For Sisi, Lei Ao's death was a good thing.
Because the one who "must" kill him is a Xia person. The Black Miao people will not only not cause trouble for Sisi, but will solemnly invite the Saint of the Spirit Tribe to discuss the anti-Xia event.
The excuse for rebellion that was lost when Xuanwei Envoy Lan Tiankuo was assassinated by Yue Hongling suddenly appeared again.
Lei Zhentang, the leader of the Black Miao tribe, sent out invitations to heroes at night, inviting people from all ethnic groups to gather in Dali.
What I mean is that since the Xia people will kill my son, you can't escape either, so why don't you join forces to rebel against them!
Everyone knows this is just an excuse, but it must be used.
There is already a group of ambitious chieftains who want to take advantage of the current turbulent situation in Daxia to establish an independent country, but what they lack is a broader consensus among the officials.
The opposition from a "small tribe" like the Ling people is a small matter. There are also many large tribes such as the pro-Xia Bai Miao and Yao people who are opposed. They all think that there is no difference between now and self-government. They don't want to establish a country. Rebellion is a waste of time. Don't you know how the envoys exploited the people? Don't you, Lei Zhentang, split the profits 30-70? How dare you say that
Sisi even thought that this was just the Black Miao's ambition to take the opportunity to integrate various ethnic groups. Once they really gathered their forces and formed an alliance to start an army, Shu County would send troops to "suppress" them. It would be easy to cause integration during the war, and the strongest would emerge, wearing a yellow robe, and the Dali Kingdom would emerge.
Lei Zhentang is one of the few figures in Miaojiang who is on the list of troubled times. He is ranked 28th on the Earth List, slightly higher than Wang Daozhong. He has a very high prestige and great influence in Miaojiang. With Shi Wuding's secret assistance, he is fully qualified to do such a thing.
However, Sisi's idea did not gain consensus among the Bai Miao and other ethnic groups. They just felt that there was no benefit in opposing them.
Everyone has their own ideas. The Miao area has been in turmoil for several months, and the Black Miao have been forming alliances among various ethnic groups for a long time.
The atmosphere was already tense. From the look in the eyes of the people when Zhao Changhe entered Xizhou, it could be seen that the Miao people were already dissatisfied with the Xia people. The Black Miao only needed to reach a consensus with the last few tribes. When the time came, they would raise their arms and sacrifice the envoys, and then they would naturally rebel. The small tribes like the Spirit Tribe could only follow helplessly.
At this time, Yue Hongling fled to Miaojiang and met Sisi by chance. Sisi learned that Yue Hongling was being hunted by Shi Wuding and took her in quietly. The unfriendly atmosphere that had been caused by her pretending to be Yue Hongling disappeared. Instead, it was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and they called each other sisters affectionately.
After staying for a while, Yue Hongling learned about the current situation here. One was angry about the Xuanwei envoys bullying the people, and the other did not want to be coerced into rebellion. The two sisters hit it off. Sisi pretended to be Yue Hongling to attract Shi Wuding's attention, while Yue Hongling lurked in Dali to assassinate Lan Tiankuo. On the day of the action, Zhao Changhe stepped into the storm.
With Lan Tiankuo's death, the reason for the Hei Miao to rebel suddenly disappeared, but their arrows were on the bowstring and there was no way they would stop.
The assassination of Lei Ao became the best reason, even better than the reason for opposing the envoy.
Lei Ao was the young master of a tribe, and his assassination was a serious political incident. The Bai Miao and other tribes would also think that Lei Ao had no bad deeds in normal times. Since the Xia people would kill Lei Ao, would they also kill themselves
Of course, everyone is not stupid. Who killed Lei Ao? What if Lei Zhentang killed his own son for his ambition? This needs to be investigated first.
The next day, more than a dozen ethnic group leaders who were begging for food around Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake gathered in Dali at the invitation of Black Miao chief Lei Zhentang.
As the leader of the spirit tribe, Sisi was naturally invited. She brought a small team to the meeting, with two guardians on her left and right, one male and one female, who were unfamiliar faces that no one had seen before.
Naturally, they were Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling, whose injuries had basically recovered.
Zhao Changhe was still dressed as Si Laoye, while Yue Hongling wore a blue elf costume, which she deliberately chose to cover her waist. However, her straight shoulders and waist made her look unexpectedly charming, so Zhao Changhe maliciously smeared her face to make it look ugly, just to prevent others from staring at her.
When I stepped into the hall, the atmosphere was very solemn.
Thousands of people were crowded in the hall. Lei Zhentang sat in the main seat. In front of him was a stretcher covered with white cloth, on which lay Lei Ao's body.
Many people gathered around Lei Ao's corpse to examine it, but finally shook their heads and stepped back, returning to their own family groups.
Sisi took the opportunity to ask a familiar clan leader: "Sister Pan, what's the situation?"
Pan, the head of the twelve surnames of the Yao nationality, is Pan Wan, the chief of the Yao nationality. This is a charming woman, who is nearly 40 years old... It seems that Sisi treats everyone she meets as her sister.
