After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 176 Rebirth from the Fire

Jiang Shiyuan slowly stood up and gently stroked Jiang Shijia's portrait with his slender jade-like fingers.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely respect your wishes."

Jiang Shiyuan knew that during the period of the Republic of China, the Nanjing National Government was trying to implement a cremation policy.

However, due to the deep-rooted traditional ideas of the Chinese people, the implementation effect was not ideal.

But even after his death, my brother did not forget to take the lead in supporting the country's newly implemented cremation policy.

At this moment, she took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Chen Xiangyun and Feng Ma beside her.

"Aunt Xiang, Aunt Feng, I've made up my mind. I want to hold a cremation for my brother."

When Aunt Feng heard this, the cup she was handing over almost slipped, "Second Miss, this is absolutely not allowed!"

"The eldest young master is the only child of the Jiang family, how can he be cremated?"

"If this gets out, all the ancestors of the Jiang family will blame us!"

Chen Xiangyun also looked embarrassed. "Xiaoyuan, I know your brother mentioned this idea in his suicide note, but cremation is not in line with our tradition after all..."

"Aunt Xiang, I know." Jiang Shiyuan said firmly, "But since my brother wrote down this will, he must have his reasons."

"I must help him finish it!"

She took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper from her sleeve and handed it to Chen Xiangyun.

"This is my brother's suicide note, please take a look!"

Chen Xiangyun took the letter and slowly unfolded it, only to see Jiang Shijia's vigorous handwriting written on it:

"I wish my ashes to be scattered into the Huangpu River, merge with the surging waters, and forever protect Shanghai and China!"

These two short lines are filled with Jiang Shijia's love for his country and nation, as well as his determination to face death head on.

After reading it, Feng Ma and Chen Xiangyun were both silent.

They knew that Jiang Shijia was a man of his words, and since he had written down such a will, he would never change it easily.

"But Second Miss, the world is so chaotic now, the crematorium..." Aunt Feng hesitated to speak.

Jiang Shiyuan naturally understood her concerns. "Mother Feng, I've already inquired about it. There is a crematorium in Jing'an District that is supported by the government. There shouldn't be any problems."

"Aunt Xiang, please accompany me." Jiang Shiyuan held Chen Xiangyun's hand and said softly.

Chen Xiangyun nodded, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The crematorium in Jing'an District is located in a secluded place, surrounded by lush trees and a quiet environment.

When Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Xiangyun arrived, it was afternoon. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

The staff at the crematorium was a middle-aged man with a kind face and wearing a simple Zhongshan suit.

"Are you two here to handle the cremation arrangements?"

"Yes." Jiang Shiyuan nodded, "This is my brother's death certificate and suicide note."

The staff member took the document, checked it carefully, and said, "Ms. Jiang, according to regulations, cremation requires the signature and confirmation of the family members."

Jiang Shiyuan picked up the pen without hesitation and signed his name on the document.

The staff member put the documents away and said politely, "Please follow me."

He brought Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Xiangyun to a spacious and bright room to wait, and the room next door was the crematorium.

Jiang Shiyuan saw the huge crematorium in the cremation room through the small window of the room.

My brother is about to turn into ashes here, but his patriotism and heroism will always remain in people’s hearts.

The staff put Jiang Shijia's body into the crematorium. As the furnace door slowly closed, the raging fire instantly engulfed everything.

Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Xiangyun stood in front of the small window, waiting quietly.

Time passed quickly, the temperature of the crematorium became higher and higher, and the air in the room became hotter and hotter.

After an unknown amount of time, the indicator light of the crematorium finally went out.

The staff opened the furnace door, collected the ashes of Jiang Shijia's main joints into a bright yellow cloth bag, and then handed it respectfully to Jiang Shiyuan.

"Miss Jiang, these are your brother's ashes."

Jiang Shiyuan took the bag of ashes and felt it was warm to the touch, as if it still contained his brother's body temperature.

At this moment, the staff member who was about to close the furnace door suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? What is this?"

He took out a crystal clear red jade pendant from the crematorium.

"It's incredible that this jade pendant has not been melted!"

Jiang Shiyuan took the jade pendant and looked at it carefully. He saw that the jade pendant was fiery red and had a lifelike phoenix carved on it.

The phoenix spread its wings and seemed to fly, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of the jade pendant and soar into the sky.

"Brother, you actually have a jade pendant exactly like mine..."

Jiang Shiyuan tightly grasped the jade pendant, and took out the Phoenix Blood Jade that he had been wearing. After comparing the two, tears welled up in his eyes.

It turned out that the Zhong family's heirloom was a pair of Phoenix Blood Jades, one for her and one for her brother.

Now, this Phoenix Blood Jade has actually withstood the thousand-degree high temperature in the crematorium and appeared in front of him intact.

It was as if the ancestors of the Zhong family and his brother were giving him strength and courage.

As the saying goes, the phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes!

Like you, like me, and like the current ill-fated land of China.

But as long as we can withstand the test of fire, we will be reborn, dancing like a phoenix in the sky, and blooming with dazzling brilliance.

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath and tried to calm the turbulent emotions in his heart.

She kept her brother's Phoenix Blood Jade and placed the urn in an antique and exquisite rosewood urn.

The wood was heavy, as if carrying the tremendous weight of my brother's heroic spirit.

She gently closed the urn, and the crisp sound, like a sigh, echoed in the silent room.

A Ming held up a huge black umbrella for Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Xiangyun, covering the sad atmosphere in the small world.

Jiang Shiyuan wrapped the urn with red cloth and held it tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to pass all the warmth to his brother.

She and Chen Xiangyun got into a black Citroen sedan, and A Ming took them to the Huangpu River on the Bund to scatter the ashes.

Cars were driving on the busy streets of the International Settlement. The hustle and bustle of traffic and the noise of people seemed incompatible with their sadness.

Jiang Shiyuan looked out the window, his eyes blurred and his mind full of thoughts.

They came to the Huangpu River on the Bund, where the surface of the river was sparkling.

The river breeze caressed Jiang Shiyuan's face, but it couldn't blow away the sadness in her heart.

"Brother, we're here." Jiang Shiyuan said softly.

She untied the red cloth, opened the urn, and scattered her brother's ashes into the Huangpu River bit by bit.

The ashes drifted with the wind and merged into the river, as if they had become one with the land, never to be separated.

"Brother, you once said that you wanted to live freely like the waves on the Huangpu River." Jiang Shiyuan muttered to himself, looking into the distance.

"Now, you can finally realize your wish!"

"Don't worry, I will live well for you and live the way you want."

"I will inherit your legacy and contribute my own strength to the country and the nation."

Jiang Shiyuan closed his eyes, letting the tears flow down his face, and prayed silently in his heart: "Brother, may your soul rest in peace in heaven."

She did not scatter all of her brother's ashes into the river, but kept one third to be placed in the cemetery.

She wanted to leave a memory for her brother, a place where she could express her grief.

"Aming, let's send my brother to the cemetery in the French Concession!" Jiang Shiyuan said, with a hint of sob in his voice.

"Yes, Miss Yuan." A Ming held up a black umbrella and escorted Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Xiangyun to the car.

The black Citroen sedan slowly drove away from the Huangpu River and merged into the busy traffic.

At this time, the surface of the river was covered with ripples, as if telling a heroic story.

And this story will be passed down forever, inspiring generations of Chinese people.