Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 130 Convergence
While officials and civilians were behaving harmoniously, Liang Heng, sitting in the prison cart, pressed his pounding heart, unable to describe his feelings. How long ago had he imagined such a scene? He had dreamed of being a good official who served the people, earning their praise. But now it was too late. He was no longer the literate young man who served the people. So many years had passed, his face weathered by time, and he had become a useless prisoner.

Do you care? Actually, I do care, but no matter how much I care, it's too late. There's no such thing as a cure for regret in this world.

That Ying Jiuque is indeed outstanding. But what does it matter? As long as he escapes death today, he'll always have a chance to make a comeback. When will the Lord make his move?
Just then, as everyone was bidding each other farewell, a few people quietly crept towards the prison cart. Liang Heng, who had been closely monitoring his surroundings, naturally noticed their actions. He couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, but he managed to restrain himself. If he attracted everyone's attention at this moment, he would certainly be in trouble.

But in my heart, I was silently screaming, "Faster, faster!"

But at that moment, some sharp-eyed people nearby suddenly noticed someone sneaking over to the prison van and doing something, and immediately screamed.

"Oh no! Someone's trying to hijack the prison van! Liang Heng's going to escape!"

The sound was absolutely earth-shattering. The people who had been intently watching turned around at the same time, creating a bizarre scene. Those who had already opened the prison door, preparing to remove Liang Heng, felt their hair stand on end. Looking up, they found everyone around them staring intently at them. They were utterly terrified!

What's going on? Weren't these people seeing Ying Jiuque off? When did they come to their senses? No, now is not the time to talk about this. They have to leave quickly, but there are just too many people around. If not tens of thousands, there are at least several thousand. It's a sea of ​​people, and they can't squeeze out at all, especially with thousands of eyes watching them. There's nowhere to escape.

"That scoundrel Liang Heng is trying to escape! Catch him!"

"You still dare to run? The magistrate spared your life to take you back to the capital to face His Majesty's punishment, and you still dare to escape?"

Before Jiu Que could even speak, Liang Heng and the people around him who had intercepted the prison van were already submerged in a sea of ​​people.

Good heavens! Even long after the incident, Jiu Que and the others still felt a chill run down their spines when they recalled the scene. Before this, they had thought the common people were weak, but they never imagined that the most terrifying thing was when the defenseless masses were enraged. Thousands of people angrily rushed towards Liang Heng, but he had already been escorted aside by quick-thinking civilians and Bai Hua Chun and others. All that could be heard were screams of agony from the densest part of the crowd, a testament to their intense anger. But soon, even the screams ceased.

After everything finally quieted down, Jiu Que stood on the carriage and looked into the distance. All he could see inside was a pile of mangled flesh, and he couldn't even tell who it was. Liang Heng, who had been waiting for his lord to rescue him, died without even uttering a sound at the hands of these commoners he despised the most.

Once they calmed down, the crowd realized they had made a mistake. They stood by, speechless, and many of them had traces of blood on them.

Jiu Que stepped forward to examine the scene. She seemed quite accepting of the pile of mangled flesh on the ground; what kind of horrific scenes hadn't she seen on the mine and in the Worry-Free Cave? However, after rummaging around, she couldn't find anything useful. Instead, she found a morning glory flower soaked in blood among the pile of blood-stained clothes.

Seeing the flower, Jiu Que couldn't help but narrow his eyes. This thing appeared rather frequently; it seemed to be involved in almost every case recently. Could this indicate that there was a fixed organization behind these cases? Those large hands were now making their presence felt again, but Jiu Que was still completely baffled. What a pity; he had originally hoped to force Liang Heng to reveal which prince was the mastermind!
With a sigh, Jiu Que looked up at the people who were cowering in fear, realizing they had done something wrong, and smiled helplessly.

"Gentlemen, there's no need to panic. Liang Heng is a wanted criminal, and his attempt to escape is a death sentence. Your help in capturing him is a great achievement. However, since there are so many people involved, individual rewards are unlikely. I can petition His Majesty to erect a monument at the city gate, recording Liang Heng's transgressions and your heroic deeds in fighting this corrupt official!" The people around looked at each other and suddenly cheered!

"Great! Thank you, Lord Ying!"

"A monument will be erected in our Qianzhou city!"

Thus, the turmoil vanished without a trace.

However, even after a thousand miles of farewell, we must eventually part ways. Surrounded by countless people, both acquaintances and strangers, outside the city gate in the dim morning light, Jiu Que finally reluctantly embarked on his departure.

But after the caravan had gone quite a distance, Jiu Que opened the curtain, peeked back, and saw that the people were still standing there like statues, staring straight in her direction. Jiu Que suddenly felt a lump in her throat and rubbed her eyes hard.

Inside the carriage, Chunyu Shuang handed over a clean handkerchief, her own heart also unsettled. She had finally broadened her horizons, becoming a witness to history. However, seeing her friend beside her rubbing her eyes with childlike innocence, she couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Why are you crying? This isn't a bad thing. Think about it, how many people in history have received the same treatment as you have today? It's clear that the people of Qianzhou truly care about you."

"I know. I just feel a little sad. I didn't do anything, but everyone values ​​it so much, which makes me feel uneasy."

Isn't the job of an official to stand up for the people? Otherwise, what's the point of being an official? He'd heard a saying before: "If an official doesn't stand up for the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes..."

Wait a minute! Sweet potatoes are such a high-yield crop, and they've never seen them since they arrived in this era? Could it be that these things aren't even on the land of the Great Jing Dynasty yet?
We must find an opportunity to tell His Majesty to search for such a high-yield crop. For now, let's put aside minor issues like bloating from overeating; the priority is to ensure the people have enough to eat. Although the journey has been relatively smooth, he has frequently heard of the natural and man-made disasters of recent years, and many people are simply starving…

Lost in thought, Jiu Que drifted off into a daze again. Chunyu Shuang, who was waiting for her to say something shocking, turned her head and found her friend looking lost in thought. She couldn't help but laugh, and instead of disturbing her, she lifted the curtain to look at the scenery outside and took a rare break.

She was exhausted from the journey and finally had a chance to rest, so she shouldn't disturb Jiu Que...

The carriage swayed and wobbled, but its speed was not slow. In just over half a day, it had traveled twenty miles and finally met up with the tribute army stationed in the distance!
(End of this chapter)