. He actually used his own qi and blood to nourish his mother in return, allowing Wu Tong to regain her strength.
It was also from that point onward that Wu Tong slowly pulled herself together.
Thus, several days ago, she had sought out Yang Lingqing. The two held a private discussion in the room and laid the matter bare.
Yang Lingqing was astonished that Wu Tong could still rally herself after suffering such a heavy blow.
Wu Tong's answer made her feel even greater respect for this sister-in-law of hers.
Wu Tong said, "These are troubled times. Such a disaster has befallen our family, and Yuanhong is still young. I cannot afford to sink into grief and despair. Senior Brother devoted himself wholeheartedly to the family and died where he ought to have died. I cannot let his spirit be diminished."
Yang Linghu's severed arm was buried in a newly opened courtyard behind the Forbidden Ground.
This had been Yang Guanfeng's plan before he left. He had said