After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

When he reached the mountainside, He Yuan paused.

"Why don't I see Zang Feng? Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet?"

Mei Qingge took out a letter.

"No need to look for him, he has already gone back."

This morning she cooked some dishes herself and sent them to He Zangfeng, but found this letter when she entered the house.

The atmosphere just now was too serious. Huo Tiancheng's death was also her fault. Mei Qingge naturally felt bad, so she didn't say anything.

He Yuan opened the letter and saw the words written on it.

"I am an unfilial child. There are some things that I cannot let go of. I ask for your permission to go down the mountain to travel and see the mountains, the vast sea, the full moon and the clear wind.

When I have thought it through, I will return to Yincheng to reunite with my father. Please don't worry about me, and please tell Aunt Mei that I have no hatred in my heart.

I can also swear to the morning sun and the bright moon that I will never seek revenge in this life, and I also hope that my father will marry Aunt Mei as soon as possible to fulfill her wish. Don't worry!"

Mei Qingge had not read the contents of the letter. When she took a glance at it, she couldn't describe the feeling. She only felt her eyes were sore and her heart was in turmoil.

"Zang Feng...is a good boy."

He Yuan nodded with a heavy heart.

"Forget it. Children grow up and are no longer under the control of their parents. If we force him to stay in Silver City at this time, it may not be a good thing."

Mei Qingge raised her head, hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it true that our acquaintance was wrong from the beginning? If not, why would God punish us so that we cannot have children and a reunion as a family?"

Looking at Mei Qingge's red eyes, He Yuan reached out and embraced her.

"You are imagining nonsense again. When children grow up, they all have to get married. How many parents in the world can keep their children by their side? Only husband and wife are the longest-lasting relationship. They are not blood-related, but they are better than family members."

Mei Qingge opened her mouth, but swallowed the unpleasant words back into her stomach.

"Let's go."

He Yuan nodded and walked towards the mountain gate with her.

He didn't dare mention getting married. Now was not a good time. After going through so much, everyone needed to calm down.

He originally wanted to hand over Yincheng to He Zangfeng and come to Zifu to marry into the family. But now that the brat has run away, he can only be patient and wait until Mei Qingge calms down before talking about other things.

At the entrance of the mountain, dozens of guests had already been waiting there. Lin Xiao's snow-white hair was particularly eye-catching among the crowd.

Yin Qingxuan wanted to go over and greet her, but then she thought better of it. Her master was extremely emotionally unstable, so it was better not to provoke him.

"I believe you all have been waiting for a long time. Now that the Ascension Road has been owned by the Purple Mansion, Mei Qingge will also fulfill the promise that the Purple Mansion made to you all that day. I will set off to the Ascension Road and discuss it with everyone."

Although the guests all came from underworld, they were all people of high status, different from the mob. Even though they were extremely happy in their hearts, they still looked calm on the surface.

"Then there are Palace Master Lao Mei and City Master He."

Mei Qingge bowed.

"This is what Zifu should do. Please go ahead."

Everyone was a martial arts master, so there was no need to ride horses. He Yuan told the general direction, and everyone used their martial arts skills to head straight for the place.

Watching the crowds flocking there, Ye Jinglan suddenly remembered Dengtiandao's voice, which sounded very similar to his own.

He was not sure whether the sound came from the broken stone or from the evil cinnabar between his eyebrows.

Ye Jinglan wanted to tell Yin Qingxuan several times, but he was afraid that she and Ye Jingyu would worry about him, so he swallowed the words back.

Perhaps, he really was overthinking it.

Yincheng has been holding the way to heaven for fifty years, hasn't everything been fine?

Thinking of those old Taoist priests with big noses, Ye Jinglan sucked his teeth. After leaving this place, he should also take a look at the Holy Land...