Chapter 892

Yang Yanqi told about the chat group and the matter of Zhang Taixuan.

She Taijun was shocked at first, then gradually calmed down. Looking at the things floating around her, she already believed Yang Yanqi's words.

"Mother, as long as I go ask someone, I can get Dao-jun gege to save them back. When that time comes, the Yang family will be saved, and the Great Song will be saved too. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

She Taijun tapped her dragon-head staff, producing a tremendous sound.

"Let me think this over. You should go back and rest first.

Having said that, she walked into the ancestral hall and closed the door.

Yang Yanqi was a little worried: "Mother, please don't do anything rash."

"What could I possibly do rashly?" She Taijun's irritated voice came from within the ancestral hall.

Only after hearing this did Yang Yanqi leave.

Inside the ancestral hall.

She Taijun set the dragon-head staff aside, slowly walked forward, picked up a spirit tablet, and gently began wiping it.

"Husband, should I listen to Eighth Sister now, or hold fast to the promise I made back then?"

"If it truly is His Majesty the Great Ancestor descending, it wouldn't count as betraying the country, would it?"

The spirit tablets in the ancestral hall had always been wiped frequently, so there wasn't much dust.

After wiping for a while, She Taijun polished Yang Ye's tablet until it shone, then picked up another tablet and began wiping it.

"Erlang, tell Mother what should I do?"

"Sigh!"

Only inside the ancestral hall, with the doors closed, was She Taijun simply a person.

Outside, she could only be the matriarch of the Yang family of Tianbo Manor — the awe-inspiring She Taijun.

But she was also a human being.

Her husband had died in battle, and of her sons only a single seedling remained. The one who grieved most was actually her.

Only when wiping the tablets of her sons and husband could she show her vulnerable side, reveal a sorrowful expression.

"Perhaps Eighth Sister is right."

"Husband, I've decided. Even if you blame me, I must bring our children and you back to life."

After finishing wiping the tablets, She Taijun's gaze grew resolute.

If it were treason, she naturally would not agree.

But if it were the Great Ancestor returning to take charge of the nation, then naturally it would not count as treason.

This point was very important.

She Taijun pushed open the door, picked up the dragon-head staff, walked out of the ancestral hall into the setting sun, and then summoned Yang Yanqi.

"Eighth Sister, are you certain about the matter from before?" She Taijun asked.

Yang Yanqi nodded repeatedly, her expression joyful, and said: "Of course I'm certain. Mother, shall we act now?"

She Taijun nodded: "Go ahead and summon His Majesty the Great Ancestor back. Also, asking that Dao-jun to act — you truly don't regret it?"

"Of course." Yang Yanqi nodded fiercely. "Anyway, a daughter has to get married eventually. Marrying an immortal is far better than marrying some common mortal."

She Taijun nodded: "As long as you're willing.

Having gained her mother's approval, Yang Yanqi was overjoyed, and hurriedly opened the chat group.

Yang Yanqi: "Mother has agreed. Your Majesty the Great Ancestor, you can prepare to come over. Also, Dao-jun gege, may I trouble you to come save them?"

Su Xiao: "She agreed?"

Yang Yanqi: "Mm. I told her that Dao-jun gege could bring father and brothers back, and Mother saw reason."

Hu Yifei: "That's normal. Of all the Yang family's tragic state, no one is more heartbroken than She Taijun — she sent off her husband, and then white-haired parents sent off black-haired children, losing six sons. She carries

too much on her shoulders. Add to that the fact that it's the Song Great Ancestor retaking the realm, and naturally she would see reason.

Wuqing: "Congratulations, Young Lady Yang. You'll soon have the whole family reunited."

Yang Yanqi: "Thank you. It's been so many years since I've seen father and my brothers. I just don't know