Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 288 The Dilemma of Family and Country (The End)

When Yan Yu set foot on the land of Beiping, he felt an indescribable palpitation in his heart, which made his face turn pale. As if sensing something, he looked in the direction where the sparrows had flown by.

The panic in his heart was insatiable, like a bottomless pit, devouring all his reason.

Deputy General Bai stood beside him, looking at his dazed and confused state, and felt a headache coming on.

On someone else's territory, they showed such disrespect. Looking at the "Chinese" in front of him with a small mustache but a kind face, Deputy General Bai was displeased, but he put on a smile.

He stepped forward and helped Yan Yu up, reaching out to shake hands with the hand that had been hovering in mid-air for a long time. "Mr. Zhang, please forgive me, the young master hasn't been feeling well lately."

The implication is that it's not intentional neglect, and you shouldn't make things difficult for a patient.

Upon hearing this, the man frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his expression, before smiling and saying, "It's alright, but Mr. Bai is mistaken. My surname is Zhang Tian."

As Vice General Bai looked at the person in front of him, his dislike reached its peak.

Just because someone's surname is Zhang doesn't mean they're Zhang Tian.

To curry favor with those people, they even abandoned their ancestral surnames. Are they trying to make their families die out?

He sneered inwardly, but Vice General Bai maintained a smile on his face.

It's just acting; anyone can do that.

The man glanced at Yan Yu, whose face was frighteningly pale and who didn't seem to be faking it, and gestured for him to enter.

"It was our oversight. Commander Yan is a distinguished guest, but he is not feeling well and should rest first. A hotel has been prepared for you all. Please follow me."

Yan Yu's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to do something, but he was pulled back by the person beside him.

"Master!"

The person leading the way turned around at the sound and saw that Yan Yu's already pale face had become even paler, and her temples were soaked with sweat, making her already beautiful face look sickly.

The way she leaned against someone did indeed resemble the frail Xi Shi.

He doesn't seem like a military commander in charge of a region; he's more like an actor in a theater, singing and entertaining people.

I don't know how he became the head coach of the Shanxi-Northern Frontier.

He lowered his gaze, suppressing the disdain in his eyes, and put on his gentle expression again. "Commander Yan, why is your condition getting worse? Should we call a doctor or take you to the hospital?"

Even if you're going to die, you can't die so openly and honestly in Beiping. If the Yan family's army causes trouble, it will be a huge problem.

Deputy General Bai glanced at Yan Yu, whose face was as pale as a ghost, and lifted him up a little more. "It's nothing, it's an old ailment. I have my own medicine."

Yan Yu remained silent throughout, his lowered eyes filled with a deathly stillness.

A fire burned away all the fallen leaves in the autumn wilderness, leaving only desolate ashes.

The excruciating pain, as if his very soul were being ripped away, had made Yan Yu realize that his husband was gone.

He's completely gone...

The thought of this made Yan Yu feel suffocated. His heart, which should have been beating vividly, was screaming for destruction. The suffocation spread from his heart to his limbs and bones, culminating in a single word: pain.

Deputy General Bai dismissed the man, making polite remarks, but he felt utterly exhausted.

Upon returning to the room, I saw that the person who should have been resting in bed was now staring out the window with a pale face.

To be precise, it was watching the sparrows flying on the branches outside the window.

Having grown up with Yan Yu since childhood, Vice General Bai had seen many expressions on that beautiful and voluptuous face.

Flamboyant, playful, frivolous, indifferent, sorrowful... but none of them were as deathly silent as this moment...

It's like losing all hope.

We lost the most important thing.

On a desolate land, someone took pity on it and planted a beautiful rose. Now that the rose has withered, what will the little prince do while guarding that flower?

To be more precise, Yan Yu is not the Little Prince, but a vicious dog guarding his most precious flower.

Now, however, they have become homeless dogs.

Yan Yu didn't turn around. He looked out the window at the slightly gloomy sky, his expression somewhat forlorn. "Ah Bai, was it sunny in Beiping yesterday?"

Deputy General Bai was taken aback, as if he didn't know why Yan Yu had said such a thing out of the blue. He looked out the window, his voice somewhat distant, as if he had thought of something, "It's probably... a nice day."

"Really? That's good."

The gentleman dislikes gloomy weather.

Rather than navigating in the dark, the gentleman prefers to be a heroic figure who makes a grand entrance.

Yan Yu lowered his eyes and clenched his outstretched palms.

The seven-jeweled Buddhist prayer beads slid into his palm, his slender white fingertips constantly twisting the beads of different materials, only in this way could he suppress the overwhelming killing intent in his heart.

The bastard's laughing voice still echoed in my ears.

"Yesterday, a spy was executed in this square. He was very stubborn. He was killed after a dozen or so stabs."

The dark brown bloodstains on the square were chilling.

The refined-looking man paled even more upon seeing the person, and inwardly sneered.

How did someone like that become a regional commander?

They were even more verbally abusive, using yesterday's execution as a pretext to intimidate others, claiming that they had taken control of the negotiations.

How can someone so timid compare to them?

"He was an intelligence genius, but unfortunately a tough nut to crack. He was tortured for a while, but he didn't say a word. It was as if all his fingernails had been pulled out, and blood was left trailing behind him."

……

gentlemen……

But how could he control the overwhelming killing intent in his heart? With a great force, the old object that had been there for many years broke apart.

The colorful beads fell onto the wooden floor, making a crisp sound that clearly illuminated Yan Yu's mind and brought him back to his last remaining rationality. He stared blankly at the beads scattered at his feet.

Lieutenant Bai's face turned pale. He quickly picked up the scattered beads from the ground, made sure they were all safely stored, and then hurriedly found something to put them in.

Yan Yu did not immediately take the beads. He put his hand down, looked up at the person in front of him, and said, "Ah Bai, I want to take him back."

He is a member of the Yan family and should be buried in the Yan family's cemetery.

Seeing Yan Yu's serious expression, Deputy General Bai knew that these people had really messed with him this time. He sighed, put down what he was holding, went to Yan Yu's side, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine, I've followed you and done all sorts of things. It's just causing trouble on someone else's turf."

Yan Yu wanted to say something, but only managed to utter two words: "Thank you."

Just as Deputy General Bai was about to say something, there was a knock on the door. "Hello, we are the food delivery team."

I glanced at the wall clock; it was lunchtime.

Deputy General Bai opened the door for them.

Anyone who makes it to the door has definitely been searched.

The two people pushing the food cart did not immediately leave. The one in the lead took off his mask, smiled at Yan Yu, and said, "Commander Yan, nice to meet you. I am Chen Bai."

Yan Yu's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the person in front of him.

"A-Yao's... remains will eventually be handed over to his family."

Gu Yao had no parents, so Yan Yu was his only family.

After a long silence, Yan Yu nodded.

She is his wife, and it is her duty to bring her husband home.

Yan Yu looked out the window, clenched his fist, and his eyes were cold.

Under the cover of night, a group of people secretly left Beiping with the man covered in blood and mud.