Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Chapter 78: Such Humiliation – 1

Amidst the fluttering paper money and the heart-wrenching cries of the common people, four coffins, three large and one small… moved forward into the city.

Perhaps they had been waiting here early in the morning, and the people were already frozen. A family servant carrying the coffin of the Duke of Zhen slipped, and with a “thud,” the coffin hit the ground, followed by the other three coffins, one after another, falling in a panic.

The paper-thin coffin cracked open, and the small coffin’s hemp rope broke, causing the coffin to tilt and crash to the ground, bursting open. The body of a young boy, clad in broken armor, rolled out, and his severed head rolled straight into the snow, completely exposed!

“Little Seventeen!” Bai Jintong cried as she lunged forward, clutching Little Seventeen’s head. Looking at her younger brother’s lifeless, innocent face was like a silver spear piercing her chest. She hugged Little Seventeen’s head and couldn’t hold back her intense crying, wailing with all her might, “Little Seventeen!”

“Little Seventeen!” Bai Jinzhi also exclaimed in shock.

Bai Jinxiu’s eyes widened. “Little Seventeen!”

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Bai Qingyan turned around and saw Little Seventeen’s rolling head. Her eyes were bloodshot, her heart shattered, and it felt as if a fierce wind was sweeping through her chest, making her hair stand on end. Her mind was filled with a shrill whistle, compelling her to draw her sword and slay King Xin immediately. “Uncle Ping, stop King Xin’s carriage for me!”

“Ah…” Mrs. Wang, the fourth lady, screamed, staggered, and knelt down, grabbing her son’s head. Like a madwoman, she crawled back to her son’s body, holding him tightly, her son’s corpse already covered in bruises. She wept in despair.

Mrs. Wang, usually the most gentle, had blood-red eyes like a demon from hell. She cursed at the noble Imperial Family, and at King Xin, the Emperor’s son, relentlessly. “King Xin, you butcher! My son… you made my son’s body be separated! You didn’t even change him into clean clothes! He was only ten years old! A ten-year-old child, you bastard! Do you have any conscience at all?”

Mrs. Wang cried out to the heavens, then whispered softly as if comforting her sleeping child, “Little Seventeen, don’t be afraid! Mommy’s here! Mommy’s with you! Mommy’s here… Mommy will warm you! We are not afraid! Not afraid…”

Lu Ping saw the once lively and adorable ten-year-old child reduced to a severed body. His eyes turned red with fury, and with a murderous intent boiling within him, he was about to chase after them when Dong Qingping leaped onto his horse and… rode into the city, stopping King Xin’s carriage just ten meters into the city.

Throughout history, if a General died in battle and his body was separated before being brought back to the city, unless the body parts couldn’t be found, the person bringing back the body would order the body to be stitched back together and dressed in clean clothes and armor, so the full body could be buried with dignity.

Even though the common people knew the battlefield had always been brutal, it was more shocking to see the body of a ten-year-old child who was beheaded right before their eyes.