At this time, Pan Wan looked solemn and whispered, "It is indeed dead. I have personally examined it and found no signs of forgery by witchcraft or other strange arts. It is a real corpse."
Sisi was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "He really killed his own son..."
Pan Wan asked, "Did Lei Ao just leave your village?"
"Yeah, I didn't kill him."
"It's not that you killed him, and Chief Lei didn't mean that." Pan Wan glanced at her and said, "But this means that thousands of Black Miao people witnessed the assassination by the Xia people." Sisi said disdainfully, "They are all their people. Whoever they say assassinated him is the one. Can this be used as evidence?"
"But the assassin was caught on the spot. He is indeed a Xia person and an official in Shu County. His name is Qi Siyuan." Pan Wan pursed her lips and said, "Look, over there."
Zhao Changhe and his family turned around and saw a group of Black Miao people escorting a Xia man in black to kneel in the corner, with his head lowered in a dejected manner.
Qi Siyuan is a swordsman from Shu County and is somewhat famous. From this point of view, it seems that it is a foregone conclusion that Shu County sent someone to assassinate Lei Ao.
Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief, as if Li Si'an was not in trouble. At the moment, it seemed that the incident had nothing to do with Li Si'an, and Zhao Changhe's biggest worry was put aside, and he said, "Who can be fooled by such a fake excuse? Why did Shujun want to kill Lei Ao for no reason? Even if they wanted to kill him, why did they kill him in front of thousands of soldiers? Where did such a stupid assassin come from?"
Sisi looked at the stretcher with a deep look in her eyes, "It's not important. What's important is that it's true. Not everyone here is educated. Most of them are hot-headed and reckless."
Zhao Changhe was stunned. That's right. He always thought that everyone had different ideas. In fact, most of the villagers were mountain hunters or herdsmen. They really wouldn't think too much about the details behind the case. What happened happened, and Lei Zhentang's goal was achieved.
He thought about it and went closer to the stretcher to look at the body.
At this time, the noise in the hall had gradually subsided. Most people had seen the corpse they wanted to see. Qi Siyuan, who was caught on the spot, was placed there. The facts were clear and there was nothing more to know. Lei Zhentang quietly looked at the heads of the various families who had returned to their seats in the hall and said lightly: "Have you seen it clearly now?"
Pan Wan said, "Why not let the murderer explain why he did this?"
Over there, a Black Miao grabbed Qi Siyuan's hair. Qi Siyuan looked up, his expression still very arrogant: "Zhai Taishou hated the poor quality of the jadeite supplied by Lei Ao, and sent people to reprimand him several times, but Lei Ao still did not change his ways. This made Zhai Taishou feel that his authority was challenged, so he sent me to teach him a lesson, and it must be in public! The great Xia is so powerful, how can you barbarians of different races challenge him?"
The hall was instantly in an uproar: "Fuck, this is too much!"
"Let's rebel against him. What's so great about Zhai Muzhi?"
"Don't they know why the quality of the jade is so poor?"
Even Pan Wan shook her head, and she quite believed what he said in her heart. This might really be something the Xia bureaucrats would do.
Lei Zhentang looked at the angry crowd, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said in great sorrow: "Everyone, ever since the last king was murdered by Xia Longyuan, the Dali Kingdom was destroyed, and the ethnic groups were torn apart, the Xia people have oppressed us for decades. I don't need to tell you what kind of life you have lived in these years. Lan Tiankuo has only been in office for a month, and how many women has he asked for from you? He didn't even let his wife and daughter go!"
"Now it's my son's turn!"
"One day it will be your son's turn!"
"I, Lei Zhentang, don't want to live this kind of life as a slave. Do you still want to continue living like this?"
The voice was loud and inspiring. The people in the hall were responding enthusiastically. Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out: "This dead man is not your son at all. What are you shouting about?"
Lei Zhentang's voice got stuck in his throat, and he flew into a rage: "Who are you?"
Immediately, someone came up and whispered to Lei Zhentang about Si Laoye, the guardian of the spirit race who had shined in front of the mountain village last night.
Lei Zhentang sneered and said, "So you are the guardian of the spirit race. Your Excellency is very skilled in swordsmanship. I heard that you are close to the Middle Earth?"
"Does it matter who I am?" Zhao Changhe didn't respond at all: "Isn't it your son who is more important?"
Lei Zhentang slapped the armrest of his chair and stood up angrily: "How could I not recognize my own son?"
"That's strange." Zhao Changhe pinched the dead man's cheeks and pried open his mouth: "As far as I know, your son lost a tooth, but the dead man's teeth are intact... Oh, a little decayed. This kind of tooth repair technique is not bad, can Chief Lei teach everyone?"
The hall suddenly fell silent.
The deceased had a sword in his throat, and no one at the autopsy was bothered to pry open his mouth.
But how could this person think of this... What's even more strange is that he was certain it was a fake before he even pried it open!
(End of this chapter)