Chapter 894

But Yang Bamei had already attached herself to the Dao Jun; if he accepted her bow, wouldn't that mean—he would become her Dao Jun's elder?

If he truly accepted that bow, wouldn't that be presumptuous beyond measure?

As an emperor, his thoughts are the most complex.

Even if others didn't care, he would still strive to avoid it.

Right now, this Yang family was for him nothing less than a dragon's den and a tiger's lair.

After giving instructions to Yang Bamei and She Saihua, Zhao Kuangyin left in a hurry.

"Bamei, is the Dao Jun really that terrifying?" She Saihua asked. "Even the Grand Ancestor Your Majesty from another realm dares not let us bow to him?"

Yang Yanqi paused thoughtfully: "Terrifying? Of course not—the Dao Jun brother is usually very kind. I suppose it's just that the Grand Ancestor, as emperor, thinks too much."

She Saihua nodded, though her inner thoughts remained unclear.

In three days, the Song Dynasty changed rulers.

No, perhaps it's more accurate to say the old ruler has returned.

The Grand Ancestor of the Song returned, ousted Zhao Zhen from the throne, reformed the old system, abolished numerous corvée labor and taxes, and filled the people of the realm with joy.

As for Zhao Zhen—who remembers him?

Tianbo Mansion.

"Mother, now that the realm is settled, shall I ask the Dao Jun brother to revive Father and my brothers?"

Yang Yanqi suggested.

Upon hearing this, She Saihua's eyes flickered with excitement, and she nodded.

The next moment, a portal opened in the void, and a tall, elegant young man stepped out.

Zhang Taixuan nodded to She Saihua, then stirred his thought, and the River of Time and Space appeared.

With a rush of water, figures were drawn forth from the River of Time and Space.

Yang Ye, Yang Yanping, Yang Yanguang...

In an instant, seven figures appeared within the Yang mansion.

Seeing them, She Saihua's eyes grew misty with tears.

Yang Yanqi too was tearful, trembling with emotion.

"Bamei, the matter is settled; I'm leaving. By the way, I've always liked the Yang family generals since childhood, so I won't charge you for this intervention," Zhang Taixuan said with a light laugh.

He turned and left.

Yang Yanqi, who had been rejoicing, suddenly felt a complex mix of emotions.

"You don't charge? Fine—but whether or not to pay is my decision. I, Yang Bamei, never break my word."

Besides, in her view, the Dao Jun brother refused payment entirely out of respect for the Yang family's devotion to defending the nation.

Her request for him to revive her father and brothers was a personal matter—how could she exhaust the merit earned by her father and brothers?

"What is this?"

Yang Ye's memories ended at the moment he died on the battlefield; he never imagined that after death, he wouldn't descend into a cold afterlife or meet grim reapers—only a flash of white light, then he found himself back at Tianbo Mansion.

"Could it be that death brings you back to your own home?"

Looking around in bewilderment, he saw Yang Bamei and She Saihua—and froze in shock.

"Impossible—Mother, how have you grown so old?"

"And Yanqi too—how did she suddenly grow so tall?"

"Father, you're not dead?"

At that moment, a shocked voice rang out, throwing the scene into chaos.

"Brother, Second Brother—you're not dead either!"

"What's going on?"

"Or are we all dead, and this is just our seventh-day soul return?"

Or are we all dead, and this is just our soul's return on the seventh day?