She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 118: Skeletons Everywhere, River of Blood

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Skeletons Everywhere, River of Blood

When Xie Qun from the Dali Temple arrived with his men, it was exactly when Yan An was standing in front of the Yan Family members, putting on an arrogantly insolent display.

He dismounted from his horse and quick-stepped to the side.

Seeing Xie Qun arrive, Yan An immediately gave the order, "It’s perfect timing for Your Excellency to come. Take them away."

Xie Qun was momentarily startled. He frowned and was just about to raise his hand to signal his men to haul them away.

Yan Wanqing, who had been silent at the side, raised her bowed head. She looked at Xie Qun and coldly uttered two words, "Who dares."

The hand that Xie Qun had raised instantly fell.

Yan An glared at Yan Wanqing, "Are you defying an imperial edict?"

"I dare not," Yan Wanqing said, neither servile nor overbearing. Her lips were chapped, and her entire demeanor was haggard, but at that moment, she still managed to carry herself with grace, eliciting unwarranted sympathy from onlookers.

If Yan Wanqing defied the imperial edict, she would be tarnishing the reputations of her father and brothers even in the afterlife.

She could not let her father and brothers bear such a disgraceful stain.

It wasn’t that she lacked the strength to rebel.

It was that at this moment, she could not.

How could her father, a man so proud, endure such baseless slander and disgrace?

"The dead cannot be brought back to life. Bringing the coffins to the Dali Temple would undoubtedly disturb the peace of my father and brothers in the netherworld. The Emperor is wise and martial; he would not do something so disheartening to his loyal officials. Why not do this, allow my father and brothers to enter the ancestral hall today, and I, Yan Wanqing, will accompany you back to the Dali Temple!"

She stood upright, extending both hands directly in front of Xie Qun, "What do you think? Master Xie."

Before Xie Qun could utter a word, Yan An, who could no longer wait, burst out, "You dare question the Emperor’s sacred decree!"

Yan Wanqing looked up, "This humble girl is offering a solution. After all, filial piety is paramount. My father and brothers’ remains are not yet cold, and they’ve spent a lifetime in military service. They cannot be denied peace even in death."

"What do you say, National Master!" Yan Wanqing suddenly shouted at a figure in the distance.

A Taoist, with the appearance of a sage, came riding on a donkey, wobbling towards them.

In this life, it was Yan Wanqing’s first time seeing Song Huaxu.

Under such circumstances.

Song Huaxu’s donkey pushed aside Yan An and stopped in front of Sun Qinglian.

He got off the donkey and handed Sun Qinglian a clean handkerchief, exchanged a few words with her, then walked up to Yan Wanqing. Seeing her condition, Song Huaxu nodded, "You’ve had it hard, child."

Yan Wanqing lowered her gaze, "I have seen the National Master."

Song Huaxu sighed and turned his attention to Yan An, "You and the Lord of the Township Manor are brothers; such actions are indeed disheartening. It’s likely that the Emperor acted in a fit of anger and will find this matter inappropriate after the fact. How will you resolve this then?"

Yan An’s mouth opened, "But..."

"The old Taoist will explain to His Majesty. For now, the priority is to let the Lord of the Township Manor enter the manor," Song Huaxu said earnestly.

Seizing the opportunity, Yan Wanqing added, "Many thanks to the National Master." She then turned to Yan Hongzhao, "What are you standing around for? Bring father home!"

Yan Hongzhao, who possessed naturally extraordinary strength, heeded his sister’s command and walked up to the coffin to carry it away. But Yan An pressed a hand onto the coffin, "How daring! You dare to defy the imperial edict!"

Seeing Yan An so obstinately intractable, Song Huaxu also wore a stern expression, "Such grand authority, Minister Yan."

Yan An quickly withdrew his hand, bowing his head, "No, National Master, it’s just that these are the Emperor’s orders. I am simply following commands. With Master Xie here as well, if we continue like this, we may anger His Majesty."

"As I’ve said, if His Majesty is enraged, I will bear the responsibility on my own. It has nothing to do with you or Master Xie."

Song Huaxu stated each word deliberately.

Without waiting for Yan An to respond, he immediately gave an order to the Ironclad Army, "Proceed."

The leader of the Ironclad Army cast a scornful glance at Yan An, then quickly directed his men to move the coffins, one by one, carrying them into the manor.

After all the coffins had been carried in, Yan Wanqing stood at the entrance to the manor. Without uttering a word, she bowed deeply to the onlookers, who, amidst a wave of surprise, returned the gesture. Feeling a warmth in her eyes, she stepped forward and turned to enter the manor. With that, the doors of the Township Manor closed tightly shut.

Inside the door.

Yan Wanqing thanked Song Huaxu, "Thank you, Master."

In her previous life, it had been the same, Song Huaxu appeared at the critical moment.

In this life, she was not certain, so she made two sets of preparations.

If Song Huaxu did not show up in this life, then she would have to incite public outrage, making it impossible for the Emperor to step down gracefully.

Fortunately, Song Huaxu did appear, otherwise things would have been even more troublesome.

Seeing her haggard appearance, Song Huaxu sighed, "With your intelligence, even without your master, you could have ensured your father and brothers entered successfully; there is no need to thank me again."

"That would have taken much more effort. With Master’s intervention, His Majesty is sure to have some complaints, causing trouble for Master," Yan Wanqing said.

Song Huaxu shook his head, "Your father and I are as close as brothers. It’s only reasonable that I help, not to mention you are my disciple. How could I, as your master, not offer assistance when my disciple faces difficulty?"

During their conversation, the hall had been prepared for the mourning ceremony.

Song Huaxu, with a face full of sorrow, walked towards the mourning hall.

He said to Sun Qinglian, "Madam, please restrain your grief." He took the incense sticks from the maid’s hand and paid his tribute.

"Madam, you must not immerse yourself in sorrow. The Township Manor is facing great peril, and the sons and daughters of the house are still young. The burden on you is not light," he admonished.

Sun Qinglian nodded, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having cried secretly.

Seeing this, Song Huaxu sighed deeply again.

"I will escort the National Master out," Sun Qinglian said.

The two of them walked out of the mourning hall. Yan Wanqing remained in the courtyard, looking up at the gray sky, extending her hand.

A chill settled in her warm palm.

"It’s snowing," Yan Wanqing remarked.

Sun Qinglian looked up and indeed saw snowflakes falling from the sky.

Song Huaxu’s eyes filled with shock, "It is June snowfall!"

Snowfall in June, surely it signifies a grave injustice.

The snowflakes fell thick and fast over the Capital City, prompting every household to come out and gaze up at the sky.

Within the red walls, the Empress Zhang Lanyi, reaching out through the window, said, "... Heaven is shedding tears."

She stared and daydreamed, watching the light snow outside the window turn into a heavy snowfall that soon blanketed the entire Imperial Capital.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial Study, the Emperor’s face was dark as thunder, with a host of officials kneeling on the ground, Xiao Hongshen leading them.

"June snowfall! June snowfall, indeed! You had better have solid evidence; otherwise, I will make you go and apologize to the head of the Township Manor!" The Emperor picked up the memorials from the table and threw them all to the ground.

"All of you, get out!"

Xiao Hongshen and the others hastily left the palace.

They saw the path that was clean on their arrival now covered with a layer of snow.

The ministers behind whispered among themselves, visibly disconcerted.

Xiao Hongshen’s face was cold, and his expression was dark.

What of the June snow?

What Xiao Hongshen sought to do, he always accomplished.

The path to great achievements is paved with bone and bloodied by rivers of it!

It was just the Township Manor; he refused to believe that it was that difficult to conquer!

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