From Traitor's Daughter to Heroine Chapter 5

Logan Zhuang escaped with the divorce letter, and couldn't understand why there was suddenly a lady in the Zhenguo Mansion. After opening the letter, he felt more and more sorry for Si Qinmi.

The letter accused her of being infertile, extravagant, etc. It was indeed a letter of divorce.

Things are back to the starting point. How to transport Madeline Siqin's body out of the city? The weight of the coffin and Logan Zhuang's clumsy physique make it difficult to move the body out of the execution ground.

The soldiers were happy to see him busying around as if he were having fun, and some were grateful for his gratitude, but they were stopped by their colleagues around them, and they said as a taboo: "This is the daughter of the harpist."

No one came to help. Most people were concerned about Madeline Siqin's identity. Another group of people had a deep hatred for the Siqin family represented by Madeline Siqin. They were separated from their wives and children and lost their loved ones because of Alistair Siqin's treason. They were happy to see Madeline Siqin's body exposed in the city.

Even Logan Zhuang didn't dare to walk alone in the alley anymore, because he was beaten the first time he did so. Fortunately, he saw that the situation was not right and ran to the street. He was punched twice on the back and it was aching slightly.

"I told you to collect the bodies, I told you to collect the bodies..." The anger shifted to his head.

It would have been fine if he was just beaten, but the main problem was that Shoushan Yu's book wedge was stolen. It was a very valuable item, and he regretted it deeply.

Logan Zhuang bought a knife and stood guard beside the coffin. He was used to it now and no longer felt the execution ground was eerie and scary.

He didn't dare sleep. It was a cold autumn night with drizzling rain, and his throat was itchy.

The silent night brought more contemplation. Why did I have to work so hard and go against everyone? I should just ignore her and let her body be exposed in the wilderness. I could be dreaming sweet dreams in my warm bed right now.

Touching the cold coffin, he could turn around and leave. He would be free from the cold wind, could be free from the traitor's daughter, and could live a peaceful life.

But Logan Zhuang stopped and couldn't move his legs.

He traveled back in time a year ago and it was the same weather. After being hungry for two days, he finally had a bowl of hot rice porridge.

That sweetness is difficult for modern people who are accustomed to three meals a day to appreciate.

When I watched porridge distribution on TV before, I thought it was hypocritical to give such a small amount of rice porridge to beggars.

But when I was so hungry that my eyes turned green, I drank the hot rice porridge and felt that the beautiful woman who gave out the porridge was a living Bodhisattva.

Reflecting on myself, I realized that what I did yesterday was wrong. I should have found a place to place the coffin instead of the execution ground so that I could have a rest. But when I think about it, no one would be willing to place a coffin at home, let alone the corpse of a despised traitor's daughter.

Feeling mentally and physically exhausted, he leaned against the coffin and fell asleep in the autumn rain.

He felt groggy and his cheeks were hot. Someone woke him up. It was the soldier from yesterday.

"Wake up and take your broken coffin away quickly. Another prisoner will be executed here today." The soldier said viciously.

"I'm sorry, soldier. Please be flexible. I'll let him stay for a while. We'll take him out for burial as soon as we find a vehicle." Logan Zhuang felt his body getting hot. He became listless, wet all over, and his head felt dizzy and achy. He had caught a cold, but he still instinctively took out the copper coins from his bag.

"What concessions are you making? We've already said that the prisoner will be executed here today. It will be embarrassing for the executioner to see you putting out a coffin!" The soldier impatiently shook off Logan Zhuang's hand that was handing him money.

"Then wait until daybreak, I will borrow a cart and take the coffin away." Logan Zhuang remained humble even though his face was flushed.

"Why are you waiting for dawn? Take your coffin away now, immediately! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." The soldier threatened.

"I understand, I understand, I'll take it away right away." Logan Zhuang handed over the silver again, with more money than last time.

"It's crazy that someone would bury the daughter of a traitor." The soldier took the money, sighed, and then watched Logan Zhuang drag the coffin.

"A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. Legally, I will not argue if she is dead. But as a beneficiary, cough, cough, I really can't do it when I see my benefactor's body exposed in public, cough." Logan Zhuang looked at the heavy coffin in distress. There was phlegm in his throat and he looked sick.

