From Traitor's Daughter to Heroine Chapter 2

"It's great that the family members of the traitors were beheaded."

"Too shameless, the whole family hid in Youguo."

"Fortunately, one was left. Even though she was a woman, she deserved it."

"I can't believe that the family that distributes porridge every month would be this kind of family."

"This Zhenguo Mansion is really cruel. The corpse is placed on the street in plain sight. It's really scary."

"They have already cut ties with each other, otherwise their relatives wouldn't have asked a commoner who had received a favor to deliver wine and food to their deceased relatives."

"Are there people sending wine and food to this traitorous family?"

"There are all kinds of people. My poor son, your life or death is uncertain. Damn Alistair Siqin, you must die a miserable death."

All kinds of news passed through Logan Zhuang's ears. He was the accountant of a pawn shop. The news came from the teahouse next door. To ease the disgusting feeling of knowing about the murder in the morning, he chose a busy place.

"No one collected the bodies?" Logan Zhuang stroked the table.

"If no one collects her body, she will be dragged to a mass grave and become a wandering ghost tomorrow. She deserves it!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait. A wild dog might take my head away at night."

"This is such a disgusting skull that even dogs wouldn't eat."

The more they talked, the more terrifying it sounded. Logan Zhuang looked at the sky and saw that it was getting dark and night was approaching.

Although he was a little afraid of the execution ground, when he thought of Madeline Siqin's heroic words today, he mustered up the courage to go to the execution ground again.

With hands folded, they walked through the Meridian Gate. The blood-stained square looked like a slaughterhouse, with heads, blood, and corpses available for the public to see at will. The dynasty used the bloody reality to tell everyone the fate of the family members of traitors.

Just by seeing such a scene, Logan Zhuang already felt dizzy, his chest was stuffy, and his stomach was uncomfortable, let alone finding someone.

As the sky grew darker, I thought about the hardships I had just gone through, how I was labeled a refugee, had no job and was starving, that bowl of rice porridge, and a sentence that I still remember to this day.

"The young master wants to find a job, Lily, tell the manager."

Although because of his short hair he was mistaken for a monk who had returned to secular life, he was taken care of.

But the fact is that he, who is not very active, found the job that suits him best, that of an accountant.

This position is not something you can do just because you want it. You need someone to recommend you. But Logan Zhuang is a time traveler and has no proof. He is not as good as the local people in doing hard labor. Without this, he might have become a real refugee.

Thinking about Madeline Siqin's heroic words yesterday, that she was willing to shed blood to wash away the shame, how could he bear to expose the body of his benefactor and the heroine he admired to the public.

Logan Zhuang looked at the execution ground, took two steps back, and walked towards the coffin shop in his memory to relieve his condition first.

He bought the cheapest price and bargained with the boss, then hired a carriage and carried the coffin to the execution ground.

It's almost dark.

"If you want to collect the body, you must first give the guard forty cents. This is called the guardian fee..." The driver was a talkative old man with white hair, who explained to Logan Zhuang the knowledge about the execution ground.

In short, it's just a waste of money, but you can't afford to die. You can squeeze a lot of oil out of a dead person.

"Do you want me to help you find the body? It'll be only ten cents." When they arrived at the execution ground, the old man said kindly when he saw Logan Zhuang standing unsteadily.

"Sorry for the trouble, old man." Logan Zhuang was still not used to this scene of mountains of corpses and sea of   blood.

"It's at that location. What's its name?" The old man showed a happy expression and got the ten cents easily.

"About the main gate, female, Madeline Siqin." Logan Zhuang spoke word by word while suppressing the urge to vomit.

"Your last name is Siqin? The daughter of Siqin who was executed today? The daughter of that traitor?" The old man's expression turned cold.

"That's right." Logan Zhuang said uncomfortably, not noticing his cold expression.

"Take the coffin down." the old man said firmly.

"No, why not just put the body in the coffin? Why do we have to take it down?" Logan Zhuang was a little confused.

"I don't want to do this business anymore! Get your coffin down." The old man said sternly, with an expression of uncontrollable anger.

"Why... I see."

The daughter of a traitor, everyone wishes her body would be left exposed in the wilderness.

"The old man's hometown is Xihe County. Alistair Siqin is a beast, and his daughter deserves to be killed!" After unloading the coffin, the old man climbed onto the donkey cart and said viciously to Logan Zhuang.

"I know." Logan Zhuang said to himself. He certainly knew how much the people disliked Madeline Siqin.

All the hatred towards Alistair Siqin was vented on Madeline Siqin who stayed in Yindu.

However, Logan Zhuang could not accept someone's favor and then not help them when they were in trouble. It would be unworthy of the education he had received for more than ten years.

After preparing the money for protecting the god, Logan Zhuang entered the execution ground. The pungent fishy smell and the ground covered with blood and blood bubbles made him feel like he was going to faint.

Logan Zhuang recalled the location this morning and endured the discomfort as he found the head with blood all over the face.

It was beheaded, but not completely, with a little skin still attached to the neck.

Fortunately, his eyes were closed, while the eyes of other corpses were open. It was really horrifying, as they died with their eyes open.

He endured the nausea and weakness and moved the body into the coffin with difficulty. He knelt on the ground and vomited violently.

I didn't eat dinner and what I vomited was acid.

After vomiting, he leaned against the coffin in confusion.

What to do next? Where should the coffin be buried?

I spent another ten cents to hire guards to watch over me, but they went off duty at 12:00 p.m.

Logan Zhuang went to various carriage dealers, but when they heard that it was Siqin's daughter, no one would transport her, because most of the people in the carriage dealers were from Xihe County.

Now the entire Xihe County is eager to eat the flesh of Siqin family alive. Not only do they not allow it themselves, they also order all their colleagues to stop it, and they can't even borrow a horse.

The land was easy to find, without considering feng shui, it was more than ten square meters, but because it was close to the capital, the price of land was second only to coffins, and Logan Zhuang's wallet shrank again.

He returned to the execution ground in time and continued to guard the coffin. Logan Zhuang hoped that someone from the Zhenguo Mansion, that is, Madeline Siqin's husband's family, would come, but he was so tired that he slept against the coffin all night without any movement. Instead, the next day, people from the government office came to clean up the corpses.

They packed the bodies randomly, mixing human heads and corpses together, and dumped them in mass graves. Then they cleaned the ground and washed away the blood. This was the final destination of these bodies: mass graves.

"Excuse me, could you help me transport a coffin? I'll pay for it." Logan Zhuang said hopefully.

"It's OK to transport it at normal times, but the girl in it is from Siqin's family, right? That won't do. You can ask us to transport her to a mass grave." The leading soldier spat, showing his disdain for Siqin's family.

"Please be flexible, soldier." Logan Zhuang handed over eight or nine copper coins.

"Connivance? That's what the rules and regulations say. It's strictly forbidden to use a hearse to transport a corpse unless you are a relative of the deceased." The soldier accepted the money and explained the relevant rules and regulations, as if this amount of money was only enough to get information about the rules.

...Logan Zhuang understood that this was a difficult problem, and he also understood that it was difficult for him to solve it with money. If he had a lot of money, he could solve it, but he didn't.

He is holding back his anger now, and he has already done everything, so how can he give up?

When Logan Zhuang heard the soldiers talking about relatives, he thought of the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, Madeline Siqin's husband's family.