While Chu Feng and Yun Muqing were spending the night together, a vehicle adorned with stars and moons arrived at the mausoleum in the western suburbs, braving the harsh wind and snow.

First to step out of the vehicle was Weng Bo, his silver hair glistening, and he held up a black umbrella.

Following him, Chu Tianxiong, with his robust physique and eyes that had witnessed countless trials and tribulations, deep as the starry sky, surveyed the surroundings without the need for any light. He made his way directly to Ye Qingrou's tomb.

There, they discovered that the front of the tomb was immaculate, devoid of any weeds, and adorned with fresh fruits and a few bouquets.

"Someone has been here," Weng Bo's demeanor suddenly changed. A sharp longsword flashed from his sleeve, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, scanning the surroundings with an intense gaze that shone even in the dark of night.

As a minister, Lord Chu carried the weight of Donghua's millions of people on his shoulders. Simultaneously, he posed a threat and a thorn in the hearts of many enemy nations.

For the past twenty years, Weng Bo, as the bodyguard of the Chu family, had never allowed himself to be complacent. It was through his keen perception and formidable skills that he saved Lord Chu from danger on multiple occasions.

"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Weng," Chu Tianxiong calmly waved his hand. "He is here."

The fresh fruits placed in front of the tomb—ripe peaches, cherries, and pears—were Ye Qingrou's favorite treats while she was alive.

Besides himself, the only person who understood Ye Qingrou so deeply was her unworthy son.

Weng Bo was momentarily stunned, then elation washed over him. "Could it be the eldest son, Lord Chu"

"He returned to Yenching? This... this is wonderful news."

Having been with Chu Tianxiong for decades, Weng Bo quickly knew who was it. Despite the strained relationship between father and son since Madam Ye's passing, their encounters resembling those of enemies, Weng Bo believed that with time, they would grow more rational and gradually reconcile. After all, blood was thicker than water.

The return of the eldest prince to Yenching was the greatest piece of news.

Chu Tianxiong maintained a calm expression, while he remained indifferent, as if a stranger had arrived.

Chu Tianxiong squatted down, carefully wiping the tombstone and the photo of the woman he loved, tenderness evident in his expression.

"Qingrou, I'm here."

With just those words, he fell silent.

A profound silence enveloped him, accompanied only by a thousand streams of tears.

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