A few days later, Xie Heng held another funeral. Almost half of the people in Lidu Prefecture came to see off the kind-hearted eldest son of the Xie family.
The funeral procession snaked from Wangxuewu to the city gate, and paper money flying all over the sky was like a massive snowfall.
This winter cunningly sends coldness to people's hearts in various forms. No one can see the end in this heavy snow.
Nan Yi was caught in the middle of the team. There were people who could block her from all directions, and she had nowhere to escape.
Xie Queshan walked alone on the outside of the team, and no one wanted to go with him. As they walked, the formation broke up, and he walked quietly to Nan Yi's side.
"Why are you still staying here obediently? Aren't you trying to escape?"
His voice was silent, only she could hear it.
Nan Yi raised her eyes to look at Xie Queshan. Days of vigils made her face look a little haggard, but she didn't look depressed.
"Isn't that what you said, my lord? There's no point in running away."
"You will be obedient now."
"Since I can't run away, I think I have to die in front of you, otherwise wouldn't it make you boring?" Nan Yi's expression was very well-behaved, but his tone was a bit sinister.
After saying that, Nan Yi quickened his pace and threw Xie Queshan away.
Xie Queshan looked at her back and smiled faintly - she didn't look like she was preparing to die.
As soon as the funeral procession left the city, Usha followed closely with a group of Qi soldiers.
Thanks to the defection of the prefect, Qi Bing now has free access to Lidu Prefecture and has great initiative.
Although he didn't receive any information, he still kept an eye out. Any situation where there is a lot of confusion may become a confusing place. But etiquette does not stop the funeral. They cannot arbitrarily stop the family's funeral, so they can only send more people to keep an eye on it.
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The Xie family's mausoleum is located in the Feng Shui treasure land of Hukou Mountain. Everyone climbed the mountain road to the Xie family's ancestral grave in joy and sorrow.
The long ceremony began, with rising, kneeling, worshiping, and chanting. There were so many red tapes that it was almost mind-numbing. Then the coffin was finally lowered into the ground. Then everyone wisely made way and a glass of poisonous wine was delivered to Nan Yi.
The master of ceremonies sang: "The Xie Qin family of Luyang was born with a bright face, a clean appearance, and a loyal nature. She and her husband Xie Shiheng have a deep love as husband and wife. As for the principle of justice and principles, they are clear and firm. I am willing to go to hell with my husband." If you marry again in the next life, your hard work and dedication will be worthy of the gods and will be revealed through gold and stone."
Nan Yi couldn't understand what Wen Chuchen said, but he probably knew that it was nothing more than praising her first and then letting her die obediently.
Nan Yi felt countless sympathetic looks from the crowd, but behind those silent looks, it also meant that everyone thought this should be the case. She tightened her grip on the dagger in her sleeve.
A few days ago, she did not choose to escape, but she wanted to take a gamble at this moment. But she is not so sure. When faced with a crushing force, people will occasionally feel tired and feel like "it's so troublesome, it's better to die."
"Young Madam, please go to hell with the eldest son."
Seeing that Nan Yi had not taken the poisoned wine glass for a long time, the female envoy reminded Nan Yi in a low voice.
The words of the maid suddenly brought Nan Yi back to reality. Nan Yi took the wine glass calmly and looked at the small water surface in the glass. Her eyes were reflected on the water surface. She is the fish in the pond.
"I still have some unfulfilled wishes." Nan Yi slowly raised his head and spoke loudly.
But before anyone could ask her, she suddenly pulled out the dagger hidden in her sleeve and poured all the poisonous wine on the white blade. She threw the wine glass to the ground, and the flawless white jade cup shattered on the ground.
"Young Madam! What are you going to do?"
Nan Yi waved the dagger to scare away those who wanted to stop her. Even the female envoys in the aristocratic family were pampered. How could I see any desperadoes? They didn't dare to move forward in the face of the white blade, so they screamed and ran away.
Getting an opening, Nan Yi rushed towards Xie Queshan. There was only one thought in her mind - to kidnap Xie Queshan.
No one was prepared for Nan Yi's path, and no one subconsciously wanted to protect Xie Queshan. Qi Bing followed the funeral procession far away and did not get here in time.
Xie Queshan's stick injury was not healed and he moved slowly. The right time and place allowed Nan Yi to place the dagger on Xie Queshan's neck.
Nan Yi gasped and shouted: "It was Xie Queshan, the rebellious minister and traitor, who made my husband so angry that I want to avenge my husband!"
Everyone in the Xie family was shocked. There were many people in the funeral procession who came to see him off voluntarily. They didn't know that Nan Yi was going to be buried again for Xie Heng. They only heard such impassioned words, and everyone expressed their hatred for the Qi people and the traitors. Anger was immediately ignited, and the crowd boiled as if a pot was exploding.
