Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Chapter 248 Mother Wu Asks Yong

As the lights come on, the streets and alleys are filled with bright lights and laughter, and the festive atmosphere is like thick honey, filling the air.

Away from the hustle and bustle, Jiang Lai sat alone in the quiet house, with only the flickering candlelight as if accompanying her.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, holding the embroidery needle tightly in her hand, concentrating on weaving the embroidery needle on the brocade robe.

Stitch after stitch, delicate yet firm, her entire world is condensed on this piece of brocade.

The lights of the outside world were incompatible with her as an orphan.

Her mind was immersed in embroidering the brocade robe.

This brocade robe, which was almost completed, had to be reworked due to an incident this year.

Her eyes gently fell on the names on the papers beside her. Those names carried so many stories and emotions. She gently picked up the brocade thread and embroidered them one by one on the brocade robe. Every stitch was full of respect and longing.

Next to her was a brand new cotton coat, which she bought with the salary she earned from her hard work.

Expectation flashed in her eyes from time to time, and she only hoped that her brother from afar could return soon and wear this cotton coat that was full of love.

Qin Ruzhao, the great general of the Divine Guard of the Tang Dynasty, was now dressed in plain casual clothes. After asking for leave from His Majesty, he slowly strolled along the streets of Xianyang City.

His face looked a little tired, and his eyes swept across the streets full of lights and decorations and the jubilant crowds, but he was not infected by the joy.

He walked slowly towards his home in Loach Lane.

Compared to the bustling and brightly lit streets outside, Loach Lane is like another world.

The houses here are simple and the residents are all poor. The dim lights are flickering in the alley, making the whole alley seem deep and quiet.

Qin Ruzhao stood at the entrance of the alley and took a deep breath, the cold air rushing into his lungs.

He walked into the alley, and his eyes involuntarily turned to the first house at the entrance of the alley - the residence of Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu.

In that small courtyard, there were only two lanterns hanging at the door, swaying gently in the night wind, as if emitting a silent sigh.

The door was empty, without the festive couplets and door god statues, and an atmosphere of desolation and sadness filled the air.

Their only son left them forever in the tragic Battle of Songzhou.

At this time, Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu were sitting opposite each other in the house. The table was full of dishes, but no one was eating.

Uncle Wu held the wine glass tightly in his hand. He drank it all in one gulp and quickly refilled it, one glass after another. Only this strong liquor could temporarily numb the grief in his heart that was like a knife cutting through his heart.

Aunt Wu sat aside, her eyes empty and sad, and from time to time she used her rough sleeves to wipe the tears that kept sliding down her cheeks. The tears were like beads with broken strings, and she couldn't stop them.

The door of the house is open, with coal stoves standing on both sides, waiting for the heroic soul of the child to come back to celebrate the New Year.

Qin Ruzhao stood outside the courtyard gate and witnessed this scene. He was hit hard in the heart and an indescribable pain instantly spread throughout his body.

His body trembled slightly. He raised his heavy hand and, with a heart full of guilt and uneasiness, gently knocked on the old and mottled wooden door of Uncle Wu's house.

When the old couple in the house heard the noise outside the door, they stood up suddenly as if the most sensitive string in their hearts was touched.

The lights in Loach Lane were dim, and they could only vaguely see a blurry figure, which was not clear.

Aunt Wu's voice was trembling with anticipation, a mother's longing for her son's return. She asked softly, "Is Erniu back?"

Uncle Wu glanced at Aunt Wu, his eyes filled with pity and helplessness. He silently took off his thick robe and gently draped it over Aunt Wu's thin shoulders. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "It's not Qiming who's back, it should be Xiaotian."

"Qiming can't come back, and the court's pension is still in our house, old woman!"

As he spoke, Uncle Wu's voice, which had been pretending to be calm, became more and more choked, and the drunkenness was dispelled by grief at this moment.

He suppressed the pain in his heart and tried to calm himself down. "Xiaotian! Why don't you come in and sit down? What are you doing standing at the door?"

"I've watched you grow up, good boy!"

After hearing what Uncle Wu said, the guilt and self-blame that had been suppressed for a long time in Qin Ruzhao's heart surged out like a flood, and he could no longer control his emotions.

He knelt straight on the ground, and the cold snow instantly soaked his clothes, but he was completely unaware.

He struggled to move forward on his knees in the snow. Every inch of movement seemed to exhaust all his strength, leaving a trace of pain and regret on the pure white snow.

He moved slowly in front of the old couple, then slammed his head to the ground. His forehead collided with the cold, hard ground, making a dull and heartbreaking sound.

"I'm sorry, uncle and auntie, I didn't bring Erniu back! I didn't!"

His tears and snot flowed uncontrollably, and his sorrowful cries echoed in the quiet courtyard. His cries were filled with guilt for his dead brother and self-blame for the old couple.

"Ah...ah...I, Qin Ruzhao, feel so sorry for my brothers!"

"sorry Sorry!"

Qin Ruzhao kept repeating his apology and knocked his forehead against the ground again and again, each time asking himself why he was so impulsive.

Seeing this, Uncle Wu rushed forward and stopped Qin Ruzhao who was kowtowing. Then, he raised his hand high, and with a heart full of helplessness and pain, he slapped Qin Ruzhao loudly!

"Xiaotian! What are you doing?"

Uncle Wu's voice became a little hoarse due to excitement.

"Do you know who you are? You are His Majesty's general, the general of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Erniu died fighting for the Tang Dynasty! It's only natural! What are you doing? Do you want us two old guys to die of guilt?"

"Stand up! I want you to stand up! There are no immortals on the battlefield. I am a soldier from the Kaihuang era. I also came from the battlefield!"

"I don't know how many of my old buddies died during the Goguryeo expedition! What does this mean?"

"Don't we common people have our country and our nation in our hearts? Are you looking down on an old man like me?"

Uncle Wu stared at Qin Ruzhao with his eyes wide open. There was anger but also expectations for him in his eyes. He didn't want to see Qin Ruzhao so depressed and self-blaming.

Aunt Wu walked up quickly and hugged Qin Ruzhao tightly in her arms, trying to give him some comfort with her arms.

She asked softly, "Xiaotian, tell me, was Erniu brave on the battlefield?"