Logan Zhuang looked so confused, dragging the coffin as if he was going to put himself into the coffin, and his words were so beautiful.

The soldier couldn't help but sneer: "You are very kind. Since the Duke Zhenguo's mansion no longer has this lady, why don't you get married in secret? She will be considered as your relative, and we can help you transport her to your destination. I will make the decision, for free."

"Are you serious?" Logan Zhuang looked at the soldier expectantly, as if grasping at the last straw.

"Are you crazy? You even dare to get into a ghost marriage. Aren't you afraid that it will shorten your life span?" The soldier looked at Logan Zhuang as if he were a madman.

"If I spend the whole day spinning in the air like this, my life span will be shortened. As long as you, Soldier, are willing to help me transport the coffin, how can I get into a ghost marriage?" This will make materialists laugh to death. Why would they be afraid of a ghost marriage that will shorten their life span?

The leading soldier was now embarrassed.

"Go ask the Taoist master, and now take your coffin away." He was a little annoyed.

"Brother, just show your appreciation. This young man is really kind." The younger brother next to him said pitifully to Logan Zhuang.

"Brother, this musician's family is really a piece of Sh!t, but this young man is quite innocent." Some people still supported Logan Zhuang's behavior.

"Forget it. You write a marriage certificate and bow to her, even if you are husband and wife. According to the regulations, you pay some money and we will help you transport the car for burial on the way. It's one hundred coins. Don't feel bad about it. To use a public vehicle for this, you have to pay the higher-ups and give some running errand fees to the brothers below..." The leading soldier had a way out and his attitude softened a little.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, ahem..."

Logan Zhuang didn't know how to write a marriage certificate, so he wrote two documents simply describing the situation and hoping that the other party would forgive his offense. He put one in the coffin and burned the other.

The funeral procession, since the deceased was an orphan, went on to worship heaven and earth. Under the watchful eyes of several soldiers, they tied the coffin with a red string and held the coffin while people bowed to each other.

With an excuse, the soldiers also lent a hand and helped him load the coffin into the cart.

Sitting in the car, he expressed his gratitude profusely to the two escorting soldiers.

"Don't blame the eldest brother. His younger brother was a member of the imperial guards and followed Siqin to Alistair Siqin's war. Now his life or death is uncertain. He hates Siqin's family for treason." A soldier explained.

"If that's the case, I'm already very grateful to Mr. Bing for helping me. Without Mr. Bing's permission, I really don't know what to do with the coffin." Logan Zhuang said gratefully.

"Young man, you are a straight man. This money is my last savings. I don't want it anymore. I'll give it back to you." The younger soldier saw Logan Zhuang emptying his purse.

"Me too. It's not easy for you, young man. Many people have been helped by Madeline Siqin, but you are the only one willing to collect her body." Another soldier sighed.

"That won't do. I'm sorry, but I'm already feeling uneasy. We still have some extra food at home. Please accept it." He understood the ways of the world and tried his best to dissuade them.

The advantage of his understanding of human nature was that the two of them lent a hand to help him dig a hole for the coffin, which would probably take him a whole day to dig alone.

"It's almost time for beheading. We have to go and maintain order." After digging most of the pit and looking at the sky, the two soldiers said goodbye.

"Leave the burial matter to Xun. Thank you two brothers for your help. I will remember it in my heart." Logan Zhuang felt even more dizzy, tortured by fatigue and illness, but he did not forget to express his gratitude.

With blisters on his hands, Logan Zhuang watched the soldiers walk away and continued to work. As he bent over to dig the hole, he heard the sound of a coffin moving.

He thought it was a thief or something, or a refugee who disliked him, so he gripped the hoe tightly and climbed up to the ground.

His face was covered in blood, his eyes were clear, he sat in the coffin, gently stroking his blood-red neck, his body looked very stiff.

Thousands of thoughts flooded Logan Zhuang's mind at once. He watched Madeline Siqin crawl out of the coffin, and stood there in a daze, even dropping his hoe.

"Madam, the purpose of this ghost marriage is to bury you. Please forgive me." I thought too much and thought about what I had done. The thing that made me feel sorry for her was that I had entered into this ghost marriage without her consent.

"My dear, why are you like this?" Seeing his sickly and gray appearance, Madeline Siqin felt pity for him and hugged Logan Zhuang in her arms.