"Get up."
Tang Nian waved her hand, not wanting to dwell on why the governor had come out after everything was over.
However, looking at the large crowd of people behind him, Tang Nian tilted her head and thought of a good idea.
“Governor Qian, behind me are corpses that have been used by treacherous people. Since the people are all here, let them take them back.”
Qian Panshan dared not say "no" and quickly instructed the guards behind him to relay the message.
The people were restless, but the standing corpses still made them uneasy.
Tang Nian sighed, realizing that these people were afraid of their own potentially dangerous corpses.
She shouted, "Fellow villagers, I guarantee they won't hurt anyone again! Here's what we'll do! Find your own family graves, tidy up the gravesites, and I'll let him lie down on his own, how about that!"
In fact, after the riot involving the corpses, holes were dug in every household's graveyard, exposing the coffins. Many people dared not touch them, and the coffin lids were still open.
The common people looked at each other, knowing that this was a high-ranking official from the capital, but even so, they were still unwilling to be the first to stand out.
Finally, a plump woman stepped forward and pointed out her husband.
Tang Nian pointed with one hand, then gently waved her hand and clapped three times.
The corpse the woman was pointing to slowly jumped out of the line.
Everyone quickly made way for him.
He didn't look to the side and jumped straight into the city.
The people couldn't contain their curiosity and followed not far away. Only when they saw the corpse actually go into the coffin on its own and the coffin lid was closed did they believe it was real.
They rushed to the city gate to claim their family members.
Before long, only the corpses of the soldiers remained outside the city gate.
"Prefect Qian, is there a place in Yingzhou City to bury the soldiers?" Tang Nian turned to look at Qian Panshan, who was standing there dumbfounded.
Qian Panshan snapped out of his daze and quickly explained, "Well... Lin Zhenming usually manages things in the military camp, so I..."
"Lin Zhenming is dead."
Tang Nian said calmly, glancing at the large number of soldiers behind her.
There was no further response, and beads of sweat dripped down Qian Panshan's face.
Unexpectedly, Tang Nian just sighed and glanced at Qian Panshan: "Go and light a fire and burn them all down."
Since there was nowhere to bury them, it was better to burn them clean than to leave the bodies exposed in the wild.
Perhaps fearing that Tang Nian would continue to ask questions, Qian Panshan agreed and quickly went to handle it himself, finally managing to dispose of all the corpses before dawn.
Back at the inn, the candles in the room were not lit. By the dim light from the window, a figure could be vaguely seen, with its back to Tang Nian.
Tang Nian panicked for only a moment, then closed the door and lit the candles.
"Tang Nian pays respects to the Supreme God."
The deity turned his head and saw a gentle middle-aged woman with a smile on her lips.
"Tang Nian, it's been so long, you've changed so much."
Remembering Lou Mu's words, Tang Nian didn't know how to face the god, so she slowly lowered her head.
“I know what you’re thinking. This matter is indeed related to Kunlun.”
The god spoke in a gentle tone, yet it made Tang Nian feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Why?" Tang Nian raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at the deity.
She vaguely remembered that this was the second time she had asked the god "why." The first time was when her people were imprisoned in a secret realm.
"Tang Nian, you've really changed, and that's a good thing."
The god's smile remained unchanged as he slowly spoke.
"With so many immortals in Kunlun, there must be some who are dissatisfied with the status quo, who think they are superior to mortals, but do not know that all beings are equal. Rest assured, Kunlun will definitely give the human world an explanation for this matter."
Tang Nian swallowed hard and nodded.
All she wanted to know was that the God wasn't the mastermind behind this; otherwise, she didn't know how to view herself.
"Tang Nian, your merits have been fulfilled. According to the contract between us, your people have already left the secret realm. However, they are not allowed to come to the mortal world. Do you have any objections?"
Tang Nian took a deep breath: "Tang Nian didn't."
The god nodded in satisfaction: "That's good. I'll give you one last thing. There are demons causing trouble in the northern prefectures of the Great Chu. Go and deal with them. At that time, my restrictions on you will be lifted."
Tang Nian desperately wanted to go home, but she still agreed to the god's mission.
She had originally wanted to ask about Fairy Jingyun, but the words stuck in her throat.
She could only watch helplessly as the god slowly disappeared before her eyes.
She lay on the table and slowly closed her eyes.
It wasn't that she didn't want to ask, it was just that...
The goddess has been in seclusion for many years, and this time it's just an avatar; she dares not take the risk.
Oh well.
Once she has resolved matters concerning the human world, she can then properly investigate Kunlun.
Looking at the pile of nameplates on the table, she rallied her spirits and continued sewing.
Tang Nian only finished sewing when the vendors' shouts came from downstairs.
But Ming Huan still did not return.
Tang Nian wasn't in a hurry; she could roughly guess what Ming Huan would do in Da Gan.
She tidied the things on the table, asked for a brush and paper, and wrote a letter.
Then, she got up and went to the governor's mansion.
Qian Panshan had obviously given prior notice, and the gatekeeper quickly led Tang Nian to the main hall.
"Lord Qian, I have come today with an important matter that I need your help with."
"Please speak, Lord Tang," Qian Panshan said, not daring to be negligent.
"These are the names of the fallen soldiers. Please trouble Lord Qian to send their nameplates back to their hometowns."
Qian Panshan immediately nodded in agreement, and told the people behind him to take all the nameplates. He also praised Tang Nian for her skillful hands and concern for the people.
How did he know that?
Qian Panshan didn't sleep all night, spending the entire night looking at the information about Tang Nian that his subordinates had brought him.
That was absolutely terrifying.
Unexpectedly, Lin Zhenming caused such a big incident while he was away from Yingzhou City.
Although he was the governor of Yingzhou, during the war, the one who was in charge of Yingzhou was never him, the governor, but Lin Zhenming.
Seeing that Lin Zhenming hadn't caused any major trouble, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.
In the past few days, he has simply gone to inspect other cities.
I never expected to encounter such a big thing as soon as I got back.
Now that we finally have a chance to show off, we should hurry up and flatter them.
We can't just throw away the black felt hat on our heads, can we?
"And this letter, Lord Qian, you must send someone to deliver it to His Majesty as soon as possible. Remember, it must not be opened en route."
Tang Nian solemnly handed the letter to Qian Panshan.
In the letter, she did not tell Chu Yanjun that Chu Roujia was dead, but instead fabricated that Chu Roujia was fine and would continue to train with them.
Even if Chu Yanjun didn't say it, Tang Nian could tell that he still cared about his younger sister.
If that's the case, let Chu Yanjun have something to remember him by.
After all, he might not see his imperial sister again before he dies.
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