Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 435: Let Me Die Knowing Why!

Xu Qing’s voice softened a little, but it carried a power that struck straight at the heart.

“The Yongchang Marquis case has been clarified, yet the soldiers on the northern frontier have bled and toiled while their pay was long withheld, naturally unsettling military morale. I propose that the irrefutable evidence that the Yongchang Marquis colluded with the enemy and embezzled military funds be transcribed by the great scholars of the Hanlin Academy into multiple copies and distributed to the military camps across the Northern Frontier for circulation.”

“Let those sentries standing guard in wind and snow know the court was not deceived, that it has not forgotten them. The traitor has been lawfully punished, and the great injustice has been cleared!”

When the emperor heard this, his eyes instantly shone with a keen light.

What a brilliant move to regain the army’s loyalty! With this action, those northern border troops who might have wavered over the Yongchang Marquis’s death will surely feel grateful to the court and be completely won back.

“Approved!” The emperor immediately struck the imperial desk, his voice like a bell, “Issue the edict! Order the Ministry of Works to carve stone tablets at once, inscribing Chen Yuan’s ten major crimes upon them, and erect them on the parade grounds at each garrison in the Northern Frontier as a warning to all!”

“At the same time, all the gold and silver seized from Chen Yuan’s residence, and the proceeds from selling his lands and shops, shall not enter the national treasury. The Ministry of Revenue will appoint commissioners to distribute those funds directly to the families of the fallen soldiers at the Northern Frontier as compensation! Xu Qing, you will personally carry out this matter; anyone who dares to intervene will be executed on the spot!”

“Your servant receives the decree! Long live the emperor, ten thousand years!” Xu Qing kowtowed deeply.

As the court dismissal bell rang, this earth-shattering imperial assembly, destined to be recorded in Great Xing’s history, finally drew to a close.

The ministers dispersed like people who had just survived a life-or-death ordeal, their steps faltering as they left in ones and twos. No one dared speak to Xu Qing; they looked at him as if he were a death omen.Xu Qing paid no attention to those glances.

He was the last to leave the Hall of Golden Chimes.

Standing on the white marble steps, he looked up and inhaled a deep breath of the clear, cold late-autumn air.

Above the high palace walls, the sky was a pure blue, without a single cloud. The rising sun warmed his green robe, soft and gentle.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Five years.

Su Ming, can you see it?

Those woodworms that sucked your blood and the blood of the soldiers at the Northern Frontier, I dug them all out.

……

Three days later.

not far from the Great Xing

the window on the second floor, wearing an unremarkable gray cloth robe and a bamboo hat. He held a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, his gaze casually sweeping across

eyes were fixed toward the

market square.

teeth-grinding metallic scraping was faintly coming

was the executioner, sharpening his

......

the vegetable

a bone-piercing chill rode the cutting autumn wind as it howled down the

people shivering, could not dampen the cityfolk’s volcanic

all directions, packing the area around the execution ground so tightly there was no room to slip through. Heads jostled, forming a dense black tide that swelled like the ocean. Not only the open

come to witness

who once lorded over the capital so arrogantly that even the palace trembled

“He’s coming! He’s coming!”

shouted, and the already noisy area around the execution ground instantly erupted

of the long street, a squad of heavily armored Imperial Guard cleared the way. Their heavy boots struck the

a long line of prisoner carts made from thick round

lead cart was especially large, its sides welded

that cart was the

robe, had been stripped away and replaced with a coarse, thin, stained white prison garb. Salt-and-pepper hair hung

in his flesh; every jolt of the cart tugged

did not make a

not collapse and wail like the other condemned men, begging for

his back remained as straight as ever, like when he

his head. His eyes, like a wounded lone wolf’s, swept coldly over the dense crowds lining the

to the nation!

Give me back my son’s life!

death! Kill this beast who

fury detonated like a

leaves, stinking eggs, even clumps of stone and hardened mud were hurled like a

Slap! Slap!

Chen Yuan’s face and dripped down his salt-and-pepper beard. Putrid leaves stuck to his prison garb, giving off a