At that moment, Zhang Yu had sheathed her longsword and knelt down on the ground with a thud.
Zhang Yu was full of remorse, "It was reckless of Zhang Yu, I did not intend to hurt you, but you do not know, this person—!"
Zhang Yu looked towards Liang Shuyu, her eyes still filled with deep wariness.
"Doctor Yun once found this person in the mountains. After waking up, he pretended to be blind, claiming he could not see. Doctor Yun was suspicious of his identity. Upon hearing your news, she kept him close to see if he really was... someone sent from above. But on the way, Doctor Yun and I were attacked, and he took the chance to run away!"
Zhang Yu took a deep breath, then clenched her fists hard, "I accidentally hurt the General, and I am willing to die to apologize for this offense! However, this man harbors ill intentions and has reappeared by your side. I suspect his origins are not pure, and I ask the General to execute him as a warning to others!"
Dong Huiying’s body trembled, and Liang Zhichen also suddenly turned to look at Zhang Yu.
Just then, Aunt Lin hurried toward the Liang family, "Zhi Chen, is there trouble at home? I just went up the mountain, passed by your family’s gravesite, and noticed that there’s an extra grave mound, like it was just recently buried!"
The series of events baffled many in the Liang Dong Liang family, Shuyu, Haoming, Yue Ning, and Yixuan, all turned pale instantly.
They incredulously looked towards their eldest brother and Dong Huiying, recalling the odd behavior of both today. From their words and expressions, they seemed gloomy and despondent, always carrying a sorrowful and melancholic demeanor. Everyone saw it, but thought it was because they were worried about Liang Shujun, whose whereabouts were unknown.
But then, Aunt Lin arrived, speaking of the fresh grave mound in the family gravesite, and recalling the time when the eldest brother and Dong Huiying had once left the house, returning drastically thinner and even sick...
Shuyu’s body shuddered, and with a clang, the guqin fell to the ground, his complexion deathly pale.
He reacted the quickest, dragging his frail body, staggering toward the gravesite.
"Shuyu (Second Brother)!"
His brothers called out to him, and then, even the slowest Haoming and the most foolish Yue Ning had come to their senses and panicked, hurrying to catch up.
Yixuan stared fixedly at his eldest brother and Dong Huiying for a moment, his eyes already rimmed with red frost, then he rushed out of the house.
Zhang Yu and Yun Ge, seeing this, were stunned. Was Shuyu the name of this man?
No, they had interrogated the blind man, who claimed his name was Liang Shujun, the name differing by only one character,
All bearing the surname Liang?
It was not until this moment that Zhang Yu realized she might have made a mistake.
Yes, these two people looked alike, but the blind man had a cinnabar mole like enchanting blood on his forehead, while the pale, frail man who had been carrying the guqin had no cinnabar mole, but rather a purple tear mole at the corner of his eye...
The sky thundered ominously, and the rain poured down heavily.
Shuyu’s health had improved somewhat compared to before, but he was still weak and couldn’t handle heavy tasks or overexert himself. He needed to rest in the afternoon every day, or he would lack energy.
Usually, he couldn’t walk too fast; a few more steps and he would be gasping for breath, but compared to before when he needed support for walking, this was a significant improvement.
But this time, despite his evident frailty, he didn’t know where he found the strength from, but he staggered up the mountain.
He fell several times, and though he was usually an extremely clean man, he was now covered in mud and completely disheveled.
Liang Haoming, Liang Yue Ning, and Liang Yixuan soon chased after him.