When I heard the three words "Mrs. Yan", I clearly felt my heart beating stopped.

And the Iron-Faced King, his breathing was obviously suffocated. After a brief, but obvious silence that could not be ignored, he said: "What did you say?"

“…”

"Mrs. Yan?"

"Yes."

"Mrs. Yan of the Nishikawa Yan family?"

"In the world, there is no Madam Yan who can make me care about her words."

I heard the Iron-Face King take a deep breath, and then said, "As far as I know, the wife Yan of the Yan family in the Nishichuan family has passed away, at least more than a year ago. The emperor told me that she told you not long ago that you are not like your father."

“…”

"Has she seen your father? Or have you been to the hell?"

If this sentence was said by someone else, Pei Yuanhao might have been furious, but at this time, he was so calm that he didn't even breathe, and he just said lightly: "Neither of them."

“…”

"Because what I said is not this Mrs. Yan."

“…”

Every word of his words was like pushing people into desperate situation step by step. Even though the Iron-Faced King had experienced so many storms, he might have even taken life and death lightly, but when he faced this matter, he was still in chaos.

He suddenly said, "Who are you?"

The sound was for me.

In fact, since I entered this tent, he certainly saw me. However, he had been talking about their major events with Pei Yuanhao, and I had been standing at the door and never approaching. In addition, I was buried deep in my head, only revealing my mottled white hair. He never saw my face.

At this time, no wonder I suddenly asked about it.

And I was actually far from ready to meet him, but I couldn't escape at this time. After taking a deep breath, I slowly raised my head: "Uncle Iron Cavalry."

“…”

"It's me."

I heard a burst of rapid footsteps, and a tall figure walked in front of me. Perhaps because he walked too fast, when he stopped, he even brought a gust of wind. He looked at me firmly but couldn't recognize me.

"you……"

"It's me."

When I said the second "it's me", he gasped, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Yan Qingying?"

I said again, "It's me."

For a moment, I felt his breathing stop.

He looked at me for a long time, and his tone was still in disbelief and said anxiously: "Why did you become like this?"

I leaned on a crutch with one hand, and the other hand subconsciously raised it up and touched my hair.

Then he smiled bitterly.

I'm afraid that such an old attitude is even worse than that of him who is over fifty years old.

I raised my head and said, "It's because I've experienced some changes."

"What's going on with your eyes?"

Although he hadn't seen me walking yet, he must have seen that I could not see any more when I was so close.

I was silent for a moment and said, "Because, I have experienced some changes."

There was a little bit of pain in his voice, and he said with almost heartache: "What kind of change will make you like this? How old are you?"

I smiled and said, "Okay, it's not too small."

“…”

He could see that my smile was not open-minded, but a calmness under the pressure of fate. He could feel his breathing rapid, as if he was pressed against a huge rock on his chest, making him particularly heavy. But after a while, he suddenly said, "Then, your mother - what the hell is going on?"

“…”

"Why did he say that he met your mother a few days ago?!"

“…”

"Is it true?"

This was originally something I wanted to tell him, and this was the purpose of following Pei Yuanhao for a long journey here, but this was not what I wanted.

I didn't want to give him hope first, and then give him a painful blow again.

Thinking of this, I said, "Uncle Iron-faced Wang still remembers when we met for the first time, I told your mother about her death. At that time, you were very sad."

He was silent for a moment, and his breath was full of "um".

"Then I hope that the same news will not make you sad again."

“…”

"Uncle Iron-faced Wang, his mother has passed away."

“…”

I heard him take a deep breath, and then his breathing was suffocated, as if he was going to stop something at this moment, and the atmosphere in the whole tent became solemn.

Pei Yuanhao stood aside, not saying a word at this time.

And I said softly to the Iron-Face King: "You were so sad at that time, but you quickly accepted it calmly. I hope this time, you can accept this fact calmly."

“…”

"Because--this fact is completely unchangeable."

He seemed to stare at me, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Why?"

"Last time, I told you that the disappearance of my mother's death was when I left Xichuan for many years. They told me, but I did not see her coffin, nor did I see the spiritual throne that worshiped her."

“…”

"But this time, it's my last trip to send her."

“…”

"All of us sent her the last journey."

“…”

"us--"

Just when my chest was hurting, as if it was a knife, and I couldn't even speak, the Iron-Face King suddenly said, "Stop talking."

I was slightly stunned and looked up at him.

And I felt him turn around suddenly and walk to the other side of the tent quickly, as if he reached out to support something, and the heavy and rapid breath kept echoing.

I still vaguely remember that the last time I saw him on the huge flying clouds on the sea, when I told his mother that he had died, he shattered a corner of his chair, and this time, it seemed like he could hear that sound again.

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I heard his heavy breathing, probably trying my best to suppress the severe pain.

I don't know how long it took, but he said, "You don't have to tell me again."

“…”

"I would rather not know anything."

“…”

"In this way, maybe she will suffer less of the past few decades."

“…”

His words were a bit incoherent, and those who heard them felt puzzled, but when I thought about it again, I understood it a little.

My mother's life was almost nothing to do with him.

Regardless of life and death, after he left, the lives of the two of them would never be intertwined. Therefore, the first "death" of my mother was told by me many years later, and the second death was still after that, and I heard from her.

He can't do anything, nor can he do anything.

Hearing the news of her death only made him realize that she was still alive for the years.

Suffering.

He would rather not know, or even perhaps, he would rather she have left back then than suffer for so many years.

After all, life has many pains, far better than death.

My throat choked slightly, and then said, "I understand."

“…”

"I won't say it again."
To be continued...