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Chapter 717: Gorgeous Shackles

Until he separated from Feng Suo and left the palace, Zhou Chang remained silent.

Why has this common truth not been thought of before?

What exactly is that thing you are pursuing? Is it just a pair of gorgeous shackles?

Uncle Qiu left, Mr. Zhong also left, and there were also thousands and thousands of people whose names I couldn’t remember, all of whom were soldiers who had fought on the battlefield with me.

Zhou Chang suddenly didn't know what he had gained, but everything in the past eventually became a burden that he had to bear.

When they returned to Prince Yi's Mansion, Mother Wang, Duofu, Duobao and other servants from Prince Yi's Mansion were already waiting at the gate.

Zhou Chang personally handed Zhong Yu's ashes to Mother Wang.

I thought Mother Wang would burst into tears.

As a result, Mother Wang just held the urn tightly in her arms. Although there was an indelible sadness in her eyes, she did not shed tears.

However, the two children behind Mother Wang, Duofu and Duobao, shed tears silently.

The group went to the main hall.

Mother Wang held the urn in her arms, her voice softer than ever before: "Zhong Yu had a premonition before he left, and now he has returned here just as he said."

"I will send someone to take you back to your hometown and bury the gentleman properly." Zhou Chang didn't know what else to say.

Mother Wang shook her head slowly. "No need. Zhong and Yu also don't want to return to their hometown. He once mentioned that he hopes that after his death, his ashes can be scattered into streams, saying that this way they can flow into rivers, lakes and seas."

"That's good. Let's choose a day and find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to send you off together." Zhou Chang also felt that this might be the best ending for Zhong Yu.

There are the sun, the moon, the sky and the earth to accompany you, and there are mountains, rivers and seas to keep you company.

"Yes, it's all up to Your Highness." Mother Wang kept her head down and looked at Zhong Yu's ashes in her arms.

"Mother Wang, from now on you will stay in the mansion to keep Aunt Jing company. If you need anything, just let me know." Zhou Chang said this because he wanted to make arrangements for the rest of Mother Wang's life.

Mother Wang said sadly, "I don't have any requests, and Your Majesty doesn't need to worry. Zhong and He have already arranged everything for me. I just want to stay with him for the rest of my life. If I can still stay by Your Majesty's side, serve Him and cook for Him, I have no other requests."

"Of course." Zhou Chang had more or less expected this answer.

Then he looked at the two children, Duofu and Duobao.

Suddenly I realized that they seemed to have grown up overnight.

"Duofu, Duobao, you have to go to school from now on and become people like Mr. Zhong in the future." In Zhou Chang's impression, Zhong Yu used to teach Duofu and Duobao personally, but now Mr. Zhong is gone.

Duofu and Duobao nodded at the same time.

Mother Wang couldn't help but tear up, "Prince, they already have names. They are no longer called Duofu Duobao. Zhong Yu gave them these names before he left. He said they can't just be called nicknames forever."

Arrange everything before leaving.

It turned out that Zhong Yu had anticipated this, but he still faced death head-on.

Zhou Chang's heart and eyes were both sore, but he suppressed his surging emotions and asked, "What are your names?"

"Zhong Ren, courtesy name Li Xin," Duofu replied.

"Zhong Shan, whose courtesy name is Yi Xin." Duobao replied.

Benevolence, kindness, courtesy, righteousness, and trustworthiness are all the principles that Zhong Yu has always upheld in life.

Zhou Chang just didn't expect that Zhong Yu had even chosen the characters Duofu and Duobao for him.

Mother Wang finally wiped away her tears, "Originally, Zhong Yu said that the two children should take my surname, but these two children were all taught by Zhong Yu, whether it was reading and writing or how to behave. They are Zhong Yu's children, and they should take his surname. Although Zhong Yu doesn't care, someone should burn incense and commemorate him during festivals in the future."

"Mother Wang is right." Zhou Chang also agreed.

Afterwards, everyone observed a moment of silence before dispersing.

The next day, Zhou Chang brought several elders from Prince Yi's Mansion to the Yanshan Stream near Chaotian Temple in the western suburbs of Jindu City.

Mother Wang took Zhong Ren and Zhong Shan and personally scattered Zhong Yu's ashes into the clear stream.

The gurgling stream washed away the ashes, but it could not take away the deep sorrow.

Zhou Chang stood by the stream for a long time and said goodbye to Zhong Yu.

On the way back, Zhou Chang rode with Aunt Jing.

Aunt Jing was wearing a plain white dress with only a silver plum blossom hairpin in her hair, looking elegant and dignified.

Zhou Chang was still immersed in his grief for Zhong Yu and didn't want to say much. Halfway through the journey, he looked up and suddenly noticed a detail: "Aunt Jing, why are you not wearing a veil or a hat?"

"Yes, I didn't wear it." Aunt Jing's tone was as normal as before she was injured.

"Yeah, I didn't wear it..." Zhou Chang suddenly realized what he had been overlooking.

Ever since Zhong Yu passed away, she has also lost half of her soul.

Now that I think about it, Aunt Jing didn't start not wearing a veil today. She must have been doing so since she was rescued from Vietnam.

But she had been immersed in her memories of Zhong Yu and had not noticed the changes in Aunt Jing.

The dark red, uneven scar on the right half of Aunt Jing's face is still there, the only change is that it is no longer covered up.

Others didn't know what to think of this change, but in Zhou Chang's opinion, it took a lot of courage, especially for someone like Aunt Jing who used to have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

So she asked, "Don't you care about other people's eyes?"

When Aunt Jing had just recovered from her burns, Zhou Chang and everyone around him tried their best to comfort Aunt Jing, telling her not to care about other people's eyes and opinions.

But at that time, Aunt Jing hid in the house all day long. When she had to go out, she wore a veil to cover her face and was always worried about being seen.

Aunt Jing didn't know what was on her mind, and she shook her head slowly: "I don't care anymore. After experiencing life and death, I don't care anymore."

Zhou Chang cast an inquiring look over there.

Aunt Jing continued, "When I was kidnapped, I was wearing a face cloth on my face, but it fell off during my struggle. How could the kidnappers let anyone pick it up? Maybe at that time... I couldn't cover it up even if I wanted to. I didn't care at the time. I just thought that it was okay to save my life. Maybe I got used to it at that time."

Zhou Chang listened and watched quietly. Aunt Jing's face was calm and gentle. The scar on her face was still there, but it could not destroy her graceful and dignified appearance at all.

Aunt Jing was still reminiscing and even smiled: "It can be considered a blessing in disguise. I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but when I found out later, I had already gotten used to not wearing a veil. And in the kidnappers' den, I realized that, except for myself, no one else cared at all."

"Yes, as long as Aunt Jing doesn't care, others have no right to care." Originally this topic might have been heavy, but after Aunt Jing said this, Zhou Chang felt relieved.