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The Sang Family had guarded this place for many years, and it was worth it.
As Sang Jue was about to open the large door, he was stopped by the villagers who came to pay their respects. "This is the residence of the Great Jing War God; you can't just come and go as you please. If you wish to worship, you should do so at the entrance. I see you haven't brought any offerings. Did you forget? Should I spare some for you?"
"Old man," Sang Jue replied politely, "we're not here to intrude. Today, we are coming home."
"Home?" The elder looked at Sang Jue and then at the sturdy young men behind him, murmuring, "Home? Are you from the Sang Family? No, it will still take some time, right? I even went to the Yamen to ask; they said it would take another month or two."
Sang Jue continued to be courteous. "My niece is quite capable; she sent us talismans, so our journey has been much quicker."
"Oh, so it's Miss Sang! Everyone was discussing going to the city gate to wait for your return."
"There aren't many of us, so there's no need to trouble everyone."
Upon hearing that there weren't many people, the elder's tears flowed freely. "I'm sorry; we were foolish and swayed by others a few times, losing our conscience. If we had stood firmly in front of you back then, perhaps the Dog Emperor wouldn't have been able to harm you."
"The Sang Family has protected us for generations, yet when you needed help the most, we betrayed you. I'm so sorry; we were wrong."
"Do you hold a grudge?"
Sang Jue had indeed felt resentment before, but that thought quickly faded. He had more pressing matters to attend to than worrying about the feelings of the common folk.
He supported the weeping elder and comforted him. "It has nothing to do with you. The power struggles come and go. The Sang Family has suffered losses through this ordeal but has also learned a lesson."
"Do not be sad, old man. When our elders were alive, they loved to tour the city. Seeing smiling faces brought them joy for a day; seeing sorrowful faces would sadden them for days after returning home."
"Even if they have gone to the Underworld, they still think of you. If they hear your cries, how can they rest in peace?"
"The injustice faced by the Sang Family has been avenged; this is a joyous occasion. You should be happy for us, shouldn't you?"
The elder remained ashamed but replied, "But I still feel terrible."
"I know you've held back many words. Why don't you continue burning your paper offerings and tell the deceased members of the Sang Family about this? Also, please inform them about our efforts to clear their names."
Sang Jue casually assigned a task and sent the elder away. However, more and more people gathered around them. The three of them exchanged bows before turning back to open the large mechanism door.
The two young men were visiting for the first time and frowned at the dilapidated surroundings. "Uncle, this place is uninhabitable. It's getting dark; why don't we find a place to stay for the night and come back tomorrow?"
"It really is quite run-down," Sang Jue said as he bent down to start tidying up.
Sang Yizhu was puzzled. "Uncle, isn't it too urgent?"
Did you not notice how more and more people were gathering outside? Indeed, if they all helped out, they could also relieve their guilt in the process.
As soon as Sang Jue's words fell, someone indeed stepped in to help. With the first person, there came a second, and soon more and more entered, while the three watched as Prince Jing's Residence quickly became lively.
"Uncle, you're impressive! Just by picking up some trash, you've attracted so many people. Truly meticulous!"
"Meticulous?" Sang Jue scoffed. "Have I not overlooked things before? The Sang Family is nearly wiped out, and I couldn't save everyone. What kind of meticulousness is that? It sounds ironic."
The news of the Sang Family's return spread rapidly throughout the city. The helpers included not only commoners but also family members of court officials. Lady Lian even brought her entire clan. Upon seeing Sang Jue, she said nothing and got straight to work. Despite her old age, her strength was no less than that of a young person.
Seeing the situation escalating, Sang Jue felt it was time to put a stop to it and tried to persuade them a few times, but to no avail.
From their stubbornness, Sang Jue realized that as long as the Sang Family's takeover did not create too much of a stir, they would have the support of the people.
When Sang Qingxiao arrived, she saw a bustling scene and frowned as she observed Sang Jue from afar for a while, figuring out most of his thoughts.
Rolling her eyes, she thought: They just entered the city and already started fighting for power? Is it really necessary? The royal family is so weak.
Sang Jue gave Sang Qingxiao a helpless expression: Everyone was too enthusiastic; he couldn't handle it nor could he dissuade them.
"Hmph."
Sang Qingxiao cast a spell, and tables and chairs appeared in the cleared area of Prince Jing's Residence. She then placed food on the tables. After working for so long, everyone must be hungry. It was getting late; they should eat first.
With her shout, everyone paused their actions. Sang Jue seized the moment to speak again, and soon enough, the tables were filled with people.
Prince Jing's Residence was spacious enough, and Sang Qingxiao had prepared plenty—not seeking an extravagant feast but ensuring there was enough food and drink for everyone.
Sang Qingxiao claimed she had already eaten to avoid mingling with the crowd in the manor. Seemingly casually moving things around, she was actually setting up an array. It took quite some time due to the large space; once the array was set up, she began drawing symbols.
Her speed was impressive; simple cleaning symbols combined with the array allowed Prince Jing's Residence to begin self-cleaning at a visible pace.
As everyone ate, they watched this extraordinary sight without wanting to blink for a long time.
The sentiments of all were acknowledged by the Sang Family; however, many abandoned mechanisms remained from when Prince Jing's Residence had been laid out. Had they forgotten about the foreign invaders who had once intruded into Prince Jing's Residence? Many had died back then.
After years of dust accumulation and various rumors attracting thieves' attention, the layout inside had been damaged; even members of our own Sang Family could not discern the locations of those mechanisms.
To prevent any accidental injuries during cleanup later on, we will handle it ourselves at Prince Jing's Residence. It's getting late; you all should head home and rest.
Sang Jue also joined in persuading them until they finally dispersed.
Sang Qingxiao asked him if they would still stay at Prince Jing's Residence.
Sang Jue shook his head. They wouldn't stay anymore. Today’s impromptu performance not only deepened their impression of the Sang Family but was also a way to vent his frustration towards Xuande Emperor.
Right across from them, brightly lit, the Xuan De Emperor should be able to see it, right?
Congratulations, you have reached your goal.
Shi Yun sent someone to inform her that the Xuan De Emperor had received the news and stubbornly insisted on seeing it for himself. He had just ascended the city tower not long ago when he was directly overwhelmed with anger and has yet to regain consciousness.
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