Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

Yu Lang walked up to the Wen family father and son and continued, "However, it's pointless to pursue these matters now, and Miss Wen won't come back to life anyway."

Mr. Wen was already unsteady on his feet and could only sit heavily back in his chair. He suddenly lowered his head, tears dripping onto his clothes, and his tone was filled with sorrow.

"She should resent me..."

Seeing his expression, Yu Lang couldn't help but sigh, "Resenting you will only make her suffer more."

Upon hearing this, Master Wen immediately looked up at him, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"What else did Yu'er say? Can I... see her again?"

Wen Yansheng, who was standing to the side, was afraid that his father would be deceived and was about to say something.

Yu Lang spoke first: "We are separated by life and death, you will never see him again."

Old Master Wen's eyes dimmed.

Yu Lang added, "However, Miss Wen hopes you can do one last thing for her..."

Master Wen hurriedly asked, "What is it?"

Yu Lang: "Right now, everyone in Beiding County thinks that it was the young master of the Fu family who broke off the engagement, but what Miss Wen wants to say is that she doesn't even look down on the Fu family, and she never even considered marrying Fu Yuan!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan found it absurd: "Nonsense! My sister is clearly deeply in love with the young master of the Fu family, how could she possibly not want to marry him?"

Yu Lang glared at him coldly: "As the elder brother, have you ever truly understood your own sister? Have you even asked her?"

Wen Yan choked, but retorted, "Even without being asked, I already know!"

Yu Lang immediately exposed him: "It's not that you didn't want to ask, but rather, you never even considered asking, right?"

He turned to look at Master Wen and continued, "In short, I have delivered the message. If Master Wen truly feels guilty, he will find a way to make the whole of Beiding County aware of this matter."

"In this way, if Miss Wen knows this in the afterlife, she can depart in peace."

Master Wen lowered his head silently, lost in thought.

Then, he suddenly called out, "Yan'er."

Wen Yan was startled: "Father, you don't actually believe him, do you?"

Master Wen, however, coldly ordered, "Take a group of people and go to the Fu family immediately. Make a big show of it. As for what to say, you should know..."

Wen Yan was utterly bewildered: "Father, you're confused!"

"We have had a long-standing friendship with the Fu family. To say such things at this time would only damage the relationship between our two families. How can we maintain relations in the future?"

Master Wen angrily rebuked, "When Fu Yuan broke off the engagement, did he ever consider the reputation of either family?"

Wen Yan stammered, "But... wasn't Fu Yuan's decision to break off the engagement also because of Yu'er...?"

"Shut up!"

Despite his furious expression, Master Wen uttered a fair statement: "I've heard about it before. That night, it was clearly Fu Yuan who went to the restaurant first, drinking with courtesans until midnight..."

"If he truly considered Yu'er his betrothed, he would never have done such a thing that night!"

Wen Yan was afraid of his father's authority and dared not say anything more.

"My son understands. I... I'll go to the Fu family right away!"

No sooner had Wen Yan left than Master Wen started coughing again.

He shakily picked up the ginseng tea from the table, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't hold it steady.

Seeing this, Ren Fengjue, who was sitting to the side, reached out to hold the teacup for him.

However, the next second, Mr. Wen coughed up another mouthful of blood...

Ren Fengjue realized something was wrong and immediately took his pulse. His expression darkened slightly as he said, "Master Wen, we should ask the family physician to take a look."

Mr. Wen leaned back in his chair, forcing a smile, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, he stared at the handkerchief for a moment, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"My illness doesn't even need treatment; it's already at an incurable stage..."

He tucked the handkerchief into his pocket, but said, "Ever since Yu'er left, my health has deteriorated day by day..."

"It's a good thing you came today. If you had been any later, I probably wouldn't have heard these words..."

Ren Fengjue was speechless for a moment, then nodded to Yu Lang before walking out of the hall to call a servant to fetch a doctor.

Mr. Wen appeared to be in a daze, yet a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I'm not saying this to gain your sympathy..."

"To be honest, I've been dreaming about Yu'er every night these past few days."

"In my dreams, she always watches me from afar, refusing to come closer or speak to me. I know she must resent me..."

It's not hard to tell from these words that Wen Yu had probably also appeared in his father's dreams.

She simply didn't dare to face it because of her inner conflict.

Seeing that Ren Fengjue had left, Yu Lang had no choice but to repeat what he had said before.

Miss Wen said she doesn't hate you.

Master Wen shook his head: "But what you just said is very true. As her father, I failed to protect her properly, nor did I choose a good husband for her..."

"The reason things have turned out this way is because I... was too arrogant back then."

"I... am truly guilty of grave sins."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lang felt conflicted and didn't know what to say.

But he could clearly feel that Master Wen's breath was gradually weakening, and it seemed that his body was about to give out.

"Grandpa, you should stop talking for now. Now that Young Master Wen has gone to the Fu family as Miss Wen instructed, this matter should be settled."

Faced with this situation, Yu Lang was also anxious.

Unfortunately, the imperial physician has not yet arrived…

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew through the hall. Old Master Wen, who was leaning back in his chair, stared at a certain spot and suddenly called out softly.

"Yu'er..."

Yu Lang looked in the direction of the sound, but couldn't see anything...

Then, Master Wen stretched out one hand and made a grasping motion in the air. His previously cloudy eyes suddenly gleamed with light…

Suddenly, it felt like time had turned back many years.

At that time, Wen Yu was still young.

She was always very well-behaved. Every day, no matter who gave her the homework, she would complete it diligently and never slack off.

Her teachers, mentors, and embroiderers all praised her for being intelligent, studious, and a promising talent.

I still remember the year she first learned to write poetry. After much effort, she finally came up with a seven-character quatrain and happily ran to the study to read it to her father.

But after hearing this, he said, "That's right, my Yu'er can even write poetry now. Your brother Fu will definitely like you in the future."

A hint of doubt flashed in Wen Yu's eyes, but she didn't ask any further questions. She simply nodded obediently.

Everything she did, good or bad, ultimately concerned whether her brother Fu would like it…

No one asked her what she wanted.

Thinking back on these old stories, Mr. Wen felt a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest.

Finally, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, and the hand that had been clenching in the air involuntarily tightened its grip...

Yu Lang suddenly heard him say in a low voice, "Yu'er, you are very good."