Chapter 566 Lord Chu''s Son
On the 21st, known as the Great Cold, which marked the coldest day of the year, something
seemed to have triggered a reaction from the heavens. The sky began to sleet, casting a gray and
somber ambiance over the entire city of Yenching.
The once lively streets nowy deserted and gloomy, with only a handful of people braving the
harsh weather, wrapped in thick coats, trembling in the biting wind and snow. Amidst this scene, a
ck Bentley sedan ventured through the snow and wind, slowly making its way toward the Xijiao
Cemetery.
The staff of the cemetery, while warming themselves by the fire in the room and rubbing their hands,
murmured, "Who woulde to pay respects in such dreadful weather? Wealthy people are weird."
As the vehicle came to a halt, Yang Jingyu, a tall figure, was the first to step out of the car door. He
then opened a ck umbre and respectfully announced, "Dragon Lord, Mr. Yun, we have
arrived."
Following suit, Chu Feng came out of the car, casting his gaze upon the cemetery. The wind and
snow fiercely blew, piercingly cold. "Another snowy day," Chu Feng said indifferently, his eyes filled
with reminiscence. Seventeen years ago, when his mother had passed away, it was a day much like
this, with snow and biting winds. On that day, the cold was so extreme that it could freeze a person
to death.
Dressed solemnly, Yun Muqing tightly held onto Chu Feng''s hand, her eyes expressing both
tenderness and determination, conveying a hint of warmth to him.
Between lovers, words and vows were unnecessary. A single gesture and a nce were enough.
Gratefully, Chu Feng smiled and squeezed Yun Muqing''s hand. "Let''s go," he said.
Yang Jingyu followed closely behind, his eyes flickering. With a wave of his hand, a dozen figures
instantly concealed themselves, guarding Chu Feng and the others discretely.
Chu Feng walked until they reached the foot of the mountain, he reached the tombstone. It was
already overgrown with weeds, deste and forlorn, eroded by years of wind and rain. Even the
inscription on the tombstone had been covered byyers of soil.
In contrast to the brightly adorned tombs on either side, which were adorned with flowers and fruits,
the tomb before them evoked a sense of destion and mncholy.
"Mom, I''vee to visit you," Chu Feng whispered softly, stepping forward to brush off the dust
from the tombstone. It revealed a picture of a young woman, gentle and delicate, with a faint smile
on her face, radiating a sense of warmth like a spring breeze.
"I have a family now—a wife and a daughter. I''ve fulfilled your greatest wish." Chu Feng respectfully
bowed and presented a bouquet of chrysanthemums. "Hello, Ma''am. Chu Feng treats me so well.
He is an exceptional husband and father. I hope you find peace and happiness in the realm
beyond."
"I''ll bring Duo Duo to visit you the next time," she continued, holding Chu Feng''s hand tightly,
brimming with affection and determination.
Yang Jingyu felt a sudden jolt, his heart filled withplex emotions. So, the person buried here
was Dragon Lord''s mother—the untimely passing of such a young woman, a life cut short. It
seemed as though fate was envious of her.
Overwhelmed by a tinge of sadness, Yang Jingyu swiftly understood the situation. He handed over
flowers and fruits, joining in to remove weeds and wipe away the dust from the tombstone.
Soon, a series of meticulously carved small characters emerged on the tombstone, capturing Yang
Jingyu''s attention.
"My love disperses with the wind, resentful of the coldness in the sky, helpless…"
"What you love is separated by mountains and oceans. Mountains and oceans cannot be leveled,
but you can calmly think. As you ponder, you shall never have regrets…"
Each sentence carried a powerful essence, each word seemingly bleeding with emotion. It
transported one to the scene, allowing them to feel the pain, despair, loneliness, and profound love
for the departed resting within the tomb.
"Mountains and rivers are vast, but they mean nothing without you."
"Yet, you are nowhere to be found…"
Yang Jingyu took a deep breath, his gaze involuntarily shifting to where the words were inscribed.
His pupils contracted abruptly, a chilling sensation coursing through his limbs…
"Mourning my beloved wife, Ye Qingrou. Husband, Chu Tianxiong!"
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Side by side, the words formed "King,"
Chu Tianxiong?
Lord Chu!
Struck as if by lightning, Yang Jingyu staggered backward, nearly losing his bnce. He stared at
Chu Feng in shock, his heart roiling with tumultuous waves.
Chu Feng is Lord Chu''s son?!