readytorunbook Chapter 859 God’s Will
Chapter 859 God’s Will
The heavy tolling of the bells rang out one after another.
It felt like a heavy blow to everyone's heart.
Among the onlookers, the older ones had already unconsciously reddened their eyes and silently shed tears.
Many of them had experienced war. When the Northern Yan army marched south, they were unstoppable and were about to reach the capital. There were refugees everywhere. It was only when Crown Prince Chongwen went north to negotiate peace that the war was finally quelled and the Great Zhao Dynasty was temporarily brought to a state of peace.
However, this could not quell the ambitions of the Northern Yan. With repeated probing and small-scale invasions to the south, the people on the border suffered greatly, and the southern regions were plagued by disasters in those years. Beset by internal and external troubles, the entire Great Zhao was in turmoil.
It was Rong Che, who was not yet of age at the time, who inherited the will of his father and brother and led the Rong family army to resist the invasion of Northern Yan time and time again. In just a few years, he recovered nearly half of the lost territory in the north and dealt a heavy blow to the arrogance of Northern Yan.
This not only gave the beleaguered Zhao state a chance to breathe, but also boosted the morale of its people, enabling them to work together to overcome the most difficult years.
General Rong deserves much credit for the current peace and stability of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
Unfortunately, this hero, after a defeat and a tragic death, was also accused of treason. The people could not see the so-called evidence; what they could see was General Rong's heroic efforts to turn the tide, saving the crumbling Zhao Dynasty from disaster and freeing its people from the suffering of war.
Those who sit high in the halls of power may forget General Rong's achievements, but the people will never forget them.
Rong Xin's seemingly frail arms now seemed to be infused with boundless strength. Gazing at the drum that was being struck before her, she felt as if she had returned to her days in the military camp, watching the soldiers rush to the battlefield without hesitation, accompanied by the drumbeats. It was also as if she had returned to that snowy night when she stepped through the gates of the Rong State Duke's mansion, seeing the blood and corpses scattered on the ground. The red and white colors were so glaring that she could not see anything clearly. Her worldview, which had been built in a peaceful era, completely collapsed at that moment.
She couldn't change the cruel reality of this feudal dynasty, but if this was the last thing she could do for the people of this world, she was willing to dedicate her life and soul to seeking justice for the unjustly killed heroes.
Throughout history, we must firmly believe that justice will prevail.
No matter how cruel the world may be, there will always be people who will risk their lives for their beliefs.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly, the wooden frame supporting the Dengwen Drum broke abruptly with a snap, losing its balance.
In an instant, Lu Yangyang, who had been staring intently at the Dengwen Drum, moved faster than she thought, rushing to the drum almost like a shadow. She raised her hands and held the drum firmly in place, preventing it from crashing down.
At the same time, another figure appeared like a shadow and pressed down on the drumhead from the other end.
Suddenly, the drum, which was about to fall, was held down by the two men.
Lu Yangyang and Sheng Junyi, who had suddenly appeared, exchanged a glance and stared at each other with wide eyes.
At the same time, Zong Que coldly glanced at the palace gate.
"The petition is being raised, a warning from heaven, there must be a grave injustice, why don't you open the door?"
The tightly closed palace gates were finally pushed open, and the leading official, sweating profusely, bowed deeply.
"By imperial decree, His Majesty, the Second Prince and Consort Rong are summoned to an audience."
After waiting for so long, it's finally here.
Rong Xin bent down, picked up the empty memorial tablet from the ground, and walked towards the palace gate.
Zong Que reached out his hand to Lu Yangyang, who immediately pushed the Dengwen Drum backward with all her might. The drumhead smashed through its supporting frame and fell to the ground. Lu Yangyang quickly walked to Zong Que's side and followed him toward the palace gate.
Zong Que grasped Lu Yangyang's hand and asked her softly, "Is your arm alright?"
Lu Yangyang glanced around furtively like a thief, then lowered her voice, "I'm fine. Why would anyone tamper with the Dengwen Drum?"
Zong Que gently squeezed her fingers, "It's just a desperate struggle to reveal one's true intentions."
Lu Yangyang understood. It was probably from the moment they entered the city gate that someone had been watching them all the way. It was just that Zong Que chose the perfect time. When the city gate opened early in the morning, the city gate was full of people. Moreover, he was not leading soldiers, but a procession carrying a coffin. The procession was full of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. With so many eyes watching, if anything happened, there would be no way to explain it.
Therefore, along this journey, it's not that those hiding in the shadows don't want to move, but that they dare not move.
Knowing why they came, they knew they were there to beat the petition drum. Tampering with the petition drum was a way of knowing they couldn't stop it, and they wanted to use the will of Heaven to stop it one last time. If the falling petition drum happened to kill the person beating it, it would mean that the injustice was false and even Heaven wouldn't recognize it.
No wonder Lu Yangyang didn't see her second brother at first; he was probably worried that someone might try to sabotage her.
Lu Yangyang didn't go with her aunt at first, but hid in the crowd, also to prevent someone from making a sudden move. She didn't expect that someone would actually use such a despicable trick.
Fortunately, Zong Que's words sealed their fate, leaving them no chance to make a move.
Stepping into the Heavenly Palace once more, Rong Xin looked up and met Emperor Zong Lin, who was sitting on the dragon throne, again after many years.