Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

"Forget it, Li Chang, he doesn't have many days left," another constable whispered in his ear.

Li Chang's eyes flashed, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

That's true, there aren't many days left.

Before he died, he must have made sure that this once dashing and romantic fourth young master tasted all the delicacies of the world.

"Alright, then I won't make things difficult for you. You want salt water, right? Since Fourth Madam and Fourth Young Master are so affectionate, then let Fourth Madam go find the water. I'll go with her!"

His eyes were now blatantly malevolent, no longer concealing it whatsoever.

This place is far from the capital, and it's deserted. He couldn't wait any longer; he wanted to taste all the beautiful flowers in the capital!

Especially for the Fourth Young Master's people, it must have been a unique experience.

The old lady stepped in front of Sang Ning again, saying, "I'll go."

Sang Ning felt a slight stirring in her heart.

Even if the old lady was only concerned about the family's reputation and couldn't allow the Huo family woman to be humiliated, rather than genuinely worried about her as a person, she still felt quite heartwarming.

At least this old man put himself in front of the younger generation first.

There were other members of the Huo family, the men were heroic and the women were delicate, but they did not back down or act selfishly at the critical moment.

The Huo family deserves respect.

Sang Ning said firmly, "I'll go."

That damned constable, still harboring resentment over being insulted by Sang Ning'er before, was determined not to let her off the hook.

"You're not allowed to...go!"

The boy's hoarse voice, like a leaky bellows, sounded weak and his fierce energy abruptly stopped, leaving only heavy panting.

"No... allowed!"

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was contorted with rage. With his bloodstained hands, he took out a sharp-edged stone from behind him, twisted his upper body to the extreme, and smashed it down on his own leg!

Useless! Useless!

Compared to his three older brothers, he was indeed the most useless one, but he still knew that a true man stands tall between heaven and earth and does not do things that are impossible!

He, the fourth young master of the Marquis's mansion, would rather die than let a woman use her body to exchange for a mere chance to prolong his life!

He used all his strength to throw that stone; if he had gone down, the injury would have been aggravated!

The old lady let out a mournful cry: "My youngest child!"

The eldest sister-in-law, who was closest, reached out to block it, but it was too late.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of her and gripped the stone tightly.

At that moment, the sharp point of the stone was an inch away from the wound!

The old lady squatted down on the ground, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.

The others then realized what was happening. Xie Yurou went to help the old lady, and Huo Jingya and Yun Shuixian rushed to her side.

"Fourth Brother, how could you be so foolish!"

"Brother Chang'an, don't be like this, everything will be alright."

Yun Shuixian stood behind Huo Jingya, crying pitifully. Her gaze swept over Sang Ning, who was holding a stone, filled with resentment and jealousy.

"She has no choice but to do whatever she wants. It's her family's fault that we're like this. Brother Chang'an, you're confused!"

Sang Ning snatched the stone from Huo Chang'an's hand and threw it away.

My palm was cut, and blood was dripping down.

"You..." The sister-in-law was shocked.

"It's nothing." Sang Ning didn't care at all. This little injury could be cured by drinking some spiritual spring water, but she was a little angry.

She gave Huo Chang'an a cold look.

Huo Chang'an also looked at her, his gaze filled with stubbornness and hatred.

There is also a deep-seated despair and utter nihilism.

He even deliberately showed her the half of his face that had been destroyed.

Sang Ning sighed.

Forget it!

Why should she, a happy flower raised in modern times, bother with an ancient person who was harmed by a wicked society?

In the end, he was just a nineteen-year-old boy who went from being a prodigy to a worthless nobody who could be bullied by everyone. He was thrown from heaven into an endless hell, where he could no longer see the light. No one could bear it, and only death could bring him relief.

"As long as you're alive, there's hope," she said.

Huo Chang'an smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with desolation.

The colors of this world can no longer enter his eyes.

He has endured this for so long simply because of his love for his family. Now, he no longer wants to deceive himself; his continued existence will only make things harder for them.

"Ha! They even hid such a dangerous weapon! Are they planning to assassinate the officials in the middle of the night and escape?"

"I knew he wouldn't give up. Looks like I'll have to keep those arms tied!"

After saying this in a sarcastic tone, Li Chang took out a heavy iron chain and was about to tie someone up.

"Sir, didn't you see? My son is trying to commit suicide!" The old lady cried out in grief, her withered eyes barely concealing her anger.

"Besides suicide, who knows if he was thinking of anything else!"

