The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story Chapter 558: Consecutive (4)

Chapter 558: Consecutive (4)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
His slender fingers slowly rubbed the patterns on the teacup as he said, “His Majesty has already issued an edict to investigate Father’s case again. The official document is already pasted at the city gate.”
Six Blessings was near the West Gate. Gu Yanfei suddenly understood why Gu Yuan would go so far early in the morning to buy snacks.
Be it in her previous life or in this life, her father’s injustice was a sore point for her brother. She had never let it go until her brother died in her previous life…
Gu Yanfei obediently handed Gu Yuan a plate of salty fresh meat mooncakes and said casually, “Big Brother, have you dreamed of Daddy?”
“I haven’t dreamed of it in a long time.” Gu Yuan ate the fresh meat mooncake and slowly drank tea. The tea in his mouth was sweet, but he felt a little astringent.
His eyes were in a daze. He was silent for a moment before saying, “When Father first passed away, 1 dreamed of him almost every night. Sometimes, 1 dreamed that he was covered in blood. Sometimes, 1 dreamed that his head was hung on the city wall. Sometimes, 1 dreamed that someone went to dig his grave…”
“During that period, no matter where I went, I could hear others scolding my father. It was the same for everyone 1 knew and didn’t know…”
“They say that my father betrayed his loyalty and turned against his lord. They claim that he carries the burden of a hundred thousand lost souls, that he betrayed his country, and that he sided with the enemy. They say his name will be infamous for eternity, and he will never find peace even in the afterlife. They say I’m destined to follow in his footsteps.”
Gu Yuan’s thoughts sank into the most torturous memories from nine years ago. His cold voice was slightly hoarse.
He tried to calm down, but he couldn’t calm down at all. His sadness, his anger, his heartache, and his unwillingness were exposed in his few words.
He looked up at the cloudless blue sky outside the window. Tears appeared in his eyes, and his heart ached.
His father was clearly noble and good, but he had to be insulted like this. To Gu Yuan, it was worse than taking his life.
In the past, Gu Yuan didn’t dare tell Gu Yanfei this for fear of making his sister sad.
Until now, he had seen the light of hope.
There was the sound of tea being poured. Gu Yuan looked over and saw Gu Yanfei refilling his tea. The little girl’s face was glistening like a pearl in the sunlight coming in from the window.
Just by staring at his sister like this, Gu Yuan felt much more at ease.
In the past, he had felt very lonely because, other than him, no one else believed that his father had been wronged, not even the Gu family or his only sister, Gu Yunrong.
Now, he had found his real sister. His sister trusted their father as much as he did.
How nice!
The corners of Gu Yuan’s lips slowly curled up. He took another sip of tea and savored the refreshing fragrance.
He drank very slowly and spoke very slowly. “During that period of time, I was often woken up by nightmares. When I couldn’t sleep, 1 would go to my father’s grave. 1 once swore there that 1 would definitely find the truth of the battle in Yangzhou nine years ago.”
“I can’t let Daddy bear the stigma of ten thousand years. I can’t let his bones be incomplete like this…” He lay on the ground.
“Incomplete bones?” Gu Yanfei suddenly interrupted Gu Yuan. Her clear eyes met Gu Yuan’s.
Gu Yuan:”…”
Gu Yuan was at a loss for words and immediately realized that he had misspoken.
He didn’t want to tell his sister about his father’s incomplete corpse.
“Big Brother?” Gu Yanfei raised her eyebrows and stared intently at Gu Yuan. Her beautiful face was filled with determination and stubbornness.
Gu Yuan’s heart was heavy. Every time he thought of these past events, it was as if a sharp blade was repeatedly twisting in his heart.
He gripped the teacup in his hand tightly and hesitated for a moment before saying honestly, “Nine years ago, Father’s head was sent to the capital as a spoil of war by the people of the State of Yue…”
“There’s only his head and his cloak in Father’s grave.”
Gu Yuan’s voice was filled with bitterness. The young man’s sitting posture was still straight, but there seemed to be an invisible weight on his shoulders. He couldn’t hide the sadness in his expression..