The corpse lying on the stretcher was undoubtedly Zi Shuilan.
There was a bloody hole in Zi Shuilan's heart. A large amount of blood stained his purple clothes, which matched the steward's description.
"Hua'er, I've let you down. I promised you that I would take good care of the City of Beastmen and raise Shuilan. I didn't expect…"
Upon seeing that the corpse was indeed Zi Shuilan, Yue Jinrong clutched his heart in pain, his breath trembling.
He suddenly fell onto the corpse and began crying uncontrollably.
"Hua'er, our only son has gone. How can I face the world to see you in the future!"
"At that time, I wanted to die with you, but you didn't agree… If I'd known, I would've gone with you then. It's better than sending our son on his last journey!"
Perhaps he was reminded of his sad past by Zi Shuilan's death, Yue Jinrong cried a few times and began to recall his late wife, Zi Hua.
