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Chapter 191 Post-War Cleanup and Worship
The moment Xie Chengyun fell, everyone present was stunned for a moment.
Chen Yuanshu looked at the body that was gradually losing its life, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
The king dies for the country, and the emperor guards the national border.
In order to know both himself and his enemy, Chen Yuanshu had some understanding of Xie Chengyun's past experiences.
Xie Chengyun, the second son of a declining family, carries the family's high hopes.
Especially since he passed the imperial examination at the age of 20 and was the first at that time, that is, Jieyuan.
When he was young, he was full of vigor and ambition. He could not bear to see the suffering in the world and was determined to seek welfare for the people.
So when Wang Yi approached him and invited him to join him in overthrowing the dynasty, he hesitated for a moment and then agreed.
Further on...
It is difficult to explain Chen Yuanshu. Sometimes he would do anything to achieve a goal, and sometimes he would do his utmost to help those who are loyal to him.
But it is undeniable that he is indeed a man of great talent and strategy.
Perhaps power can really change a person, turning the young man who once had the world in his heart into a king who gradually loses himself in the struggle for power.
If he had been born in a peaceful and prosperous era, perhaps he could have become a wise minister and good prime minister whose name would go down in history.
Unfortunately, I was born at the wrong time and have a miserable fate.
"General Chen, we have successfully captured the capital! What should we do next?" Wang Hu's shout brought Chen Yuanshu back to reality from his thoughts.
Chen Yuanshu nodded slightly and looked at the devastated scene in front of him. At this moment, the only ones who could stand here were the soldiers from An and Yue.
As for the remnants of the defeated Wu army, they all followed Xie Chengyun after he committed suicide with his sword.
"First appease the people, rectify military discipline, and do not harass the people."
"Yes, sir." Wang Hu responded, then turned and left to convey the order.
Chen Yuanshu dismounted and slowly walked to the side of Xie Chengyun's body. After staring at it for a moment, he said, "Collect his body and bury him with honor."
The soldier next to him nodded after hearing this and carried Xie Chengyun's body to another place.
At this time, Ning Cen also came over, "General Chen."
He glanced at the broken city gate in front of him and said, "Shall we go in and take a look?"
Chen Yuanshu thought for a moment and replied, "Well, let's go."
The two walked side by side into the capital, which was still filled with the smoke of war and the smell of death.
Some of the houses on both sides of the street had been burned down and were in ruins, while some had their windows tightly closed. The people were hiding in their homes, not daring to show their heads.
However, there were a few brave civilians who, after hearing the shouting and yelling outside, stuck their heads out to watch, wanting to know who had won. As a result, they met the eyes of the soldiers as soon as they stuck their heads out.
Then, he hid back in panic.
At this time, Zhao Pan'er's role began to emerge. She comforted the people, "Fellow villagers, don't be afraid. The war is over and there will be no more killing."
With her comfort, people began to come out tentatively.
Then, more and more.
After that, everything went on in an orderly manner.
Previously, when the ministers of the Wu State learned that Xie Chengyun had committed suicide by drawing his sword after the war, some chose to hang themselves at home, some stayed in their mansions like old monks in meditation, and some immediately chose to surrender like fence-sitters.
Chen Yuanshu and Ning Cen have different attitudes towards these ministers, but it doesn't matter much. Anyway, the two countries each have half the power to deal with these ministers, so they just need to handle their own affairs.
Three days later, the situation in the capital gradually stabilized.
It was also at this time that Duan Yao finally made time to take his brothers from the escort agency to find the burial place of his family.
Duan Yao looked at the people around her and said, "Let's go and pay our respects to them."
Duan Yao was extremely depressed as she said this, and her eyes were slightly red.
When Duan Yao first heard the news of his father's death, he couldn't believe it. After all, his father was proficient in martial arts and had a strong body. How could he just die like that?
The seeds of doubt had always been buried deep in her heart. When she took over Qingyun County that year, Duan Yao went to ask those who came back alive.
From their mouths, I pieced together the general idea.
Eleven years ago, my father and some people from the escort agency went to the capital to build a temporary palace.
During this process, one of the people in the escort agency was exhausted from days of work. When he stood up, he accidentally bumped into a consul who was supervising the work. The consul happened to be in a bad mood that day, so the man was executed on the spot.
This scene happened to be witnessed by Duan's father and several people from the escort agency. Seeing their brothers being executed, they acted impulsively and clashed with the consul.
As a result, from that day on, the workload that Duan's father and his companions had to do increased several times, and they eventually died of overwork.
The few of them walked in silence all the way towards the dense forest on the outskirts of the city. According to those who survived, all the dead were thrown there.
An hour later, several people arrived here.
There are so many trees here that sunlight can hardly penetrate. Even though it is summer, the temperature seems to have dropped a lot as soon as you walk in here.
Duan Yao looked at the mass grave in front of her, where there were several bodies that had just been thrown there.
As for her father's body, after so many years, it had long since turned into bones and merged with the land, making it difficult to distinguish.
Duan Yao's heart sank suddenly, and an indescribable sadness surged in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to hold them back, but the tears seemed out of control and slid down her cheeks drop by drop.
She raised her hand and wiped it casually, then walked to an open space with the items she brought.
The people who followed her also had sad faces at this time.
Several people each found a place, then lit the incense and candles they brought and stuck them in the ground.
Watching the slowly rising smoke, Duan Yao burned paper money one by one, murmuring softly, "Dad, your daughter is here to see you. Although I don't know where you are exactly, I believe you can feel it."
The wind blew gently, as if responding to her.
Feeling the breeze caressing her cheeks, Duan Yao's tears began to flow again.
"Dad, your daughter has built a cenotaph for you at home. Have you found the way home?" Duan Yao's voice was filled with a heavy nasal tone and endless longing.
The wind seemed to be stronger, rustling the leaves, as if her father was answering her.
"Dad, you never imagined that your daughter has become so successful now. She has even been promoted to captain. You used to tease her and said that I was lucky enough to be able to run the escort agency well."
Looking at the blazing flames, Duan Yao tried hard to force a smile.
"Father, my daughter is doing very well now. Our Majesty is a man of great talent. Following him, my daughter has seen a lot. The colleagues around her are also very kind. Everything... is fine."
It's just... I'll never see you again.
Duan Yao took out a pot of wine and said, "Dad, look what I brought you. You've never tasted such good wine before. Come and try it."
Duan Yao spoke a lot that day in a disjointed manner, saying whatever came to mind. Sometimes she would be talking about one thing in the previous sentence and change to another thing in the next.
The sun began to set, and most of the paper money that Duan Yao brought with her was burned. She stood up and looked at the paper money that was gradually turning into ashes.
"Dad, can we still be father and daughter in the next life? Our family of three will always be together."
Her voice was so soft, so soft that it seemed like it would disappear with a breeze.