Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 183: You’re Not Convinced, and Neither Am I (6)

Mu Lianrong silently lifted her gaze, fixing it on the critical spot at the back of the Crown Prince, Qin Jinxiu.

This time, just like when her mother and second brother died in an accident years ago, and her eldest brother died mysteriously on the battlefield, would this large vendetta end in oblivion? She had guessed the mastermind behind the scenes, but without evidence, how could she exact revenge?

Mu Lianrong, with eyes lowered, knitted her brows slightly.

Behind the long eyelashes, her eyes reflected a fierce hatred. However, as her gaze shifted, she repressed it.

"The Mu Family will never commit treason!"

Those words once spoken by Mu Xiong, now felt like a shackle, making Mu Lianrong feel suffocated. The Mu Family, with all its loyalty and righteousness, what has it received in return?

The hand holding the reins clenched tightly, but Mu Lianrong still maintained a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth, not allowing any of the killing intent around her to leak out.

"They’re coming! They’re coming!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

Father! Ge’er!

The familial bond embedded in her bones and blood made Mu Lianrong temporarily set aside her hatred and look up towards the city gate ahead. Her inner excitement was revealed through her eyes.

Along the official road outside the city, the gradually appearing procession in people’s sight caught everyone’s attention.

However, as this snake-like procession drew near, a strong commotion erupted within the crowd.

Countless joss papers fluttered in the wind.

Like snowflakes, they instantly covered the ground inside and outside Luodu City.

The returning warriors showed no sign of joyous victory. Instead, a deep, pervasive sorrow enveloped the entire procession.

Even within the ranks, every soldier had a white mourning band tied around their right arm. In the baskets on their backs were numerous black porcelain urns.

This time, only five thousand Mu Family Army soldiers followed Mu Xiong back to the capital from Yi City to report their duties.

Yet, these five thousand men were all like this. Those baskets, those urns, aroused the curiosity of everyone.

What exactly happened?

Why does the triumphant return of the Mu Family Army this time differ so vastly from the past?

The joss papers drifting in the air flew towards Qin Jinhao and Qin Jinxiu.

Some fell in front of them, some landed on them.

Qin Jinhao reached out to grab, clutching a piece of joss paper that fell towards him, frowned, crumpled it into a ball, and discarded it. Meanwhile, Qin Jinxiu swiped his sleeve, brushing away the nuisance of joss paper with a suddenly darkened face.

Behind them, Mu Lianrong slightly tilted her head back, gazing at the countless flying joss papers, feeling the sorrow rise from her heart, with a thin mist quickly welling up in her eyes.

She seemed to sense, see the brutality of this battle from those joss papers intended to buy passage to the underworld.

Those porcelain urns in the bamboo baskets, others didn’t understand, but she recognized with one glance that these were urns used by the Mu Family Army to collect the remains of fallen warriors.

"Father brought them back!" Mu Lianrong’s heart pounded like a drum, and her eyes turned red.

All around, it was quiet.

It seemed everyone was infected by this atmosphere of sorrow.

The five-thousand-strong army entered through the city gate, with only the sound of hooves to be heard.

Mu Xiong, as the head of the army, rode at the front.

His expression was solemn, his weathered tiger eyes carried a complex emotion.

His right arm also bore a white band, no different due to his status. Beside him, on another horse, was Mu Qingge in a flowing red dress.

Around her waist and arm, white cloth was entwined as well.

Her exquisite, flawless features were very serene. Her captivating clear eyes were calm and unruffled, yet concealed an extreme sharpness.