Master Jing's breath hitched.
His eyes widened, and for a moment, he felt as if no tragedy had occurred, that once the doors opened, the people inside would come out smiling.
However, his older brother-in-law did not do so; he approached the two horses and stopped them from being separated.
Master Jing was jolted from his reverie.
It wasn't his older brother-in-law.
No, it wasn't.
His older brother-in-law had died, and he had personally taken care of his body.
It was he who had brought his older brother-in-law down from the city walls, his hands trembling as he removed the Red-Tasseled Spear that had pierced his body.
Master Jing turned his head away, not wanting his older brother to see the redness in his eyes.
The Duke did not cry.
His tears had dried up.
After the fall of the Xuanyuan Family, after the painful loss of his wife, who had been pregnant with their first child, after Yinyin had closed her eyes forever in his arms, he had no more tears to shed.