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Ma Su and Liu Wu knew what he was thinking, so Ma Su immediately said: "Great King, what should we do now? "According to what the Kanggong had said, Yue Pengju had already gone to the Chen Army border, and there are now nobles of the Jinguo who have died …"

King Qin did not seem to reply, as if he was talking to himself, "I hope that the one who dies will be Zong Han or Jin Wushu. If one of them dies, then we can start a war."

Ma Su was shocked.

"Hurry up and find out who's dead so we can change our plans."

"Yes."

Ma Su and Liu Wu both knew the true female language, especially Ma Su, whose identity was a little special. His father was the former son of Han Er in the Eastern Region of Liaoning Province, and at that time, he was the important advisor of the imperial army. As a result, he had received a high-grade female true education and was proficient in the female true internal affairs. However, a few years ago, his father had not yet succeeded in sending him off, and his entire family was being hunted down. He had escaped with great difficulty, and on the way, he had experienced many twists and turns, until he found the other "Han Er" who was similarly stuck in a corner.

Liu Wu was born a merchant and was familiar with the Yanjing. He was also well versed in all kinds of women's situations and the two of them worked together. The King Qin also carried a large amount of gold and silver treasures as well as a few light gifts. It was the same for any country, but money can make a fool of itself. Ma Su traveled a bit and managed to obtain a lot of information.

Because of the battle at sea, Jin Wushu had been running away. He was furious, and hated Yue Pengju, thinking that it would be better to kill these two people in one go. But how could killing two people like them be easy? Moreover, the most important thing right now was that the little girl might very well fall into someone else's hands.

Besides being in his hands, how could the girl be in the hands of another man?

The more he thought about it, the more he could not sit still, and hatefully said: "Yue Pengju, you stole my wife, and did not protect me well. This time, you can forget about me showing you any mercy."

It would definitely be difficult to assassinate Jin Wushu in broad daylight, so there was no harm in doing it in secret. Since he and Zong Han had a huge conflict, there would definitely be a time to break through.

Everything was going according to plan, but unexpectedly at this time, Zong Wang died.

King Qin and the others were not mistaken. The fire opposite them was indeed a funeral, it was Zong Wang's funeral.

After that, under the influence of the Han people, the upper echelons of Jinguo also accepted the burial. Only the coffin on top of it was slightly different from the Han people, and the corpse was still like the upper class aristocrats of the Han people. Due to the hot weather, Jin Wushu ordered for Zong Wang's corpse to be marinated in white alum and salt, wrapped up in top quality silk and silk layers, and then sealed. Almost all the high class female nobleman were buried there.

However, the cremation was still preserved, mainly for raw and burnt livestock and servants.

By the side of the tent where Zong Wang's corpse was kept, he used a large amount of firewood to build a pile of firewood. One of them had fought with him in the war, especially during the Song campaign. However, the people who were buried included the two male servants that served him while he was alive, as well as the two concubine s.

Zong Wang had more than a hundred wives, and seven or eight people would usually sleep with his, so his main wife was Tang. According to the other wives' wishes, the Second Crown Prince doted on Song, so it was time for Mao De to be buried.

Although she was doted on by Zong Wang and could not be called without any feelings of camaraderie for a long time, she was still far from being able to die for him. They could only beg Tang to make a decision.

Hua Rong had also realized that Zong Wang's death might have caused a huge change, and the death of such a main peacemaker was especially uncomfortable. She thought, why would Zong Han be the one dying?

She thought of the Princess Maude and wanted to go take a look, but Jin Wushu stopped her and said solemnly, "No need …"

She became even more flustered, broke free from Jin Wushu's grasp and ran into Zong Wang's tent.

At this time, Princess Maude was kneeling in front of Tang, his hair in disarray and tears flowing down his cheeks, "Madam, please spare me …"

"The Second Crown Prince dotes on you, but you are actually unwilling to bury him alive?"

According to the true female tradition, the owner's mistress could take care of the Housework, even if it was male owner, it would not be good for them to interfere. If Tang decided to bury Maude alive, no one could stop her.

Although Princess Maude was extremely beautiful, she was the most doted on by Zong Wang. Although she was the most doted on by Zong Wang, she was usually very respectful to Tang and never dared to go overboard, and since Tang was already old, she naturally wouldn't fight for his favor. As such, she was not as displeased with Maude as the other concubine, and couldn't wait to execute her.

Hua Rong turned pale with fright. When she saw her charge in, she immediately ran over and pulled her back as if she had seen his savior. "Madame Yue, quickly beg Fourth Prince.

Men truly loved each other dearly. They really couldn't match up to the identity of an official wife. The barbarians claimed that the number one wife was not important. They only wanted to see who their husband doted on. However, what if their husband died?

The love of a man was greater than the heavens, what should be done if a man did not love him?

No matter where he went, no matter which country, the rights of an official wife would surpass the right of the concubine.

However, Hua Rong had no time to think of all these, she knew that her request to Tang was useless, but seeing that the Tang's gaze was not ruthless, as if she was hesitating, she quickly ran out, her life hanging in the sky, if not for it, Maude would probably become a pile of ashes. Seeing Jin Wushu rushing over, she immediately pulled his hand: "Fourth Prince, please help me, tell your second sister to change her mind. Princess Maude, she doesn't want to die …"

Because he had lost control of himself in a moment of desperation, Jin Wushu was overjoyed. He held her hand backhandedly and saw her face full of panic as he begged for permission. Having known her for so long, this was the first time he saw her like this.

