Joyful Motherhood in a Rural Family

Chapter 753: Chapter 753: Repairing the Path in the Open, Sneaking into Chen’s Warehouse in Secret

“Let him go! I want to see what excuse he has this time!”

Zhao Jiong was also extremely angry, waving away the guards on both sides and striding forward.

“Stop talking nonsense! Tell me, did you go looking for trouble with Sisi again? How many times have I said that I, Nan Tianzong, don’t care about the grievances of your previous generation, but Sisi is my younger sister and the only family I have left in this world. As long as I’m alive, I won’t allow you to hurt her!”

“Rascal! Do you know who you are talking to? Do you know what you’re saying?”

Zhao Jiong became angrier as he spoke: “You are now my only heir, the only successor to my Zhao Country. How can you be so ignorant? When will you wake up? You and Liu Sisi can never be siblings because you are natural sworn enemies!”

“I, Nan Tianzong, am not your heir! I’ve said it long ago, the bond between you and me has vanished along with the tragic deaths of my big brother, my second brother, and my third brother. Zhao Dun, don’t force me to do what I don’t want to do!” Nan Tianzong roared.

He knew that Zhao Jiong hated the mention of the humiliating name Zhao Dun, but he deliberately brought it up in front of him; if you won’t let me live in peace, I won’t let you be at ease either!

“You may not have a choice! Tie him up!”

Zhao Jiong’s face was cold as he ordered the guards by his side.

Nan Tianzong did not take the guards seriously: “Do they really think they can catch me? Zhao Dun, you are daydreaming!”

“Are you? Carefully feel it.”

Zhao Jiong’s smile was full of malice.

Nan Tianzong laughed: “You’re playing tricks again, and you think that I, Nan Tianzong, would still… ” be fooled…

Before he could finish speaking, his legs weakened, and he nearly lost his balance. It was then that he realized what was wrong.

“What… What did you do to me?”

Zhao Jiong looked smug: “I learned this move from Liu Sisi. It’s called fighting fire with fire. If you want to find someone, go find your good sister! Take him away!”

Despite Nan Tianzong’s struggles, he was still taken away by the two guards and put under strict supervision.

Manager Zhu, who had now become Left Minister Zhu, quickly came forward: “Your Majesty, I’m afraid treating the Crown Prince like this might be… ”

“Sigh! This foolish boy has always regarded me as an enemy. Hasn’t he ever thought that although I have taken advantage of him to gain some benefits, in the end, my entire country landscape will be his? What more does he want? I really don’t understand…” @@novelbin@@

Left Minister Zhu thought for a moment: “The Crown Prince is young and it’s understandable that he doesn’t understand now. It’ll be fine once he comes to realize things later.”

Zhao Jiong knew that Left Minister Zhu was just comforting him, but he had to nod his head.

“Well, let’s hope so!”

–

Because Zhao Jiong had declared himself emperor in Gongzhou City, the whole city was tense, with whispers and rumors of military movements everywhere.

Every checkpoint was strictly inspected, causing great inconvenience to ordinary civilians and severely affecting their daily lives, leading to deep resentment among the common people.

However, the soldiers at the checkpoint were also at a loss. They conducted round-the-clock inspections, and the prison cells were filled with “suspects,” but there were no actual criminals to be found. Thinking about the tasks assigned to them by their superiors, they had no choice but to carry on.

“What do you do? Where does your family live? Who’s in your family?”

“Move on.”

“Where are you from? How many people are in your family?”

“Move.”

“Where are you from? Your family…”

The queue was long and slowly moving forward. Middle-aged laborers were the main targets for interrogation, while women and children were simply asked a few questions and allowed to pass.

From a distance, the sound of a suona playing could be heard, drawing the attention of everyone. They all turned to look and saw an old Daoist walking ahead, ringing a copper bell in his hand, followed by a young man playing the suona, blowing his cheeks and blaring away. Behind them was a thin coffin carried by four men.

The people in the procession were all dressed in hemp clothes, clearly a funeral procession. The civilians in the queue, seeing this, unceremoniously made way for the funeral procession to pass first. No one would dare fight a dead person for space, would they?

The men carrying the coffin exchanged glances and followed the procession forward.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop, stop, I’m talking to you guys. What are you doing? Hurry up and put it down!”

A soldier noticed the group and walked over to them.

The leader of the group was none other than the old Daoist.

He was shaking the copper bell in his hand non-stop, and when he heard the soldier, he slightly opened his eyes, glanced at him, and shook the bell again, scattering some paper money.

“Bridge to bridge, road to road, eternally-divided by life and death, each walks their own path, each… ”

“Get out of the way!”

Before the old Daoist had finished speaking, the soldier forcefully pulled him to the side, causing the Daoist to lose his balance and fall onto an earth ridge. The old Daoist stood up unsteadily, groaning in pain, and it took him quite a while to get up from the ground, only to find blood running down his face.

“You… what are you doing… This can’t be moved! This one died violently, you… ”

“Get out of my way! I’ve seen plenty of dead people in my life; one more won’t make a difference!”

The soldier showed no sympathy and directly kicked the coffin, flipping it over and revealing its bottom, which now faced the sky!

“Ouch! Oh my gosh!”

The four men carrying the coffin rolled around in pain, clearly having been hurt by the fall. They lay on the ground, groaning for a while before being able to get up again.

The soldier showed no intention of apologizing, instead beckoning more people to surround the coffin, clearly with the intention of seizing it.

“Your Excellency, as you can see, we are merely in a funeral procession. Live people should avoid sharing the path with the dead, right? As for the coffin, it has already left the home of the deceased, and it would be extremely unlucky to place it on the ground mid-journey… Please, let’s be reasonable!”

The old Daoist hurriedly took out a money bag and tried to stuff it into the soldier’s hand, with a smile plastered across his face.

The soldier weighed the money in his hand, satisfied, and pocketed it. Then he waved his hand.

“So generous to give a whole string of coins at once! … Come here, let’s open the coffin and see if there’s anything hidden inside!”

Open the coffin?

These words immediately caused the old Daoist’s face to change, and he hurriedly stood in front of the coffin, blocking it with his hand.

“Don’t open it! Don’t open it! Whoever wants to open this coffin must step over my dead body first!”