Entering from the northern border of Yu State, not a few villages had been ravaged, with an unknown number of villagers killed.
In one village, Lin Zhan looked at the houses emitting thick smoke and the corpses strewn about, his face extremely grim.
"Mr. Si! Only one child is still alive!" A guard, holding a wailing infant wrapped in swaddling, came before Lin Zhan.
This guard was from the Yang family, and since Lin Zhan was brought up by the Yang family and was a disciple of Yang Zhenshan, younger than Ming Cheng, Ming Zhi, and Ming Hao, the Yang family's servants and guards thus addressed him as Mr. Si.
Looking at the child in his arms, Lin Zhan's eyes reddened instantly; he thought of himself, and also of Wang Mingzhe, who was also that small back then.
If it weren't for Yang Zhenshan taking them in, he might have starved to death a long time ago, and Wang Mingzhe would definitely have died of hunger, for Wang Yunqiao alone could not have supported him.
