She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 126: Who Made You Not Choose This Palace in the First Place

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Who Made You Not Choose This Palace in the First Place

Yan An held the body of the old lady as he walked out, but as he was about to leave, he ominously ordered his men to continue guarding the place.

"Since the evidence of colluding with the enemy and betraying the country has been found, Sun Qinglian, I must tell you, the Yan Family is finished!" Yan An said without turning his head as he left.

Seeing the entrance of the house completely besieged, Sun Qinglian sat back down on the chair.

After such a commotion, she was quite exhausted.

"We can start moving in an hour," Yan Wanqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

Everyone looked at her, puzzled. The main gate was blocked; how were they supposed to proceed with the funeral?

Yan Wanqing, dressed in white, walked over to the displayed long sword on the wall and respectfully took it down with both hands.

"It seems it will be a sunny day today," Yan Wanqing suddenly remarked.

Everyone looked up towards the sky outside, which was still dim and unclear.

Those officials holding long swords felt that Princess Anping must have been shocked and gone mad.

At such a critical moment, she still had the mood to comment on the weather.

Yan Hongzhao, upon hearing his elder sister’s words, immediately summoned the family servants to lift the coffins. There were fourteen in total, all brave sons of the Yan Family.

"In the past, our fathers and brothers protected us as we grew; today, it is our turn to safeguard their journey to the netherworld!" Yan Wanqing drew the long sword from its scabbard, declaring loudly, "Proceed with the funeral—!"

Holding the long sword, she walked at the forefront, and perhaps it was her fierce gaze that made the soldiers retreat back down the steps outside the main door.

Yan Wanqing saw the situation outside the door clearly.

"How daring, Yan Wanqing! All evidence of collusion with the enemy and treason is complete. You even dare to use force—could it be that the Yan Family truly intends to rebel?" the leading soldier gritted his teeth and cursed.

As the sun rose in the east, Yan Wanqing lifted her sword high, and the sunlight glinted off the tip of the blade.

"My fathers and brothers have fought bravely for Dawei for many years. If we intended to rebel, we would have done so long ago, not waiting until today. You villains found a Dragon Robe in my residence, such a despicable plot to frame others. His Majesty is wise and insightful; how could you deceive him?" Her eyes gleaming: "This is the Imperial Sword personally bestowed by the Supreme Emperor, capable of slaying all evil under heaven. Your plotting and framing, sowing discord between sovereign and subject, your crime deserves death. I shall escort you on your journey."

As Yan Wanqing spoke, she swiftly descended the steps, swinging her sword, and blood sprayed three feet high—one strike, one life taken.

The man fell dead on the spot at the entrance of the Township Manor, causing the other soldiers to rapidly retreat several steps, and even the commoners couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.

"Let everyone present see clearly, today whoever blocks the burial of my fathers and brothers, do not blame my ruthlessness!"

Even a cornered rabbit will bite, let alone a wolf cub inherently ruthless and fierce.

The Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Xie Qun, who had been worried about the people of the Yan Family, watched as Yan Wanqing killed a villain without even blinking, and he sighed in relief.

"For many years, I have not seen such an expression from her," Xie Qun remarked wistfully.

The clerk beside him tiptoed to peer over the crowd from behind, only to see that slice of white clothing, the long sword still dripping with blood, and her expression cold as frost. People died before her, yet her expression remained utterly calm, truly unflinching as she killed.

The clerk clutched his chest and quickly averted his gaze.

"It seems Princess Anping can handle this by herself; why did Lord Xie make us bring so many people?"

Xie Qun gave him a look.

"Do you think this is the end?" Xie Qun snorted coldly, "Today, on the day of the Township Manor’s burial, many things are bound to arise. Countless people have been eagerly awaiting this day to cause trouble. Now that the Township Manor is full of women, could we, as men, lack even a bit of gallantry? This land is drenched with the blood and sweat of the Yan Family’s men. For the peace of Dawei, it was common for them to pass by their own homes without entering. Now that the people are gone, do we not even have the courage to accompany them on their final journey?!"

