He didn't know how to make a decision, whether to take the risk of rejecting Lao Song, betting on his own life, or obey Lao Song, and embarking on an unknown path from then on.

Song Shuwen was taken back to the dim room, and the man who was delivering the meal stood aside and said coldly: "I will only give you one day. The eldest mother is not very sick, otherwise I will not give you any time to consider it."

Song Shuwen's face was solemn and his brows frowned. He lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

I kept tangling in my heart: "Do you really want to obey? Do I really want to be loyal to this mysterious boss? But how should I make a decision? I want to live, but is this choice really correct?"

His eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes firm, and his hands were unconsciously clasped together.

He repeatedly weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and it seemed that two villains were arguing fiercely in his mind.

A villain said, "Person, only in this way can we survive."

Another villain retorted loudly: "You can't surrender easily, who knows what kind of danger will be next."

The man who delivered the meal looked at the silent Song Shuwen and snorted impatiently: "You'd better make a decision quickly and don't waste time."

Song Shuwen raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the man, but still didn't say anything, but lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in his thoughts.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, the funeral atmosphere was still heavy and depressing. The white elegy couplet fluttered slightly in the wind, as if telling endless sadness.

Many well-known people from Youzhou City came to pay their respects, and the scene was solemn and solemn.

Sun Quan led people from the Youzhou Chamber of Commerce to slowly walk into the Prime Minister's Mansion.

They bowed respectfully in front of the mourning hall to express their condolences.

Time passed quietly until noon.

Xi Yu ordered people to bury the child.

To make a fake show, the grave has been built long ago.

In the suburbs, the breeze blows gently, with a hint of coolness.

Xi Yu stood in front of the newly built grave, his eyes full of complex emotions.

He kept looking around, still holding a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping to see the behind-the-scenes pusher appear.

However, time passed by minute by minute, and there was no trace of that person.

Xi Yu frowned slightly and sighed in his heart: "Maybe it won't come."

The people who came to see him off stood not far away, and their faces were also filled with sadness.

Xi Yu looked at everyone and felt a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Xi Yu stared at the grave quietly.

The wind in the suburbs blew gently, bringing up some dust.

The child's grave stood quietly, as if telling endless sadness.

Xi Yu looked around again, and the disappointment in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The behind-the-scenes pusher still did not show up, but Xi Yu didn't think he had done something wrong.

He thought to himself: "What I did must be useful. Sooner or later, the wicked will show his strength. I will make him pay the price for his evil deeds."

The wind gradually became stronger and blew Xi Yu's hair.

Xi Yu dragged his heavy steps back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The mansion is still shrouded in a sad atmosphere, the white elegy couplets flutter slightly in the wind, and the sound of sorrow and music seems to be still echoing in my ears.

However, before the behind-the-scenes pusher appeared, he knew very well that he could not make the news public.

Tuoba Yu rode a horse and galloped on the winding path. The wind blew her hair, revealing her firm and beautiful face.

Her eyes were staring at the front, and she was calculating the distance from Youzhou in her heart.

Gradually, she found that she was getting closer and closer to Youzhou.

However, Tuoba Yu suddenly felt a little restless at this time.

She frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared in her eyes. She thought to herself: "It's been so long, will Xi Yu forget me?"

Xi Yu's face kept popping up in her mind, and those memories of the past surged like a tide.

"There are so many women around him, why do you still care about me?" Tuoba Yu sighed lightly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She held the reins tightly, as if looking for a little comfort.

It seemed as if two villains were constantly arguing in Tuoba Yu's heart.

A villain said, "He must still remember you, and the relationship between you is sincere."

Another villain retorted: "Don't be stupid. He has so many women around him, how could he care about you?" Her heart was swaying in these two voices, and she became more and more irritable.

The wind was still blowing, but Tuoba Yu's mood was as heavy and confused as if she was shrouded in dark clouds.

She didn't know what was waiting for her, so she could only continue to move towards Youzhou with a nervous mood.

The afterglow of the sunset shines on the earth, covering everything with a warm orange-red layer.

Tuoba Yu came to a small inn, and she gently dismounted and tied the reins to the wooden stake next to her.

When I walked into the inn, there was a faint smell of fireworks.

Tuoba Yu found a seat and sat down and ordered a dish.

She looked at the small shop quietly. The owner was a woman, with a faint sadness on her gentle and tired face.

There was a child next to the woman.

Tuoba Yu's heart moved and asked softly: "Where is your man?"

The woman was slightly stunned, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she sighed softly: "The man died shortly after the child was born."

Her voice was filled with endless melancholy, as if she was recalling those wonderful times in the past.

Tuoba Yu looked at the woman and the child, and a sympathy surged in his heart.

She could feel the strength and helplessness of a woman, and under the pressure of life, she took her children forward with her difficulties alone.

Tuoba Yu sighed softly, his eyes full of pity, and said, "You are really pitiful."

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, but a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly: "It's pitiful, but I'll be happy if I have children by my side."

Tuoba Yu also smiled on his face after hearing the woman's words, and agreed: "That's right."

At this time, the woman spoke again, with a hint of emotion in her tone: "I feel much better than the Prime Minister."

Tuoba Yu was slightly stunned and asked curiously: "Why do you say that?"

The woman's eyes fell on the child and said slowly: "Although the Prime Minister's Mansion is rich and prosperous, he is immersed in sadness at this moment. Although I live a difficult life, I have children around me. This warmth cannot be exchanged for no amount of money."

Tuoba Yu's face was full of surprise, his eyes widened slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

The woman lowered her head slightly, and a hint of sadness appeared in her expression. She slowly said, "I heard that the Prime Minister's son died and the funeral was just held today."

After hearing this, Tuoba Yu was shocked and felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

"What happened?" she murmured to herself, her face full of disbelief.

Xi Yu's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, imagining how sad he should be at this moment.

Tuoba Yu's eyes became complicated, with worries, sympathy, and a hint of heartache.

She thought silently in her heart, how should Xi Yu bear such a blow?

The woman looked at Tuoba Yu's shocked look and shook her head gently, without saying anything else.

She turned around and went to work hard on the store, leaving Tuoba Yu alone in shock and worry.

Tuoba Yu sat there, feeling irritated.

Tuoba Yu hurriedly finished the meal, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.

She stood up and paid for the meal, so she couldn't wait to go to Youzhou quickly.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and Yu Yu's figure kept popping up in her mind. She was eager to know what happened to Yu Ping'an.

She turned over the horse and raised the whip, and the horse ran away like an arrow.

However, halfway through the journey, she suddenly remembered the woman in the store.

She moved her heart and hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go back and ask the woman about the cause of Xi Ping'an's death.

Tuoba Yu turned his horse's head and rushed back with a whip.

Her heart was filled with anxiety and kept urging the horse to speed up.

When she returned to the inn again, the woman was busy packing the table.

Tuoba Yu hurriedly dismounted and walked quickly to the woman.
Chapter completed!