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In the early morning of three days later, the night sky of Jian'an City had not yet completely faded, and a faint ink color still remained in the sky.

Jing Chunxi still hadn't woken up. She had nothing to do during the day and was exhausted at night these past two days.

Except for the people in her courtyard, everyone else was arranged by Xu Zize during the day, and almost no one was idle.

Xu Zize must be a tough guy. After a busy day, he'd have dinner with her, and then be forced by Jing Chunxi to lie down for an hour or two, and then he'd be full of energy again. Then, he'd call in a few people to discuss things and arrange the next day's work. To understand what was going on outside, Jing Chunxi liked to sit in on the conversation.

Because his days and nights were reversed, Jing Chunxi would often return home in the early morning to eat a snack and take a shower. He would be so exhausted, as if all his energy had been drained away, that the moment he lay down he would immediately fall into a deep sleep, like a piglet, oblivious to the outside world.

Her breathing was steady and even, knowing that the people of Jian'an County would soon be liberated, and she even smiled with satisfaction in her dream. She was completely unaware of the uproar that had already begun outside.

Under Jing Chunxi's care, Little Sweetie had gradually adapted to life here and had become quite familiar with Tang Shuang and Chun Tao. The three of them played and joked around in the room, and when they got tired they would each find a place to rest.

Little Sweetie was no longer as frightened as when she first arrived, and she no longer slept next to Jing Chunxi, which made Jing Chunxi sleep more comfortably. She turned over and frowned slightly, as if she had a dream, but soon calmed down and continued to immerse herself in her dreams.

What Jing Chunxi didn't know was that Jian'an City at this time was like boiling water, and the people were no less excited than Xunyang City at the beginning, and the most lively place was the North Gate.

At daybreak, countless people had already gathered at the north city gate, their faces filled with anger, excitement and anticipation. Today, something important was about to begin here.

They were wearing wooden shackles around their necks. There were dozens of dog officials and their minions, with heavy shackles on their hands and feet. They were brought here at dawn.

These people were once high and mighty, but now they are like a group of stray dogs, with their heads down and their eyes full of fear and despair.

They were escorted by dozens of burly and agile men. Judging from their attire, they looked like bodyguards of a wealthy family, but they were currently carrying out a more important mission.

Some of them held spears, others held broadswords, and they escorted the dog official forward step by step. The route they took was the main street of Jian'an City, and at this time, both sides of the street were already filled with people, waving their fists and cursing loudly.

"These bastard officials deserve this! They've killed so many of us! Smash them to death!" The crowd erupted in angry shouts, followed by a hail of rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, broken shoes, and other debris flying towards the prisoners. There were even elderly women carrying toilet buckets and long-handled dung scoops, pouring feces and urine on the bastard officials. The bastard officials were left covered in grime, the stench was overwhelming, and there was nowhere to hide.

"I heard that they will be sent to the capital after the parade. Who knows what will happen in the capital? The corrupt officials protect each other. They will definitely be released when they get to the capital." Someone in the crowd was talking loudly. There was worry and unwillingness in each voice, but more of it was resentment.

"That won't do. We can't let them get away with it. The people should punish them." Another man immediately responded with a firm look in his eyes. As he spoke, he had already rushed forward a few steps.

"There are seven people in my family! I am the only one left. The others have died at their hands. No, I have to go back and get a knife. I won't feel satisfied even if I skin them alive." A middle-aged man shouted in grief and anger, his voice hoarse and trembling, his eyes full of tears and hatred.

"The people who were abducted are now missing, alive or dead. I will make them pay for their blood debt with blood and never let them see the sunrise in the capital." Someone in the crowd shouted in response, and immediately there was a chorus of echoes from the surroundings, shaking the earth.

The procession moved very slowly, and the guards stopped and started on purpose, and did not chase people away. They were deliberately delaying time, wanting to make the corrupt officials stay on the streets, so that the people could vent their anger and get rid of their hatred.

The procession was bustling with activity. Teachers and students from the academies had come spontaneously. Standing on high ground, they loudly lectured the people on the crimes committed by the corrupt officials, their words clearly and logically presented, with supporting evidence and data. Their voices were resounding and powerful, each word hammering at the hearts of the people, stirring them even more indignantly and passionately.

"These corrupt officials usually abuse their power and oppress the people. Now they have finally received the retribution they deserve, but this is not enough. They should be executed immediately and their entire clans should be punished." A teacher said angrily, his eyes full of contempt and anger towards these corrupt officials.

"Yes, they sacrificed the lives of the people for their own benefit. It's truly unjust," echoed the scholar nearby, tears welling in their eyes or a choked voice. Many scholars suffered greatly from this, and when they returned home to visit, some found only unburied corpses, while others never saw their loved ones again.

They are just like the people on the street, how can they not hate them?

In order to appease the public anger, the guards who escorted the dog officials deliberately let off steam. They did not approach or really protect the dog officials. As long as the people did not carry any weapons, they could rush towards the prisoners.

The crowd immediately erupted like a blazing fire, erupting with immense energy. Everyone raised their fists, kicking and lashing out at the evildoers, venting their hatred.

How could the usually pampered officials endure such torture? Less than half a mile outside the north city gate, people began to stumble and fall, some unsteadily, some crying and begging for mercy, all of them like dogs in water, listless and listless.

Everyone had bruises on their heads and bodies. Some couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down to beg for mercy, but in return they were beaten with more punches and kicks, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Listen to what's going on? The Japanese didn't invade, but these dog officials are bluffing. They collected so many excessive taxes from us and abducted so many of us in the name of the Japanese rebellion. I heard that it was just for rebellion." Someone in the crowd shouted angrily. The people couldn't stand it anymore and their movements became more crazy. More people who couldn't squeeze in were trembling and were puzzled by the behavior of the dog officials.

"Are these corrupt officials all destined to exterminate their descendants? How can they be so cruel? Aren't they afraid of retribution?"

"My poor children and grandchildren! Where have you been taken to? Can you come back? My sons!" An old woman knelt on the ground, crying heartbreakingly, kneeling and bowing to the sky, looking extremely pitiful.

Her tears fell like beads from a broken string, and the sound echoed in the crowd, making everyone who heard it feel sad and angry.

It was truly tragic. Many people shared Jing Chunxi's sentiments, believing that the corrupt officials should be chopped into pieces or their heads hung on the city gates for public display.