"My lord, what should we do with Nie Yang's corpse?"
Wei Ci saw Jiang Pengji walk out of the tent and hurriedly went forward to ask.
Jiang Pengji said, "Nie Yang's last words were that he hoped I could cremate his corpse."
Cremate?
Wei Ci was shocked. Although his lord liked to use fire to dispose of enemy and ally corpses on the battlefield, that was because the rotting of corpses could easily cause a large-scale plague. It was a last resort. Based on the current trend, corpses were not to be desecrated, not to mention cremation. Wasn't this what people thought of as "burning the bones and scattering the ashes"? He never expected that Nie Yang would be the one to suggest cremation.
"Why … did he leave such a last word?"
Wei Ci could not figure it out. According to his understanding of Nie Yang in his previous life, he was not a kind person despite his young age.
"He said that he had a clear conscience, but he still owed someone." He made the decision to burn himself to death. Most likely, it had something to do with the person he owed. Perhaps he wanted to atone for his sins, "Jiang Pengji said." I will fulfill his wish and return his ashes to Nie Ying. "
"Yes."
The moment Nie Yang died and the system was destroyed, not only did Nie Yang's corpse return to its original appearance, but Nie Qing, who was far away in the Nie camp, also felt an unfamiliar throbbing in his chest. A strange feeling came from all over his body, as if there were some worms wriggling on his body.
"Father-in-law …"
Nie Qing could not help but call out. Wei Yong and Fan Chen, who were patiently waiting outside, heard the commotion and rushed in.
"Young lord!"
"My lord!"
As the two called out to him, they saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
They saw with their own eyes that Nie Qing's body had grown a little, his shoulders had widened, and his face had undergone a drastic change.
"Does the young lord feel unwell anywhere?"
Wei Yong saw that Nie Qing had returned to his original appearance and heaved a sigh of relief. He hurriedly went forward to grab his arms and carefully examined him from head to toe. His eyes were overflowing with tears of excitement. When he realized that his actions were disrespectful, he hurriedly retracted his arms.
Nie Qing said gently, "There's no discomfort. Father-in-law, don't worry."
Fan Chen went forward and smiled. "In that case, the demon and Nie Yang have been executed? We don't have to worry anymore. "
Nie Qing had been about to smile, but hearing Nie Yang's words, the corners of his lips that had just risen stiffened and he silently retracted them.
Seeing his reaction, Wei Yong was a bit worried, but he didn't say anything else.
"Young Master, this matter shouldn't be publicized. Nie Yang had slaughtered his own clan for his own selfish desires and plotted to murder the Young Master. Now that he had been executed, the case could be considered closed and the Nie Clan could be given an explanation. Right now, the most important thing is to help the deceased master return home. Young Master, rest a little tonight and set off tomorrow. "With a few words, Wei Yong pushed the blame for Nie Liang's massacre of the Nie clan elders onto Nie Yang.
In any case, Nie Yang was already a dead man. No matter how many scapegoats were thrown at him, would he be able to crawl out of the ground and protest?
Nie Qing was distracted and listened to Wei Yong's arrangements.
Not long after sunset, Jiang Pengji sent someone to place Nie Yang's ashes in a ceramic box and send it to the Nie camp. Nie Yang's last words were delivered along the way.
Nie Qing didn't speak for a long time after hearing it. He stared at the urn of ashes in a daze, his thoughts unknown.
Wei Yong asked him how he planned to deal with the urn of ashes. What Nie Yang had done was destined not to be buried in the ancestral grave.
If Wei Yong were to decide, he wanted to scatter the ashes cleanly and let Nie Yang be a lonely ghost for the rest of his life.
Nie Qing said, "Father-in-law, I want to bring him back to Bianzhou and find a place to bury him."
He was already dead. Nie Qing didn't want to pursue the matter any further?
Even if he scattered Nie Yang's ashes cleanly, what use was there besides venting his anger?
Rather than torturing the souls of the dead, it was more like lashing the hearts of the living.
Wei Yong said, "Everything shall be as the Young Master says."
Nie Qing asked again, "As for Liu Xi … did Father have any other instructions before he died?"
The two armies were facing off against each other. They had only temporarily stopped fighting because of Nie Liang's funeral, but the battle that had to be fought still had to be fought unless one side retreated.
Jiang Pengji currently had the upper hand. The Nie clan had suffered significant losses, but it hadn't reached the point where they had to retreat.
Wei Yong said, "The late Lord did make arrangements before he died, but because of Nie Yang's matter, it was temporarily put on hold."
Nie Qing heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. I'll have to trouble Father-in-law with the matters at the frontlines."
Nie Qing could not be delayed in bringing the spirit back to his hometown. Nie Qing set off the next day.
After secretly sending Nie Qing away, Wei Yong's expression darkened. He looked at Zhanjiang Pass with anger in his eyes.
Even though Nie Yang had poisoned Nie Liang, it was Jiang Pengji who had angered Nie Liang over and over again and caused his early death.
This debt had to be paid.
Jiang Pengji looked at the letter of challenge in her hands and laughed involuntarily. She smiled helplessly and said, "I just helped them, and they're going to deal with me."
The salted fish expressed their disdain. After all, they were the clearest about what Jiang Pengji had done.
Toudu Feiqiu: "Wei Yong said that he wanted to deal with the streamer. Nie Liang's head is already over. If he didn't say anything, he would be slapping himself in the face."
Gatorade: "Streamer, this is called the villain complaining first. It's obvious that you angered Nie Liang to death first. It's not wrong for them to deal with you."
Jiang Pengji shook her head. She raised her hand and slammed the letter of challenge on the table. She shouted loudly outside the tent, "Quickly get the military counselors here."
Before the soldiers could lift their feet, they saw Qiguan Rang walking toward the commander's tent with a solemn expression.
"Wen Zheng, you came just in time. I have something to talk to you about."
Qiguan Rang said, "My lord, there's no hurry. I have an urgent report from Zhangzhou."
Jiang Pengji reached out and took the letter from Qiguan Rang. She said, "Forget it. Nie Liang is dead. The Nie family is without a leader. Nie Qing is still a young and inexperienced child. He's not a big threat. What's happening in Zhangzhou? Why is Wen Zheng so anxious? "
It was said to be an urgent report, but it was actually old news from a few days ago.
Jiang Pengji opened the letter and read ten lines at a glance. The more she read, the tighter her brows knitted. Flames rose in her heart.
"This group of gentry clans in Zhangzhou … Are all of them itching for a beating?"
Jiang Pengji did not expect that the first problem they encountered would not come from Yang Tao's forces, but from the gentry clans in Zhangzhou.
In order to further understand the water situation in Zhangzhou, Yang Si and the others advanced step by step by eliminating the water bandits. Later, they were obstructed by the navy under Yang Tao's command. Several small-scale water battles broke out between the two parties. They fought inextricably with their strong combat power.
Looking at the battle situation, the gentry clans in Zhangzhou could not sit still.
When they heard the news of Nie Liang's death, the scales began to tilt in Jiang Pengji's favor.
Yang Tao had fewer troops and was weak. Jiang Pengji could fight two against one with ease. The outcome of the battle was not optimistic.
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