I made the villain right.

Shi Wei stood at the gate of the general's mansion, looking at the sealed door, feeling as if he was in another world.

He slowly pushed the door open and walked in. The heavy wooden door creaked, and with this sound, a past was revealed.

Dust, fallen leaves, weeds and spider webs can be seen everywhere in the yard, which makes me feel mixed emotions.

Wherever he went, scenes from the past in the mansion kept appearing in his mind. The once bustling courtyard was now frighteningly quiet, and everything had changed.

When he thought of the hundreds of people in the general's mansion who died unjustly because of him, his eyes revealed deep sadness and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

Shi Wei lowered his head and sighed, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes.

He was thinking that he would just make do with it and stay here tonight, buy some maids and servants tomorrow, tidy up and clean the house, and then bring his children home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sighed, a group of people came out of the yard, holding brooms, feather dusters, dustpans, buckets, rags and other cleaning tools.

"Hurry up and clean up the courtyard so that the general can have a good rest here tonight." Ma Dongcheng commanded a small team of imperial guards.

Upon hearing this, the Royal Guards started to clean the courtyard.

Shi Wei was slightly stunned, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He didn't expect that Ma Dongcheng would come to help him at this time.

Ma Dongcheng walked quickly to Shi Wei, bowed slightly, his eyes full of sincerity: "General, you have suffered. From now on, the General's Mansion will return to its former state."

Shi Wei looked at Ma Dongcheng and the busy imperial guards, his eyes slightly reddened. He reached out and patted Ma Dongcheng on the shoulder, his voice a little hoarse: "Dongcheng, thank you."

Ma Dongcheng paused and said, "General, you are too kind. These brothers all admire your character and achievements. We are all willing to contribute to the General's Mansion."

After saying this, Ma Dongcheng also joined the cleaning team.

The Silver Armor Army patrolled the black market and finally found Leng Yue's body.

Fan Hua, Xu Wusheng and others then withdrew from the black market.

A group of captured Wuji Sect disciples were escorted out of the black market by the Silver Armored Army.

Just as Xu Wusheng stepped out of the black market, a beautiful figure quickly ran towards him.

"Brother Wusheng." A clear voice called out, and the person who came was Yun Youying.

Her hair ribbon fluttered slightly, her eyes were full of concern and joy, and she ran towards Xu Wusheng eagerly. He was the only focus in the crowd.

Xu Wusheng was a little surprised when he saw Yun Youying running over, "Ying'er, why are you here?"

Yun Youying's face was filled with worry as she replied, "I heard that a man-eating monster appeared in the black market, so I came here out of concern for your safety."

Her eyes were fixed on Xu Wusheng, as if to confirm whether he was safe.

He reached out his hand, gently touched Yun Youying's head, and said softly, "The monster has been eliminated. It's okay."

At this moment, a woman wearing a veil suddenly appeared in the crowd.

Seeing this, Fan Hua subconsciously wanted to go forward and chase after him. However, before he could take a few steps, he was blocked from view by Li Muci.

"Dad asked me to take you home to live."

Fan Hua frowned slightly, feeling a little anxious. When he turned his gaze and looked for the mysterious woman again, he found that she had disappeared.

Li Muci noticed Fan Hua's gaze and followed it, wondering, "What are you looking for?"

Fan Hua's eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment he said, "Nothing, let's go."

Fan Hua and Li Muci had just returned to Yunbohou Mansion. Before they could settle down, they saw two figures running into the mansion in a hurry.

Fan Hua looked closely and found that it was Shengqing Wang and Li Zhi.

King Shengqing's face was filled with a mixture of anxiety and joy, and his eyes were fixed on Fan Hua, as if he wanted to confirm that the person in front of him was really the son he had been thinking about day and night.

"Nannan!" The Holy King called out, filled with endless longing and concern.

That word "Nannan" seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, bringing with it the intimacy and warmth of childhood.

Fan Hua was slightly startled. This strange yet familiar name made him feel a complicated emotion.

