"General Mu, the leader of the Misi clan wants to see you."
Mu Jingrui heard his men reporting outside the door and carefully put Shangguan Wanning's hand back into the quilt.
"General Mu, I have found a way to save them." Mi Si's eyes were filled with pride and joy. "I led the elders of the tribe into the deepest part of the altar and found a mural on it that described the black magic of southern Xinjiang."
Mi Si was still immersed in the shock brought by the murals and said, "The solution is very simple. Just mix the black dog blood with the donkey's blood and pour it on the soles of the man's feet."
Mu Jingrui closed his eyes slightly, waves of grief surging in his heart.
It turns out that saving Zheng Zhixing is so simple.
It turns out that they were only one step away.
"General Mu?" Mi Si saw that Mu Jingrui had no expression on his face and didn't look happy at all, so she couldn't help but feel a little strange, "Do you have any other questions?"
"It would be great if the clan leader could arrive a few days earlier." Mu Jingrui said with emotion, "Thank you for your trouble, clan leader. I will remember this favor."
Mi Si noticed that Mu Jingrui was in a bad mood and guessed that something must have happened that he didn't know about. He didn't ask any more questions, but bowed and left.
Mu Jingrui turned around and went back to his room, and saw that Shangguan Wanning had woken up at some point and was standing there blankly, her eyes red and her face pale.
"Ning'er, you... heard everything?"
Shangguan Wanning walked to the table step by step, staggering and almost falling. She propped herself up with one hand on the table. She was very sad, but she could no longer shed a single tear.
"Why...why didn't you wait a little longer?"
Shangguan Wanning turned her back to Mu Jingrui, her voice filled with endless sadness and resentment.
"Whether you believe it or not, the force of my palm strike would not have caused Zhixing's tragic death." Mu Jingrui felt heartbroken. He felt that Shangguan Wanning had lost the most basic trust in him.
"But...he still died..."
Mu Jingrui was speechless. At this moment, he and Shangguan Wanning were so close to each other, yet they seemed so far away.
He really wanted to go up and hug Shangguan Wanning, so he took a few steps forward. Shangguan Wanning slowly walked back to the bed and gently lowered the bed curtain.
Her refusal to communicate was like adding salt to Mu Jingrui's already broken heart.
In the end, Mu Jingrui did not force himself and walked out of Shangguan Wanning's room silently.
The next afternoon, the emperor's edict arrived.
Just as Shangguan Wanning and Mu Jingrui expected, the emperor allowed Mu Jingrui to bring Zheng Zhixing back to the capital for trial.
"General Mu, can you take me to see my young master right now?"
Zheng Zhong is the steward of the Yiyong Marquis Mansion. He has followed Zheng Guoxun in battles since he was a teenager and has an upright and proud air.
He watched Zheng Zhixing grow up and cared about him very much.
"I'm afraid... not yet." Mu Jingrui lowered his eyelids, thinking about how to explain to the Zheng family.
When Zhengzhong heard this, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
He took out a silver note worth three thousand taels from his sleeve, walked up to Mu Jingrui, and shook Mu Jingrui's hand like a relative.
"My young master is young and ignorant, and has caused trouble for General Mu. This is what I give to General Mu on behalf of my young master."
Mu Jingrui's palm touched the banknote. He felt angry and annoyed. His face darkened and he pulled his hand back.
"I think you misunderstood what I meant." Mu Jingrui took a deep breath and was about to tell Zheng Zhong the news of Zheng Zhixing's death when Shangguan Wanning came over.
"Uncle Chong, I'll take you there."
Zhengzhong turned around and was shocked to see Shangguan Wanning, who was so haggard and emaciated.
"Miss Cousin? You're here? How...how did you become like this?" Zhengzhong walked quickly to Shangguan Wanning, worried and anxious, "Oh, what if the master and the three young masters see this?"
"I'm fine," Shangguan Wanning's voice was a little hoarse, "Uncle Chong, I'll take you to see Zhixing."
"good."
Shangguan Wanning glanced at Mu Jingrui and her heart ached again.
She brought Zheng Zhong to the charity cemetery. Zheng Zhong was shocked to see Zheng Zhixing's name written on the tablet. He stood there in a daze for a long time. Suddenly, his knees went weak and he knelt down, crying bitterly.
"Young Master? You... Young Master, how can you leave? How can I explain to you when I return?"
He kowtowed several times in front of Zheng Zhixing's spirit tablet, and was at a loss for a moment.
He cried for a long time, and Shangguan Wanning just stood quietly by the side.
"Miss cousin, how did the young master die?"
Shangguan Wanning's originally blank mind became even more sad at this moment.
What should she say? Should she tell Zheng Zhong that Zheng Zhixing was beaten to death by Mu Jingrui?
In this way, the Zheng family and Mu Jingrui had a feud. Then, she and Mu Jingrui could no longer be together.
"Cousin, are you talking?"
Shangguan Wanning came to her senses and found that she was already in tears.
These days she didn't dare to think about the future at all. She found that after waking up after her rebirth, she went from initially wanting to protect her family and approaching and trying to please Mu Jingrui, to later falling in love with him after sharing life and death. She... no longer wanted to be separated from Mu Jingrui.
"Uncle Chong, let's send Zhixing back first."
Zhengzhong felt that Shangguan Wanning seemed to be deliberately avoiding this question, so he did not force her. He stood up, wiped his tears, and went to make arrangements to return to Beijing.
After the war stopped, Mu Jingrui stayed at the border for too long, and the emperor had issued an order urging him to return, so he had to return to the capital.
On the day of his return, people from all over the city lined the streets to see him off. At the end of the procession was Zheng Zhixing's coffin.
The huge army left the city, waiting for Zheng Zhixing's coffin, but was stopped by a group of people in white mourning clothes.
"You guys?" Shangguan Wanning guessed their identities when she saw how they were dressed.
"General Mu can take his troops away, but Zheng Zhixing...can't just leave like that."
A woman in mourning walked out of the crowd, stared at Zheng Zhixing's coffin and cursed: "He killed so many people, and he even cut off the head of my boss. How could such a cruel person be able to keep his body intact for burial?"
Shangguan Wan Ning heard her say this and guessed that she was the jailer's family member. She was about to open her mouth to comfort her when others started to accuse and curse her.
"This man is so mad that he doesn't even deserve to be buried."
"Yes, take him out of the coffin and scatter his ashes."
"I will throw shit and urine on him, so that he won't rest in peace even in the underworld."
Zhengzhong felt anxious as he watched the family members of the deceased refuse to give way.
He suppressed his inner sadness and irritability, and said with his hands clasped: "Everyone, my young master was young and ignorant and made a big mistake. But he is gone now. I beg you to show mercy and let me send the young master home. We will compensate you..."
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