Xie Qun spoke passionately, attracting the continuous attention of the bystanders. Many clenched their fists, their blood boiling, feeling that Xie Qun was right.

The advisor was deeply moved and also tightened his grip on the wooden stick he held.

"Yes, we men must protect the women of the Yan Family and prevent them from being bullied! Otherwise, it would be a shame for us to even carry weapons!"

By now, all fourteen coffins had been brought out. Sun Qinglian led at the front, followed by Yan Wanqing, and then the other sisters of the Yan Family. Yan Hongzhao walked in the middle of the procession, with Yan Lingzhen at the very end, including the youngest, Yan Zizhuo, who held a slingshot, a birthday gift from his eldest brother when he turned five.

Pieces of yellow and white joss paper fluttered in the wind. The bystanders on both sides of the road followed in silence. This procession was such that even imperial kinsmen and nobility had never been accorded such honor. The prestige of the General of the Township Manor among the common folk was not to be underestimated.

Just as they were about to reach the city gates, they saw that the gates were firmly closed.

Sun Qinglian and Yan Wanqing glanced at each other.

Yan Wanqing moved to the front of the procession.

At this point, the usual Guardian Army was no longer at the city gate, having been replaced by the Ironclad Army that had escorted her father back.

A tall figure in a black robe stood at the very front of the troop, none other than Xiao Hongshen, whom they had not seen for several days.

He slowly turned around, and upon seeing Yan Wanqing, his affectionate peach blossom eyes tenderly fell upon her face.

"Teacher, it’s been a long time."

Yan Wanqing, looking at the surroundings, emotionlessly said, "Prince, are you trying to stop me?"

"I’m sorry, Teacher, but the evidence is conclusive. I have no other choice," he gestured, and the dragon robe found in the Township Manor was brought before them.

Yan Wanqing glanced at it briefly, then looked away.

"Yan An frames and frames. I, the Commandery Princess, will produce evidence later. I hope the Prince, considering our past relations, will open the city gates and let my father and brothers be buried peacefully."

The Prince looked over Yan Wanqing’s shoulder at the people behind her, shaking his head and sighing.

"Teacher, please don’t make it difficult for me. Treason and conspiracy to rebel are crimes punishable by the execution of the entire family. Even if they are buried, they would still be dug up to be whipped. Why put the General and the others through such turmoil?" Xiao Hongshen spoke with regret, "Here’s an idea, I promise you, once the truth comes out, and if it really is a slander, my father will severely punish those responsible, without sparing any of those who tarnished the names of the Township Manor and the General Residence!"

"The truth comes out?" Yan Wanqing sneered, almost bending over with laughter, her eyes brimming with cold tears, "It’s all fabricated; what truth needs to come out?!"

"Stand aside—" Yan Wanqing wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and, with her smile fading, spoke icily, "Or don’t blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

Seeing her like this, Xiao Hongshen no longer feigned tenderness, "Since the teacher is stubborn and insists on gambling with the reputation of the Township Manor, I have no choice but to oblige."

"Don’t call me teacher; it was only a few days of teaching. I can’t bear it, and hearing you call me teacher truly disgusts me," Yan Wanqing said in a low voice, leaning forward.

Xiao Hongshen’s eyes narrowed instantly, his expression angry, "You!"

Yan Wanqing stepped back, widening the distance between them, "Xiao Hongshen, open the city gates."

Faced with such a command, Xiao Hongshen’s eyes were scornful, "Yan Wanqing, where do you get the audacity? Who do you think you are to command me?"

"Oh—I see, you rely not on the Township Manor but on the Crown Prince in the distant northern battlefield. But what to do? Distant waters won’t quench your immediate thirst. Here you are suffering, and he knows nothing about it." Xiao Hongshen clicked his tongue, "Or perhaps, you were thinking of the Young Marquis from the Northern Border? The road from South of the River is long. Even if the flood management is in order, he cannot return to your side now, unable to aid you."

"Yan Wanqing, Yan Wanqing... only I am left, but who let you choose not to choose me back then!"

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