Seeing his father’s head, Yan Xun was blinded by hatred. His eyes were full of only one belief, which is revenge. Even if he was stabbed into his chest by an iron spear, and his arm was cut by a sharp sword, as long as he breathed out, Yan Xun continued to move towards the box containing the heads of his father and siblings.

Seeing that Yan Xun was about to approach those boxes, a large number of soldiers rushed up from all directions, and Yu Wenyue raised his hand to signal them to stop. But Yu Wenhuai on the side had no intention of softening, and punched Yan Xun off the high platform. Yan Xun’s body fell like a broken duckweed toward the big tripod. Seeing this, Chu Qiao desperately broke away from the soldier holding her, and at the last moment, Fei smashed into Yan Xun to avoid him directly hitting the hard copper cauldron.

In the land of Jiuyou, Yan Xun did not take orders or bow down. The surrounding archers were ready, and Yuwen gave an order. Yan Xun, who was struggling to get up, was shot by a sharp arrow and fell to the ground. Yan Xun had only one belief, which was to move toward his family on the high platform. He climbed up again and again, and was shot by sharp arrows again and again. As long as there is a little bit of strength, even if you climb, you will have to climb over. On the way to the high platform, soldiers’ bodies and blood are all over them.

Yu Wenyue couldn’t bear to look any more, he calmly blocked the archer who was about to give Yan Xun a fatal blow, and ordered the execution to skip the autopsy. How could Yuwenhuai make him wish, holding the imperial decree and resolutely oppose it. At the moment when the two sides were in a stalemate, a firm and sonorous female voice shouted: “I will check.” Mrs. Ding Beihou, dressed in white, appeared firmly under the stage of Jiuyou. On this stage are her husband and children, no one. More qualified for an autopsy than her.

The emperor allowed Bai Sheng to appear here. Even if Yu Wenhuai wanted to kill Yan Xun, he could only stop at this moment. Bai Sheng’s eyes were red, and he walked to the high platform step by step. Yan Xun’s hard heart fell apart the moment he saw his mother, saying that the man had tears and would not flick it lightly, but that was just not to the point of sadness. Yan Xun cried and asked her mother why. Bai Sheng told him that this world is like this, just like wolves eating rabbits and rabbits eating grass. There is no reason at all.

Soothing his wounded son, Bai Sheng turned and walked towards the boxes. She opened the first box. It was her husband, Marshal of Yanbei Dingbeihou and Marshal of the Northwest Soldier. Look at the scar on that forehead, which was left when he put down the Qi rebellion and rushed into the palace to rescue him. At that time, Yanshicheng rushed into the palace alone, and the emperor, who was still the prince, broke through the gate of the palace besieged by three thousand soldiers and horses. He was wounded all over his body and could only get out of bed and walk after half a year. Yanshicheng was only seventeen years old that year.

Looking at the scars on Yanshicheng’s head, Bai Sheng said in one sentence the origin of the scars. Yanshicheng has made outstanding achievements throughout his life. Every scar on his body is his mark of protecting his family and the country. The emperor once announced the coexistence and death of Wei and Yanbei. Most of the people present were moved by Bai Sheng’s words, and many soldiers shed tears of repentance. Over the years, the emperor’s oath went with the wind, leaving only Yu Wenhuai’s sharp sword to cut down the head of Yanshicheng ruthlessly.

At the same time, the emperor in the palace seemed to have a reaction, and the body that stood up was slightly shaken. It was not that he was guilty and regretful for killing Yanshicheng, but compared with the imperial power, these seemed insignificant. Wei Guifei watched everything that happened on the high platform from a distance, with regret and sympathy on her face. She did not want to help the Yanshicheng family, but was powerless. Chun’er had already burst into tears when she saw Yan Xun’s injury, and after begging her mother to no avail, she collapsed to the ground with a desperate heart.

Above Jiuyoutai, even if Bai Sheng felt pain again, he still had to continue the autopsy. She opened the boxes one by one and confirmed their identities. All of her sons were brave and good at fighting, fighting against the enemy, never flinching. Such a good man, at a young age, died innocently under conspiracy and struggle. The daughter Yan Hongrong was seven months pregnant and saved her mother, but Zhao Xifeng shot her to death with an arrow. After the autopsy was done with tearful eyes, Bai Sheng looked up and looked around. The soldiers bowed their heads and said nothing. The clansmen sat firmly on the high platform, either moved or sneered.

Following Yu Wenyue’s execution, the boxes containing the heads of Yanbei’s sons and daughters were all thrown into the incineration cauldron. With despair in Yan Xun’s eyes, he got up and rushed to the incinerator. Bai Sheng stopped his son and told him that the Yan family boy was bleeding, sweating and not crying. After receiving Yu Wenyue’s answer that he would not hurt Yan Xun, Bai Sheng pushed his son away, turned and slammed into the burning cauldron. Yan Xun was pushed and fell under the high platform. He watched desperately as his mother hit the incineration cauldron decisively, his head broke and he fell to the ground.