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

Jin Wushu held her hand and walked in. Maude was kowtowing to Tang, Jin Wushu bowed and said, "Second sister, look at our own face, let's change to a person who will be buried alive …"

The deep affection between Jin Wushu and Zong Wang was something that the Tang naturally knew. Seeing him come forward to plead for, the Tang did not insist and only said: "I'll do as you say."

As if he had received an amnesty, Mao De stood up and quickly thanked Jin Wushu: "Thank you Fourth Prince."

"Thank you, Madam, and Lady Hua Rong."

"Thank you Madam Xie, thank you Miss Hua Rong."

Seeing her tear-stained face, Hua Rong felt as if she had walked through hell itself. Pained in her heart, she only extended her hand to support her, but was completely unable to persuade her.

The people who were chosen to be buried alive finally found two concubine s. The two delicate women were pushed out, scared out of their wits. Only then did Hua Rong stand there in a daze. Who would come to save these two pitiful women after saving Maude?

If Maude didn't deserve to die, should they?

She listened to their miserable wails in a daze, her heart trembling as she quietly retreated step by step.

However, Maude had avoided the bad luck of being buried alive, but she couldn't avoid it. It was a disaster that ruined her face.

This calamity was commonly known as "sending blood tears", which meant that the wife and concubine of the deceased would cut her forehead with a knife to show that she would never forget her husband's kindness.

Under the Tang's lead, Zong Wang's hundred odd wives cut themselves with their sabers. Thinking about how the death of Zong Wang would seriously affect his father and brother's South Return, coupled with the fact that he had no one else to rely on in the future, Maude was crying sorrowfully. However, according to her original intention, she had always been proud of her looks. If she was a real widow and everyone had a scar on their forehead, how could they look good? However, she was afraid of Tang's strict gaze and knew that if she did not take action, the consequences would be even worse. She had no choice but to follow the customs of the world, take the knife, and slip a few times on her forehead, causing a few drops of blood to flow out.

Hua Rong had been watching her from the side. She had been looking at this princess of the Song Kingdom, Cai Jing's daughter-in-law.

By the time the funerals were pushed in front of the fire, there were women soldiers everywhere. Everyone seemed to be accustomed to this scene and did not care about it at all. Only the four people who had been buried with their arms tied up were groaning in numbness.

A large group of female Genuine Soldiers attacked together. They first tied up the two horses' hooves tightly and threw them into the fire. Immediately, they issued an extremely miserable cry, as if they wanted to destroy the huge fire. Soon, however, the fire began to burn more fiercely, and the fat of the horses crackled in the flames, increasing the intensity of the fire.

The four martyrs were crying until their throats were hoarse. They were caught by the female soldiers and thrown into the fire with ease. At this moment, they let out screams even more horrible than horses.

Princess Maude, who had just avoided a crisis, did not dare to watch such an inhumane scene. She was hiding far away in the shadows of the tent, but Ma He's screams could not be heard.

Hua Rong was also standing in the crowd and watching the scene, almost scared out of her wits.

Especially since the Tang and Song dynasties, even if the emperor died, he would not be buried as a concubine. He would only send her concubines, excluding the empress and her children, to the monastery. Even if it were the ancient Green Lantern Buddha, they could still spend their lives here, and not so barbaric as to commit murder and be buried to death.

Jin Wushu held her hand tightly, and after sensing the iciness in her palm, he asked in astonishment: "Hua Rong, are you afraid?"

He asked twice, only then did Hua Rong come to her senses, and quickly broke free from his grasp, retreating two steps.

Jin Wushu disapproved: "Even if you marry me, you are still my official wife. Don't worry, you will definitely not be buried alive."

She said angrily, "Who married your barbarian?"

If it was in the past, when she said this, Jin Wushu would definitely be angered. But now, under the bright light of the flames, he saw her panicked and miserable expression, and her frail body on the verge of collapse. He was familiar with the Southern Dynasties' culture and knew that this custom was different from the Southern Dynasties'. She was afraid that it was normal, so he comforted her and said, "This custom is not good, I suggest that we change it in the future …"

Hua Rong originally thought that he would get angry, but after hearing his words, she found it hard to ridicule him anymore.

Just as Jin Wushu was about to get angry, he saw that Zong Han, Gu Shen and the others also walked over. Gu Shen was smiling mischievously, but his face was gloomy, he took the lead and placed all the cooked food beside the corpse onto the fire, calling it "cooking".

When the smell of "cooking" came out and the people turned to ashes, the funeral was over.

At this time, it was already the morning of the second day. The bright red sun shone down from the east onto the still weak throbbing red light, bringing about an incomparably scorching heat, as if watering the Flos Lonicerae s in the vast prairie with a layer of blood.

Everyone had not slept the entire night, all of them with bloodshot eyes. However, Hua Rong immediately noticed that the surrounding female spirit cultivators, from Zong Han to Jin Wushu, Tang, and so on, all had normal expressions, especially Gu Shen and his other trusted aides. They were all chatting and laughing, without any signs of grief.

As it turned out, this was the true custom of women. After the funeral, everything was the same as before. There was no such thing as the complicated rules of mourning of the Han Chinese.

She suddenly thought of a problem. The true custom was that after a brother died, the other brothers would be able to inherit his wife and concubine. There was no need to ask those widows if they were willing. Who would inherit Zong Wang's hundred odd wives? Jin Wushu was the closest to him, could it be him?

She looked towards Jin Wushu and saw him sitting on a stone outside with his eyes half closed. It was unknown whether he was asleep or deep in thought.

Just as he was about to walk over, she heard a cry of surprise. Gu Shen walked in with big strides and reached out his arms to hug Princess Maude. She immediately understood that Gu Shen was going to inherit Zong Wang's wife.