Zhuang Rou finally knew who Hongzhou was. She was constantly destroying her reputation. Besides the little prince Chuxia, who else could she be!

Is this also an arrangement by my brother’s instructions?

If so, then satisfy them.

Zhuang Rou knew that her laughter would not take long before everyone in Hongzhou would know that the infamy was probably spread throughout the world.

In order to start mining and get silver earlier, her son-in-law, despite the obstacles of the magistrate, ordered the people's bodies to be set on fire, so that they could not be buried in peace and not let their families meet for the last time.

When the magistrate blamed himself for his incompetence and shed tears for the burned people, she laughed proudly at the fire, and she could no longer be considered a human being.

After laughing, she looked up at the sky-sky fire, and murmured to herself: "Brother..."

Chu Xia looked back at her, feeling guilty inexplicably, but she didn't go over and explain anything to her.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes. Since he became his own person, he could only bear all the costs, which was also Zhuang Rou's own choice again and again.

I didn't want to get involved with her too much. She came up again and again and dared to make a life and death agreement first, so she would never look back. There is no medicine for regret in this world.

Under the fire, everyone's face had a different expression. The smoke rushed into the sky in the darkness, and the burning black ash floated in the wind, floating around people.

Countless people were thinking that those souls that might be the dead were reluctant to leave their families and wandered around and refused to leave.

Will they go to find the people who gave this order, and they will die and never leave, asking why they are not allowed to be buried in peace and cannot let their families meet for the last time.

Why are you so unethical and unkind?

Everyone looked at the villain who had done this, wanting to see if she was moved.

But after Zhuang Rou smiled, she never said anything. She just stood there and looked up at the corpse mountain without showing any fear or timidity, and there was only mud on her face.

Chu Xia sat there, wrapping his cloak tightly from time to time, showing a exhausted look in the fire, making people worry if he could not hold on and fainted.

The fire burned overnight, because the tung oil was poured on, and the mountain of corpse was burned to ashes at dawn, and no one could see any human appearance.

Zhuang Rou then walked to Chu Xia, looked at him and said, "I'm tired and want to go back."

Chu Xia also raised her head, stretched out her hands and held her cold hands, "Then you go back first, I will take the bodies of Fan Liye and Zhou Zhongren and others back later."

"Why don't you burn together?" Zhuang Rou asked.

"Because King An needs to know who killed them. We didn't kill the people, so we won't take the blame." Chu Xia said weakly. He was really tired after sitting here for the middle of the night.

Zhuang Rou frowned and asked, "Who killed it?"

Hearing her question, Chu Xia smiled and shook her head, and said softly: "Of course it's the truth. The Shenjun Sect sect killed Mu. Others may not know the truth, but Prince An needs to know that this matter has nothing to do with us."

"Your Majesty An will go to whoever you want to settle the score. There is a large group in the capital, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with us. I never take the blame, I just want to cure the aftermath for you."

Zhuang Rou tilted her head and thought for a moment, and found his Chinese words, "So I'll take the blame in the future?"

Chu Xia patted her hand, nodded heavily, and said earnestly: "It's the turtle who takes the blame, so I can't take the blame."

"..." Zhuang Rou opened her eyes wide and gritted her teeth. If she hadn't remembered what stupid things she did in Mid-Autumn Festival, she really wanted to punch her.

Beauty is abusive!

Now she finally understood the meaning of these four words, and she still knew what it means to commit suicide. It should be that she is so stupid now!

Zhuang Rou glanced at Chu Xia deeply, "I'm going back, you can continue to make trouble here."

Chu Xia shouted: "Ma Dezheng, send your lord back, be smart on the way."

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely send my son-in-law back to the yamen safely." Ma Dezheng patted his chest and promised, then protected Zhuang Rou and left.

As soon as she left, the yamen runners began to whisper, saying how she was inhumane and tried her best to say all the bad things she could think of, and everyone was united and devoted to saying bad things about the same person than ever.

Chu Xia didn't say anything. He also wanted to pretend to be a good parent who loved the people as much as his son, and sat there quietly watching them talking nonsense.

After a while, he finally couldn't help but sigh and said, "Fortunately, the prince consort Zhuang has no subordinates and is unpopular. Otherwise, the conversation tonight would have reached her ears, and anger would have caused an extermination to the family."

Suddenly, everyone shut up and looked at the prefect in horror. Then they looked at the person who had just talked about it. Will anyone go to report it?

Regardless of whether there are people who informed you or not, everyone finally shut up and was taken to inform you by someone who is interested. It is also their own fault that they are unlucky. It is better to say bad things in private to wait until they are with the Iron Brothers.

No one chatted nonsense anymore, and they all started to shovel up the ashes silently, and finally became quiet.

Chu Xia got up wrapped in a cloak, got on the carriage that was coming from behind with the people. There were thick cushions inside. He lay on top, hugged Xiao Ran's hand warmer for some time, and closed his eyes to calm down.

All the yamen runners in Hongzhou City went to the valley in the middle of the night, and well-informed people knew about this at dawn.

There was actually a large iron ore in Hongzhou. It was occupied by a bunch of bandits and abducted many people to work in the mines, creating weapons to sell them to bandits and robbers, and some even flowed to the enemy country.

I won’t talk about this. When they saw the government suppressing bandits, they felt hopeless to escape, and they even killed everyone in a daze.

The evil ghost scripture of Hongzhou was not virtuous at all, but in order to start mining earlier, all the corpses were burned, and without waiting for the missing person at home to find a corpse, they burned them all.

Everyone privately scolded her for being bloody. Such a cruel guy is even more terrifying than a bandit. Those lonely ghosts should go to settle the score with her. This is what causes and effects!

"Bastard!" The commander Yang Rong, commander of the Hongzhou Guard Office, overturned all the things on the table to the ground. He was so angry that he pinched his fists and pounded them heavily on the table. The table was penetrated with a sound, and he punched a hole as thick as a bucket.

He pressed his voice, gritted his teeth and cursed word by word: "That mine belongs to me!"

"These five wastes who are not enough to do anything more than to lose! If I had known that now, I should have killed them all to receive the merits when suppressing bandits, rather than letting them take over the mine!"

Yang Rong walked around the house with her hands behind her back, cursing to his advisers, "They ate the courage of Xiong Xin and Leopard. Why did they catch the two grandsons of King An? Even if they caught them, they could kill them quietly or tell me, but they dared to send a message on my back!"

He walked to the strategist and squirted the other party's saliva, "Now that Mu killed people, it was definitely the order given by those in the capital. King An could think of this and circle around. At that time, I would be responsible for it. I would better bully it. This bad debt must be counted on me!"

Talent Ding didn't even dare to wipe the saliva from his face and bowed, "Sir, we can also push this matter to Prince Yinde. This is his jurisdiction, and I don't know if the mine has been occupied. The public security is still too short to let King An's grandson be killed, so he can't escape."

Yang Rong walked to Ting Shishi, his nose almost pressed against his face, and he roared angrily: "Mine! I'm talking about mine! Those two grandsons died if they died, and I want mine!"

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Chapter completed!