Chapter 27

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Chapter 27: Bringing the Coffin Home

Inside the Lord’s Mansion.

Childe Guo, brimming with excitement, prepared to depart, accompanied by a group of servants who were shouldering the coffin.

On this occasion, he was set to visit the blind family members of Qiao Mu.

Although Qiao Mu had passed away, he did not die in front of him, which left him feeling a mix of happiness and incomplete satisfaction.

He intended to personally carry the coffin to visit Qiao Canxue.

However, as he approached the doorway, a stern voice halted him.

“Halt! Didn’t I tell you that you were forbidden to leave for a month?”

The one speaking was City Lord Guo Yan. He still had a strong and sturdy physique like a tower, but his face had a sickly paleness at that moment.

“Father, I know my limits. How could I possibly cause trouble again?” Childe Guo smiled and apologized.

“I value my life too. How could I possibly provoke the emperor… How could I possibly provoke a stranger from an unknown place?”

Guo Yan is a cunning and calculating person. Someone like him who has such qualities would naturally spoil his pampered son.

At first, he stood his ground firmly, but after his only son persistently begged, Guo Yan impatiently waved his hand and let him go.

“Ah Fu, go with him and make sure he doesn’t cause any trouble,” Guo Yan instructed.

“Okay.” A grey-clad old man came out from the side and followed behind Childe Guo.

This grey-clad old man was the one who had previously attacked Qiao Mu from behind on the main street and swiftly captured him.

He had served the Lord of the City for many years and had attained the rank of 7th in martial arts. As one of the few experts in the Lord’s residence, he was older, exhibited a calm demeanor, and was greatly trusted by Guo Yan.

A martial artist at the 7th rank, if serving the country, holds a status comparable to that of a deputy official at the 7th rank. While this is lower than that of a county head, such as a 7th-rank county magistrate, it remains a position of respect.

So there were only one or two martial artists like this in the Lord’s Manor.

After Childe Guo left, Guo Yan returned to the mansion and coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“It’s really been a busy autumn lately,” Guo Yan murmured to himself.

“The Great Yan Emperor is coming, and that old man, Wang Songhe, has appeared in the area around Yan City. Could it be that he also received the relevant information and came sniffing around?”

When he thought of that scholar, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

“They say that practitioners of the Dao progress slowly, with each closed-door cultivation lasting years.”

“But I’ve heard that Wang Songhe only abandoned his studies and turned to the Dao after he turned forty. And now he can fight me to an equal standstill… If only I had known, why bother reading the books of sages and being a scholar?”

He shook his head, sensing a concealed unease in his heart.

The emperor was on the verge of arriving, marking a critical moment. However, he had sustained an injury during that time, which was far from ideal.

“Maybe I should go and look for someone from the Immortal Gate, asking for a protective talisman…” Guo Yan wondered in his heart.

At that moment, he had no time to concern himself with his son’s minor disputes.

Regarding the incident with the young hero named Qiao Mu, who had once threatened him on the long street, he had long since forgotten it.

……………

The outer city area.

Old Huang was walking in this small alley with a few soldiers.

“The boss’s place is too remote, hidden deep, and the road is quite difficult.”

Old Huang and the Bald Monk Soldier beside him chatted casually.

A day later, he finally recovered from Qiao Mu’s sacrifice.

He couldn’t afford to be absent-minded. He was just a regular soldier. Even if it was Qiao Mu’s immediate family who passed away, he still had to continue his training and stand guard at the military camp tomorrow.

Working people only have time to earn a living. They don’t have time to dwell on sadness and sorrow.

“Old Huang, have you figured out how to ask yet?” asked the monk soldier next to him.

“What’s so difficult about asking? After all, we managed to earn enough money today. Not to mention the sacrifices we made, at the very least, we can have peace of mind.”

Old Huang weighed the heavy money bag in his hand.

It took Old Huang half a day to recover and another half a day to find nearly a hundred colleagues under Qiao Mu’s command. They pooled together a sum of money as compensation.

It shouldn’t have been the soldiers’ responsibility to provide this compensation. It should have been funded by the Yan City Military Camp.

However, after what happened that day, Old Huang and the others suspected that Qiao Mu was not well-regarded by Military Officer Chu and the others. They realized it would be difficult to obtain compensation funds.

So, they gathered some money and planned to give it to Qiao Canxue in the name of compensation.

On one hand, Qiao Mu repeatedly saved the soldiers under his command.

On the other hand, Qiao Mu charged forward alone, and his last words before dying were for Old Huang and the others not to follow, not to sacrifice themselves.

Upon hearing Qiao Mu’s final command, Old Huang and the others didn’t charge.

They were also afraid of death.

Qiao Mu gave them an opportunity to stop, so they halted.

At first, they didn’t quite understand why Qiao Mu was risking his life. But later, when they learned that Qiao Mu was sacrificing himself to save all hundreds of them, they felt somewhat uneasy.

Therefore, it wasn’t difficult to collect the money, as most people were willing to contribute.

“It seems like the boss’s house is just up ahead…” Old Huang was saying when suddenly he heard voices coming from the corner of a small alley.

He turned his head and found a group of people carrying a coffin, squeezing into the alley.

“Oh, who passed away from this family? Can a coffin fit into this narrow alley?” Old Huang was initially chattering away, but as it approached, his expression turned serious and he quickly shut his mouth.

He recognized the people carrying the coffin, seemingly servants of the lord’s mansion.

Why would someone from the lord’s mansion bring a coffin into this narrow alley?

Before Old Huang could figure it out, he saw a young man in white clothes walking proudly into the alley, immediately capturing his attention.

The lord’s son?

His body trembled slightly, his fist clenched instinctively, but quickly relaxed. Then, he hurriedly lowered his head and moved aside to clear the path.

The nearby monk soldier also glanced briefly and followed suit, making way.

He was a monk who enjoyed drinking and eating. He had heard at the tavern about how City Lord’s son’s servant had whipped Old Huang’s wife, causing her to miscarry.

He couldn’t say much, so he simply patted Old Huang’s shoulder.

Several servants carried a coffin and walked through a narrow alley. Nothing happened.

The son of the City Lord naturally didn’t recognize these big soldiers and just walked past them.

Just before turning the corner of the alley, the old man in a gray robe named Ah Fu, who was following Childe Guo, glanced at them and suddenly said:

“Are you soldiers under centurion Qiao Mu’s command?”

A Fu had been to the military camp and secretly observed Qiao Mu’s martial arts, so he had a bit of an impression of Old Huang and his group.

Old Huang and the others’ facial expressions changed slightly.

As expected, Childe Guo immediately turned around with great interest.

“Oh? Interesting.”

“Is this the doorstep of centurion Qiao Mu’s home? Are you also looking for him? Then come with me.”

“Together?” Old Huang and the others were initially confused, then slowly turned their gaze towards the coffin.

Is Qiao Mu’s body inside this coffin? And Childe Guo had someone carry the coffin into this alley, so it turns out he was looking for Qiao Mu’s family?