Chapter 102: The debtor is beheaded, the creditor comes to the door

"I wish he were dead!"

After Jiang Fengyu let out this roar, he didn't speak again, but his tears never stopped. The letters to his family were all stained with his tears.

That night, a meal of Zhang's Roast Duck made him cry even more heavily, eating the delicious food while crying.

The surrounding prisoners couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on the railings, making a big commotion. "Can you manage it? Can you manage it? Is it ever going to end?"

"Jiang Fengyu, you deserve never to be promoted in your life. You are not a man; you should be a woman."

"Womanly, isn't it just being beheaded? You've been crying for a whole day; can you settle down?"

"So men are also made of water."

The prisoners were making a fuss.

The prison guard asked Chen Guanlou if he should give a warning.

Chen Guanlou waved his hand. "Don't worry about him, let him be. He only has a few days left to live; it's not forbidden for people to cry. The Heavenly Prison doesn't have that rule."

After eating Zhang's Roast Duck and writing the impeachment memorial, fulfilling his wishes, Jiang Fengyu finally stopped crying and spent his last days in silence, gradually sliding toward the end of his life.

Just as Yu Zhaoan said, no one could change the old Emperor's decision; immediate execution was immediate execution. No matter how much the court officials made a fuss, the day of immediate execution arrived as scheduled.

Jiang Fengyu was verified and escorted to the execution ground.

Sun Daoning served as the supervising official again, but the difference was that this time his mood was particularly heavy. He personally sent away this group of officials who were innocently implicated, and his mood was so depressed he wanted to kill someone.

He recognized Chen Guanlou in the crowd at a glance, pointed his finger, and called him to his side. "Your prisoner?"

"Is the official referring to Lord Jiang? Lord Jiang has been locked in the Heavenly Prison, and I have been responsible for guarding him."

"Did Lord Jiang say anything before he died?"

Chen Guanlou thought for a while and took out Jiang Fengyu's memorial. "Lord Jiang insisted on impeaching Lord Jiang before he died. I don't know how to handle it. Can the official teach me?"

He held the memorial with both hands, appearing extremely cautious.

Sun Daoning looked at the memorial in his hand, and after a long time, he sighed. He took the memorial and said, "I will transfer Lord Jiang's memorial on his behalf. Here are five taels of silver; arrange for people to collect the bodies of the several lords. Send those with family to their families, and bury those without family properly. If the money is not enough, just go to the Ministry of Justice to find me for silver."

"Enough, enough! The official has a truly good heart!"

"Good?" Sun Daoning shook his head slowly. He didn't have a good heart; he was just feeling sorry for his own kind and empathizing. If it were Jiang Tu's lackey who died today, he would certainly clap his hands and drink three cups.

He looked at Chen Guanlou's ignorant appearance and thought, youth is truly good. Without useless melancholy and sentimentality. He urged, "Handle your duties well."

"I will strictly follow the official's instructions!"

Sun Daoning waved his hand and dismissed Chen Guanlou.

Chen Guanlou greeted the prison guards, invited the corpse carriers, bought coffins, and collected the bodies.

He looked back several times; Sun Daoning stood in place, as if he were foolish. He could clearly feel that a force in Sun Daoning's body was in a state of restlessness; the other party was very angry, but he was also suppressing it to the extreme.

He operated the "Ascension Record" to perfectly conceal himself.

As his practice deepened, his mastery of the "Ascension Record" became more and more proficient. He was even more shocked by its powerful side. In his eyes, power seemed to have become a tangible substance; there were many people, and the surrounding power also appeared very mixed. He even discovered a Fourth-Rank martial artist in the crowd.

In the past, he could only see martial artists below the Third Rank. Above the Third Rank, to him, it seemed out of reach.

As he mastered the second chapter of the "Ascension Record" and refined it to the later stage, not far from perfection, his perception of power became more and more keen. The power of a Fourth-Rank martial artist was like a slowly flowing stream—peaceful, without waves, yet continuous, moistening the body and washing the tendons and veins, as if practicing at any time.

Very strong!

Chen Guanlou judged that with his current strength, he certainly couldn't challenge a Fourth-Rank martial artist. He seemed to be able to see that the slow stream would instantly turn into a monstrous wave, swallowing him.

He took a deep breath.

It was time to challenge a Third-Rank martial artist and weigh his own strength.

He placed Jiang Fengyu's coffin in the righteous villa, and when winter came, professional personnel would send his body back to his ancestral home and bury it in the ancestral grave. Chen Guanlou even paid the fee in advance, just doing a good deed, helping the poor capital official for the last time.

Days returned to the peace of the past. Except for less money and more things to do, nothing had changed.

He sat in the duty room, thinking about where to find a Third-Rank martial artist, both safe and without future troubles. Prison guard Qian Fugui ran in hurriedly.

"Chen Tou, something bad has happened."

"The sky hasn't fallen, what are you panicking about! Sit down, if there is something, say it slowly."

Qian Fugui panted. "Chen Tou, this matter is not much different from the sky falling. The Sitong Bank has come to collect debts."

"How absurd. What debt is the Sitong Bank collecting? Who owes money to the Sitong Bank?"

"No one owes money to the Sitong Bank. However, someone does."

This was said in a muddled way.

However, Chen Guanlou still asked, "Who?" He went through all the names in his mind, but he really couldn't think of who it was.

"Chen Tou, have you forgotten? It's that Lord Jiang Fengyu who was just beheaded! When Prison Warden Wan was still here, he forced Chen Tou to pay money. Later, Chen Tou contacted the Sitong Bank and borrowed a sum of money for Lord Jiang. Now that Lord Jiang is dead, the Sitong Bank learned the news and came to ask us for the debt."

"Fart! The money was borrowed by Jiang Fengyu; why should the Heavenly Prison be asked for the debt? Has the Sitong Bank lived enough, actually daring to run to the Heavenly Prison to run wild? Pack your gear and follow me out to meet this bunch of bold dog thieves."

"Chen Tou, calm down, Chen Tou, calm down."

At this time, Xiao Jin also arrived at the duty room. He hurriedly pressed Chen Guanlou down. "Chen Tou, calm down. I have already talked to the people from the bank and sent them away."

"How did you send them away?" Chen Guanlou was curious.

Xiao Jin was a bit hesitant and felt a bit guilty, finally biting the bullet and saying, "I promised them that we would meet at Guanmei Tower tonight. Regarding this debt, we will sit down and talk about it properly."

"Absurd! What is there to talk about? The person who owed the money is dead, and the Sitong Bank doesn't even let go of the dead."

"But the bank said that when we came forward to guarantee it, they agreed to lend money to Lord Jiang. Now that Lord Jiang is dead, the guarantor should take responsibility." Xiao Jin felt more and more guilty as he spoke, retreating with small steps. He had already felt Chen Guanlou's anger and was afraid that in the next second, the anger would burn onto him.

"Guarantor?" Chen Guanlou picked his ears. "You are talking to me about a guarantor? Asking for money all the way to the Heavenly Prison, who gave the Sitong Bank the courage? Do they really think the Heavenly Prison is a soft persimmon to be pinched? Only the Heavenly Prison asks others for money; no one has ever been able to take a single penny from the Heavenly Prison."

He slapped the table hard, very disappointed! How could the usually slippery Xiao Jin do such a stupid thing? And talking at night, talking to a ghost.

Xiao Jin shrank to the side of the door, looking like he was ready to run away at any time. "Chen Tou, you don't know, the Sitong Bank has several big backers behind it; it is said that the Prince's Mansion has shares. Even the Eastern Palace of the Crown Prince has a share." ===== CHAPTER 103 =====