Bi Xiuwen shook her head and replied.
"The other party had only ten fingers."
Li Ping said slowly.
"My son was a gift from God, which is why he had an extra finger. If fate hadn't been so cruel, he might have grown up to be a brilliant general, just like his father."
Bi Xiuwen cast him a sideways glance.
"Always bragging."
Li Ping gave an embarrassed laugh.
He suggested, "My lady, look, now that this matter has come to light, let's put it behind us so it no longer weighs on your heart. Why don't you go to their grave site, burn some spirit money, and clear away the weeds? Let them rest in peace in the afterlife."
Bi Xiuwen pondered for a moment.
"Very well. Every time I go, I only burn paper money; I truly have neglected to clear the weeds. That work was always done secretly by your former subordinates. Since that is the case, I shall set off at once."
"Go now, and return soon."
...
Between life and death, the yin and yang remain worlds apart.
The lonely grave stood in utter desolation.
Bi Xiuwen arrived at the green mountain where the Prince, the Princess Consort, and Chizi were buried.
The mountain was high, its peak piercing the clouds.
The solitary grave stood alone upon the mountain.
It was nothing more than a mound of dirt.
A humble tombstone stood before it, the characters carved crookedly with a sword.
The inscription was still barely legible:
"Tomb of Ding Yishan, Lin Shiyin, and their beloved son, Ding Wei."
Eroded by the wind, the thin tombstone would soon have i…
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