"A loyal and loyal daughter!"
"Kill Xie Queshan!"
"Kill the traitor to avenge Mr. Xie!"
Xie Queshan lowered his eyes indifferently, and when he saw Nan Yi struggling to stand on tiptoe to place the dagger across his neck, he found it inappropriately funny, and a fleeting smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Usha soon led Qi soldiers to surround him. But after all, I was outnumbered, the common people were blocking the Qi soldiers, and Husha could not go on a killing spree, so he was restrained for a while.
"Get out of the way! This is our envoy from Daqi!"
But the more he emphasized Daqi, the angrier the people became.
The prefect Huang Yankun also came around with his people. He was like a clown, running around anxiously, trying to persuade Nan Yi anxiously.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! If you kill Daqi's envoy, Daqi will definitely go to war with Lidu Mansion. Whatever you want, just tell me!"
While the prefect was trying to persuade Nan Yi, Hu Sha drew his bow and sword and pointed it at Nan Yi.
Nan Yi saw the arrow, and she wanted to add more fire.
"Husband! I'm here to accompany you!" Nan Yi suddenly raised his hand, intending to pierce the dagger into Xie Queshan's neck. At this moment, the arrow had already shot through the air, and Xie Queshan suddenly turned to one side. , took Nan Yi to the side, and the arrow grazed Nan Yi's arm, and was nailed into the rock behind.
Nan Yi was injured and the dagger came out of his hand. The Qi soldiers immediately swarmed up and subdued her, trapping her with swords from all directions.
Usha walked to Xie Queshan and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was fine.
He glanced at Nan Yi with disgust. She was wearing linen and mourning, and her hat covered most of her face. In addition, her little beggar-like appearance that day was only a fleeting sight. It was very different from what she was now. Usha did not recognize her. He turned around and asked Xie Queshan: "Master Queshan, what do you want to do with this woman?"
The crowd began to whisper, but no one dared to be the one to stand out for fear of Qi Ren's swords and guns. Only Xie Zhu pushed aside the crowd, stood out from the Xie clan, and stood in front of Nan Yi.
Nan Yi raised his eyes and saw the plain white robe of the Confucian scholar, standing like pine and cypress in the biting cold wind.
Xie Zhu was like a divine needle fixing the sea. As long as he stood there, the crowd became quiet. Even Nan Yi felt some kind of inexplicable peace of mind. Although she didn't know Xie Zhu, she felt that what he said must represent justice and people's hearts.
Xie Zhu looked at Xie Queshan, neither humble nor arrogant: "Xie Queshan, this is a woman of my Xie family, it is not your turn to deal with her."
Xie Queshan looked back at his third uncle: "Third uncle, it was me she offended. Can't I kill her?"
Huang Yankun nervously smoothed things over: "Everyone, today is the funeral of Mr. Xie. We all come with the intention of seeing him off. It is not appropriate to have a conflict. There must be a misunderstanding. Just explain it!"
Huang Yankun walked to Xie Queshan and lowered his voice to persuade: "Mr. Queshan, the people are angry. If you insist on killing the widow of the eldest son Xie, doesn't this confirm the suspicion that you are mad at the eldest son? For In the future, you can act cheaply in Lidu Mansion and the Xie family, but no matter what today, she has to live."
Xie Queshan frowned and looked dissatisfied.
Kneeling on the ground, Nan Yi lowered her head, waiting for her final trial.
She was making a huge gamble with her life, betting that she could put Xie Queshan in a dilemma. At this moment, she is no longer the little beggar who lives and dies like a piece of grass. Instead, she represents the integrity of the family and stands on the high point of loyalty. If he wants to stay in the Xie family and Lidu Mansion, he can't get things done. She kills.
And if Xie Queshan allows Nan Yi to live, then the Xie family has no reason to let him die, otherwise it will appear even more inhumane than Qi Ren, and the aristocratic family needs face even more.
"That's all," Xie Queshan compromised, "Ms. Qin is a fierce woman who has a deep affection for my brother, so she misunderstood me. I won't care about it, just let this woman continue to be my brother's widow."
The verdict is finalized and the person is spared.
In an instant, Nan Yi collapsed completely.
She had staked everything, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up for the rest of her life. She had forgotten how she returned to Xie's house. She only vaguely remembered that the entire funeral procession was in uproar, and the level of chaos seemed to be beyond her imagination.
At that time, she was lifted up by the female envoys and carried to the sedan chair. From the corner of her eye, she saw Xie Queshan smiling at her. What does that smile mean? Or was she wrong?
Many vague thoughts flashed through her mind, but she had no intention of thinking about them. There was only one huge and confusing thought in her mind——
Finally survived.
