Chapter 890: Tense Standoff Between Two Sides

Gu Jin wiped away the tears on his face, which couldn’t be cleaned, while comforting him, "Xiao An, don’t be like this, you still have me, you still have me, I will always be by your side. Don’t be sad, Grandma An wouldn’t want you to be like this—"

An Mingji’s tears fell like a broken string, sliding down his lips and landing on the exquisitely carpeted floor.

Hearing Gu Jin’s words, he opened his lips: "Sister A-Jin—" His voice was hoarse and sorrowful, mingled with desolation.

This call sounded ethereal, yet carried a clear sense of reliance, like calling out the last hope.

"I’m here, I’m here."

Gu Jin stepped forward and embraced the boy who made her heart ache.

She held An Mingji tightly, providing him with maximum comfort.

"Xiao An, I’m here, Sister A-Jin is always here, I will always be by your side."

An Mingji finally released the hand that tightly gripped An Feng, he raised his arms and embraced Gu Jin heavily.

The force was so great that even Gu Jin felt pain.

But she didn’t make a sound and chose to endure.

She knew Xiao An needed her companionship now.

Having experienced the loss of loved ones time and again since he was young, he was still just a child, even though now he held a high position, he was a boy of flesh and blood, how could he not be sad, how could he not be heartbroken.

But Gu Jin couldn’t bear to see him sad even for a moment.

Seeing the other sad would make her heart ache as well.

The butler, seeing that the Young Master finally let go of the Madam, immediately beckoned to the servants.

Everyone quickly stepped forward, carefully lifting the Madam’s body and heading towards the bedroom.

They needed to dress the Madam and send her off on her final journey.

An Feng had arranged her affairs before her death.

She wanted to return to her family, to the sister who once helped her escape.

An Mingji knew her thoughts and decided to take Aunt An to find Grandma today.

Grandma was buried on the mountainside of Qingluan Mountain in Qingshan Village after she passed away.

During her lifetime, An Feng had visited the place to see Grandma, saying she loved the scenery there.

An Feng was dressed in the Hua Country’s shouyi (burial suit), placed in a wooden coffin.

When the coffin lid was about to be closed, An Mingji and Gu Jin stood beside it, he stared deeply at his aunt, lying in the coffin, with benevolent brows and eyes, a gentle expression on her face.

He knew she passed away peacefully, without any pain or regret.

The Emperor Green Jade they brought back from Nanmian was placed by An Feng’s side, something she didn’t leave behind even as she departed.

As the coffin was closed, An Mingji held Gu Jin’s hand tightly.

From now on, he had no more blood relatives in this world.

They all left him one by one, now he only had Sister A-Jin.

An Mingji turned his head, his reddened eyes flashed a hint of serenity, deep in thought as he stared at the Gu Jin by his side, with an unfathomable darkness in his eyes that even he didn’t know about.

Gu Jin was even less aware of it.

As the coffin was closed, Allen and others downstairs had already prepared the convoy to return to Qingshan Village.

An Mingji and Gu Jin went downstairs, followed by the butler and others carrying the coffin.

When they got downstairs, they realized that Allen and others were in trouble.

Opposite Allen were an evenly matched number of soldiers, dressed in rigorous uniforms and armed with weapons.

This morning, the leaders above received reports that there was a group of terrorists at the Left Bank Pavilion, and immediately sent reinforcements.

At this moment, the two sides were in a standoff, the atmosphere tense, with a thick smell of gunpowder.

As they witnessed the scene downstairs, the ringtone of Gu Jin’s phone in his pocket rang.