Outside the city of Kyoto, the soldiers stood still. The soldiers at the front put away their weapons and held white soul-inducing flags. Xiao Chuhong looked pale and was helped out of the carriage and sat on a wooden wheelchair.
Xiao Chuhong, who had taken off his battle armor, was wearing a white mourning dress and a black belt. A pure white jade pendant hung from his waist. If he looked closely, he could vaguely see traces of blood in the jade pendant. It was a crowning gift given to him by Xiao Mohan.
Xiao Chuhong's eyes were as clear as ice, and he looked up at the Kyoto City Gate, which was so close in front of him. It has gone through several dynasties and generations, but it still stands majestically here. Thousands of people in the city were crying on the street, and he pursed his lips and remained silent.
Make a statement.
Xiao Mohan's body is stored in the huge coffin at the rear. Outside the coffin, Xiao Mohan's life achievements are densely depicted, as well as his heroic figure of strategizing, controlling the changes in the situation while talking and laughing, and leading the army to kill the enemy on the battlefield.
Civil and military officials waited outside the city gate for a long time, and the soldiers showed little expression on their faces in response to the officials' condolences and greetings.
They charged forward, but they didn't expect to be stabbed by one of their own people in the end, and even asked their marshal to take the blame. This must not be tolerated!
Xiao Chuhong had no intention of following the generals into the city. He put one hand on the wheelchair and glanced sideways at the officials, his eyes cold and sharp. It seemed to make people feel like they were wearing single clothes in the freezing weather, and felt a chill to the bone.
"I ask the emperor to clear Marshal Xiao's name! Give him justice!"
The young man stared straight ahead, his cold voice without any warmth, mixed with dissatisfaction with the court and unwillingness to suffer the infamy for his father's death in vain.
"Please, Your Majesty, rectify the Marshal's name!"
"Please, Your Majesty, rectify the Marshal's name!"
"Please, Your Majesty, rectify the Marshal's name!"
The voices of the soldiers at the rear were as loud as bells, and they shouted in unison over and over again, with a firm tone and no sign of fear.
Su Tingye was exempted from going to court today. He stood among the people and looked at the soldiers who were passionate about seeking justice for Marshal Xiao. His eyes flickered. By helping Xiao Mohan in this way, they were trampling on the royal family's face.
If you are not careful, you will be accused of treason.
After suppressing the thoughts of the generals in the court, Xiao Chuhong, a young general who is not afraid of power, unexpectedly appeared.
"Your Majesty, my minister Xiao Chuhong does not seek fame and fortune, nor does he seek high-ranking officials or marquises. He only asks the Emperor to clear up my father's name! Why should he, a great general of his generation, be framed and slandered by treacherous ministers! This Luoqi Jiangshan Shang could be easily swayed by them!
Something happened, but the hero must be blamed! Please ask the emperor to issue an edict to find out the truth and clear Marshal Xiao's name!"
Xiao Chuhong held his head high and raised his head loudly, without any fear of losing his life.
Everyone present was shocked by him. Once the edict of sin is issued, it must be left in the annals of history, and future generations will judge the merits and demerits.
The people were also stunned. The court officials blamed Xiao Mohan, but Xiao Chuhong asked the emperor to admit his mistake and clear his father's name.
When Ji Mengping saw this, he came out to smooth things over, "General Xiao, you became famous at a young age and fought on the battlefield, so you know how to be feared by people's words. Those who are pure will be clean, and rumors will only stop with the wise. What's more, Xiliang, the culprit, has suffered heavy losses.
The general was also beheaded by Marshal Xiao, so why make the matter bigger and let the Marshal lie underground without any rest in peace?"
"Yeah, how can we let him not rest in peace?" Xiao Chuhong put his right hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, snorted and chuckled, slowly raised his eyes, looked at the righteous left prime minister in the distance, looked around, and spoke word by word.
He said, "Even if the world is overturned, no matter who is in charge of ups and downs, I will never allow my father to suffer unjust injustice!"