He looked at King Shengqing, and his eyes instantly brightened, revealing an indescribable joy and anticipation.

King Shengqing walked forward, held Fanhua's shoulders with trembling hands, and looked at him carefully.

"Why didn't I notice before that your eyebrows are very similar to your mother's?" King Shengqing's voice was a little choked, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and through Fanhua he seemed to see his gentle and beautiful wife, his heart filled with guilt and longing.

As a father, he was the last to know that his son was still alive.

If Li Zhi hadn't told him today, he wouldn't have known the news.

Perhaps he was filled with hatred at the time, blinded by his own blindness, and convinced that his wife and children were dead, so he would not think of these things.

He couldn't imagine how much suffering Fan Hua had endured, as he had been living outside for many years since he was a child, and how he had gone from being the prince of Shengqing to being the leader of Fengyun Pavilion, a gangster killer organization.

Fan Hua is a reserved person. Although his heart was filled with emotions at this moment, his face was only slightly moved.

When he was eight years old, he also felt the care and warmth given by his adoptive father, which was as beautiful as a flash in the pan, short-lived and precious.

Later he was sold to the slave market, where he witnessed the ugliness and cruelty of human nature. His dignity was wantonly trampled upon. He was like a trapped beast in a cage, with no end in sight and his hope almost shattered.

Later, he came to Fengyun Pavilion, a place full of blood and killing. He sank into the dark swamp several times and struggled on the brink of life and death.

After decades of trials and tribulations, the heart has long become cold and heartless, and one has long forgotten what family affection is like.

During those long years, he was like a lone traveler, groping forward in the darkness, with only the instinct of survival in his heart.

Later, he met Du Xuan, Ran Ke, and Yun Chuan, who made him realize that he could have like-minded friends whom he could trust and rely on, and he was no longer alone in the dark.

Later, he met Shi Jin, married her, fell in love with her, and lived with her family day and night, caring and supporting each other. These bits of warmth and care, like a bright light in the darkness, gradually illuminated his long-closed soul.

He began to understand family affection and re-examine his life. He would begin to crave more love, but he would also worry about gains and losses, be afraid of losing, feel inferior, and often wonder whether he was worthy of her.

But at the same time, he will work hard to make himself better and better, just to protect this precious feeling.

In this complicated world, he finally found his home, and Shi Jin was his home.

King Shengqing gently let go of Fanhua, his eyes full of relief and kindness.

He nodded slightly, trying to calm his excited emotions.

"Now that your revenge has been taken and you are still alive, your mother's soul in heaven will rest in peace."

King Shengqing's voice trembled slightly and tears flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to see his wife, who was smiling as she watched them reunite as father and son.

King Shengqing stared at Fan Hua intently, as if describing his outline.

A smile appeared on his face, and in that smile there was a sense of recovery, and relief and liberation from heavy hatred.

Fan Hua reached out and gently held King Shengqing's arm, his eyes were calm and firm, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth were filled with a hint of warmth.

"Father, everything will pass. Look forward. The road ahead is still long. Let's walk it together."

King Shengqing looked at his grown-up son with a moved look in his eyes and said softly, "Okay."

Not far away, Li’s father and son watched this scene quietly, with emotion in their eyes and moved in their hearts.

The darkness has broken, dawn is coming, and everything is moving in a good direction.

His eyes were red, and he waved his hand to signal Butler Zhao to come forward, then said, "After all the hardships, they are finally reunited. It is a blessing. Tell the kitchen to prepare some exquisite dishes. We are going to celebrate for them tonight."

Butler Zhao took the order and left.

Li Zhi looked at Shengqing Wang and Fanhua, his heart filled with relief.

Li Muci folded his hands in front of his chest, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes sparkled with joy: "My young master, I am in a good mood today. I have to drink a few more glasses of wine for dinner."

There was a hint of freedom and uninhibitedness in his words, as if he was also infected by this warm scene.