"Please don't tie up the official. If he can't move his arm, Brother Chang'an won't even be able to turn over," Yun Shuixian cried and begged for mercy.

"Oh, why are you turning over?" Li Chang said mischievously, and casually pinched her waist.

Yun Shuixian cried out in surprise and hid behind Huo Jingya.

Huo Jingya opened her arms and glared angrily at Li Chang.

Huo Chang'an's eyes were bloodshot, his phoenix eyes wide open, filled with malice, shame, resentment, and anger.

The mutilated fingers were stuck into the ground, seemingly without feeling any pain.

He used to be a martial artist, but now, even if he concentrates all his strength in his waist and abdomen, even if the veins on his forehead bulge, he still can't lift his head even a fraction!

It can only wriggle left and right like a maggot.

"Ah-ah-"

He slammed his head on the ground, faced the sky, and let out a desperate and helpless scream.

"enough!"

Sang Ning shouted with all his might, releasing the grief and anger that had been suppressed in his chest for so long.

His gaze was fierce, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't wait to find a way out.

Li Chang was momentarily stunned; his evil expression froze on his face, making him look somewhat ridiculous.

Sang Ning stepped forward, and his entire demeanor changed drastically.

His sharp, cold gaze pierced straight to the heart.

There are many things she doesn't know, but she can make them up!

"Lord Boyang, Huo Zhennan, do you know how you died?"

"A month ago, in the Battle of Nomizu, the final showdown with Kitagawa, he led a small team to flank the enemy from behind, winning the opportunity for the front, but he himself was trapped in the enemy's camp!"

“He could have left, he could have gone! But he didn’t! Because if we delay a little longer, the chances of victory at the front will be greater! We can completely crush Beichuan, pacify the northern frontier, and ensure that Dongyang’s territory is not lost and the people live in peace!”

So he held on, and held on some more! Until there was no hope left!

"What was he thinking when his arm was torn off by a wild beast? Was he thinking about whether the unarmed civilians had been safely evacuated?"

As the wild beast tore at his legs, he wondered if victory had been achieved.

How many of the soldiers survived?

Are there wives and children waiting for their brothers who can't go home?

As the beast bit off his head, he thought, "It was worth it! The frontier will be at peace, Dongyang will be stable for several years, and the people will be able to recuperate."

He thought of so many things, but never of his family! He believed that all the glory he had achieved in his life would be enough to honor his family and ensure the safety of his descendants for generations to come!

"Huo Zhennan, facing the scorching sun, resting by the mountains and rivers, died a worthy death! Dongyang has won, and will never again suffer the ravages of war!"

Sang Ning's words were powerful and clear, leaving the four yamen runners dumbfounded.

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and the image of a hero who bravely sacrificed himself for the country and the people appeared in her mind.

She even brought tears to her eyes as she spoke.

From a young age, I have always admired those predecessors who sacrificed themselves for the country.

Crying for justice is futile; they cannot imagine the horror. But not everyone is devoid of conscience and their souls are corrupt.

Sang Ning was venting her frustrations, but also hoping to stir up even a sliver of kindness in their hearts and give them a chance to survive.

The family members were all speechless, staring blankly at Sang Ning.

Listening to her narration, it was as if I could see the scene of the old Marquis's heroic death.

The old lady's eyes were glazed over, and murky tears streamed down her face.

Was this what the Marquis was thinking before he died?

"Lord Boyang, Huo Zhennan! He spends most of the year on horseback, spear in hand! What is the purpose of this?"

He was loyal to his country and protected its territory because he loved the land of Dongyang and the people who lived there.

Yes, that's exactly the kind of person the Marquis is.

A true man, upright and indomitable! A true hero!

The old lady looked at Sang Ning in shock.

She could actually utter such penetrating words; she saw through the Marquis's life so clearly!

“But—” Sang Ning’s voice cracked from hoarseness.

It felt as if a steel saw was repeatedly rubbing and pulling at my throat.

But instead of lowering her voice, she raised it even higher.

"His achievements were erased overnight, and the treacherous officials enjoyed the glory he had fought so hard for, yet they turned their knives on his family!"

Where is justice? Where is the way of Heaven?

"unfair!"

"But you must remember this! The hearts of the people belong only to the Way and righteousness! Justice will always come. A person is defined by their virtues, while a person who dishonors the loyal is called a dog!"

Millions of ordinary people will never forget, and those with a conscience will never forget! After darkness, there is always dawn!

At that time, those in power may only suffer a minor setback, while those who will truly suffer are you, the treacherous accomplices who kicked them when they were down!