Yu Manzhu shuddered when she thought of his methods, and her face turned ugly: "Aman, go find out what happened to Bai Kui, the high priest."
"yes."
As soon as the secret guard left, Yu Manzhu locked herself in the room and did not allow her servants to come in.
*
Feng Danyuan and Wei Zi arrived at the capital of Northern Xinjiang three days later.
With Bai Kui beside them, the two of them attracted a lot of attention. However, Feng Danyuan's aura was too strong, and Bai Kui was intimidating just looking at him, so no one dared to get close to him.
The journey was quite peaceful.
Wei Zi also treated a blind old woman along the way.
The old woman was grateful to Wei Zi and tremblingly stuffed the few cakes at home to her: "Take it and eat it on the way. When my son is at home, he likes to eat the cakes made by the old woman the most. Hey, he didn't know this.
When will the war be over? When he left, Gu Li was just born, and he is almost five years old now... The poor child has never seen his father when he has grown up..."
The old woman was talking nonstop, while Wei Zi listened and looked around.
The house is crude and simple, with no trace of the child's life. The old woman's age is estimated, and her grandson should not be only five years old.
"Thank you." Wei Zi took the cake sent by the old woman, but when she left, she put the cake back on the stove, and also left her own small bag of dry food.
The woman next door came to deliver firewood, and when she happened to see her, Wei Zi quickly made a gesture to silence her.
The woman nodded.
After Wei Zi left the courtyard, the woman said to Wei Zi: "You are a kind-hearted person. Hulan's mother had a hard life. Her husband died at a young age. She finally raised her only son, and her son went to serve as a soldier.
After fighting for several years, he married a woman. Not long after the woman gave birth to a child, the son went to fight again.
"The woman was quick-thinking and ran away with people not long after, leaving Hulan's grandmother and her grandson to depend on each other. When the grandson was five years old, he was able to help Hulan's sheep, but he fell into the water.
Drowned, Hulan's eyes were blinded by crying at that time.
"Hey, she has been talking about her son and grandson for almost twenty years..."
The woman looked sad: "When I first got married, I thought Hulan's mother was so miserable. Later I discovered that all the women in the village had this fate. Her husband went to war, her son went to war, and her grandson went to war. This battle...
We have been fighting year after year, when will it end?"
"It will be over." Wei Zi said.
The woman smiled bitterly and shook her head, not believing it in her words: "Anyway, I won't be able to see it in this life. I hope my A Luo can see it, and I hope she won't be a widow like us anymore."
When Wei Zi left, she felt quite complicated.
"War ends war. The purpose of fighting is to avoid fighting tomorrow. I understand this truth. But why do we have to fight for so many years? Generation after generation, is it just for the obsession of returning to the Central Plains?"
Wei Zi's tone gradually became more urgent: "Even the memory of Tianyu left in the scepter does not necessarily destroy the human race and regain the past glory for the Son of God and Jiuli.
"Tianyu hopes that the tribe can live a peaceful and stable life. What Nvwa paid such a high price for is to exchange for a hundred years of peace for the tribe to recuperate in northern Xinjiang!"
She looked at Feng Danyuan and spoke solemnly: "Dan Yuan, the human heart is a bottomless pit. There will be no eternal peace, but at least let everything in front of you end. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, maybe the peaceful days will not be the same.
It won’t last long, but at least it can make people see and understand that people should live in peace instead of living in obsession and infinitely expanding desires.”
