Chapter 820: Return, Gao Changwen's flashy operation

Time flew by; it was the fourth day since Gao Yang was hijacked!

Nighttime.

Wang Lao, Lei Bao, and the others were all excited; they came together to see Gao Yang off.

The attitude of the entire Heartless Sect was quite good; Lei Bao was even about to cry.

In a small alley not far from the Duke's Mansion.

"Lord Gao, goodbye!"

"Lord Gao, hurry back, don't let the old Duke worry. You've worked hard these past few days!"

Wang Lao and Lei Bao spoke to Gao Yang in unison.

Bai Xin-xin had chatted a lot with Gao Yang over these past few days and had a clearer understanding of the future path of the Heartless Sect.

She was confident that this time, going to Zhao Kingdom, they would surely be able to stir up a storm!

She was even extremely reluctant to part with him.

Such talent was truly too scarce!

Gao Yang waved to the Heartless Sect members, "Everyone, stop seeing me off. Let's keep in touch. This official will return."

"Especially the Red Dragon Envoy. This visit was too hurried, and time was too tight, so we couldn't have a heart-to-heart talk. Next time, I will definitely have your wife stir-fry a few good dishes and warm a pot of good wine; this official will definitely come to bother you."

Upon hearing this, Lei Bao's face turned green.

But he could only force a smile, "Good, this envoy will await Lord Gao's grand arrival!"

Gao Yang walked out of the street and looked at the majestic Duke's Mansion in the distance, feeling a thousand emotions in his heart.

"Grandfather, Father, Mother, Changwen, I'm afraid they've all been worried sick these past few days."

"Eh?"

"Why is there white mourning silk hanging? Do they think I'm dead?"

Gao Yang looked at the white mourning silk hanging above the Duke's Mansion, his mouth twitching as he muttered to himself.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Since he was kidnapped, it had been a full four days; the possibility of survival was too small.

But this trip, for him, was actually not bad.

As long as the Heartless Sect arrived in Zhao Kingdom, they would be unable to escape his control; it could be considered an unexpected joy.

But the only drawback was that he had stayed too long.

"Oh well!"

"Give Grandfather, Father, and Changwen a big surprise! They probably haven't slept well these past few days!"

Knock knock!

Gao Yang knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Old Fu's voice sounded, but Gao Yang did not speak.

Old Fu pushed open the door, his aged eyes filled with red bloodshot veins. When he saw Gao Yang's face, he was completely shocked.

He was even so frightened that he jumped back half a step and was about to scream.

But Gao Yang had already blocked Old Fu's mouth a step earlier, "Old Fu, it's me, I'm not dead yet!"

Old Fu was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch Gao Yang's face. When he felt it was warm, he instantly burst into tears.

"Eldest Young Master, that's great, you really aren't dead!"

Gao Yang nodded, a smile appearing on his face, "I was lucky, so I escaped a disaster and returned safely."

"But why is there white mourning silk hanging?"

Gao Yang pointed at the white mourning silk and asked Old Fu.

Old Fu's eyes turned red, and he said, "Eldest Young Master, you don't know, but since the day you had the accident, the old Duke went to the palace to see the Emperor immediately, publicly rebuking Her Majesty, and even slapped Lord Li and Commander Pan."

"For the next few days, the old Duke sat in command personally every day, sleeping only one or two hours a day. The suspicious people in the prison are almost full."

"But the Heartless Sect people are hidden too deeply, and some newly joined disciples don't know anything, so there has been no news of you for a long time. According to common sense, the first day was very dangerous, let alone four days. Everyone felt that the Eldest Young Master must have been harmed by villains, leaving no corpse behind."

"According to the rules of our Da Qian, within three days after a person dies, white mourning silk must be hung and a funeral held, otherwise they become homeless wandering ghosts and cannot be reincarnated. So the old Duke ordered people to continue searching unwillingly, while hanging the white mourning silk, making preparations for both possibilities."

Upon hearing this, Gao Yang felt a sudden warmth in his heart.

He hadn't expected that the usually stern Gao Tianlong would be so terrifying when he exploded, not only rebuking Wu Zhao but also slapping Li Long and Pan Anguo.

Under normal circumstances, Gao Tianlong would never do this.

The only explanation was that in Gao Tianlong's heart, his status was very, very important...

"I'll go tell the old Duke right away; he will definitely be very surprised." Old Fu said, about to turn and leave.

Gao Yang stopped Old Fu, "No need, I'll go myself."

"You tell the servants first, don't exclaim everywhere; don't let news of this young master leak out yet."

Seeing this, Old Fu was thoughtful for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

Gao Yang strode toward the back courtyard, wanting to see Gao Tianlong immediately.

But halfway there, he suddenly heard a sorrowful voice, and the direction was his own courtyard.

He stopped in his tracks abruptly.

"It... it sounds like Changwen's voice!"

"..."

Inside the small courtyard.

Beside a coffin, Gao Changwen was wearing a blue robe, tied with mourning cloth, his face full of sorrow.

One of his hands was placed on the black coffin, and his sorrowful voice rang out.

"Brother!" ===== CHAPTER 822 =====