Chapter 73

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.

Because he did not build a mausoleum during his lifetime, the King of Han was finally buried in a hill not too far from Xinzheng City; the environment here was quiet and the feng shui was quite good. Also because of the time, this temporary tomb was extremely simple. Originally, it would have been impossible for the King of Han to be buried so quickly, but Ji Ji Wuye seemed to be afraid of long nights and many dreams; the longer the King of Han’s corpse stayed in the palace, the greater the risk.

After all, the King of Han’s death... was not clean!

Ji Ji Wuye knew very well what the true cause of the King of Han’s death was.

Therefore, he finally persuaded the Crown Prince; the Crown Prince was the heir, and after the King of Han died, according to etiquette, although he needed to mourn for a year before he could officially ascend to the throne, except for lacking a sense of ritual, after the King of Han died, his actual status was no different from the King.

Under the Crown Prince’s request, the King of Han’s funeral proceeded as scheduled.

The Prime Minister Zhang Kaidi originally wanted to say something, such as it being against reason, etc., but in the end, he chose to shut up.

The Crown Prince had always had a good relationship with Ji Ji Wuye; if he refuted the Crown Prince’s proposal, who knew what kind of liquidation the Crown Prince would carry out against him after he officially ascended to the throne?

Zhang Kaidi, in the end, was not as clear-headed as imagined.

Having stayed in the position of Prime Minister for many years, he was ultimately attached to power.

Although according to the current situation, the Crown Prince trusted Ji Ji Wuye very much and followed Ji Ji Wuye’s orders, Zhang Kaidi firmly believed that people would change; when the Crown Prince was still the heir, he would naturally trust Ji Ji Wuye, but when he really sat in that position and became the true King, he would realize the harm Ji Ji Wuye caused to the Han state, and then begin to trust him, the Prime Minister.

On the day of the King of Han’s funeral, Xinzheng City was full of white mourning clothes, and many Young Masters were wearing hemp and filial piety; among them, Princess Princess Honglian even fainted from crying. Regardless of whether the King of Han was muddled and incompetent during his lifetime, at least, to Princess Honglian, he was indeed a good father, especially since he did not marry Princess Honglian off to Ji Ji Wuye like in the original work, and did not let Princess Princess Honglian lose heart in him.

So for his death, Princess Princess Honglian could be said to be extremely sad and heartbroken.

She still could not accept the bad news of her father’s passing.

Xinzheng City was huge; a large city had its bright side, and naturally, it also had its dark side. Not everyone was wearing white mourning clothes for the King of Han’s funeral; many people were hiding in corners, coldly watching the King of Han’s funeral ceremony.

Wei Zhuang and Zinu’s Quicksand organization was like this; they had a general view of the King of Han, even if the other party was Han Fei’s father. On a rooftop, the two of them stood quietly, watching the procession passing through the long street.

Although the mausoleum was chosen rather hastily, the King of Han’s funeral procession was indeed considered grand.

In the front, the palace guards were clearing the way, and behind the guards were the elites of the city defense army; just these soldiers used to escort the King of Han’s coffin were enough to be considered all elites.

Besides this, they were all wearing sharp armor and equipped with fine weapons.

Let alone in Ji Ji Wuye’s expectation, the Regarding Baiyue rebels like Master Tian Ze had already been captured by Bai Bai Yifei.

Even if Master Tian Ze was still alive, under the guard of so many troops, he could not stir up any waves.

At least, the King of Han’s funeral could not have any accidents.

Thinking of Master Tian Ze, Ji Ji Wuye, in the funeral procession, inevitably thought of Bai Bai Yifei again.

I don’t know where Bai Bai Yifei went; at a time like today, he actually played disappearing.

The funeral procession did not have the Baijia Army under his command, which was ultimately not perfect.

"What a big formation~々!"

Withdrawing her gaze from the funeral procession, Zinu sighed sincerely; she turned her head and asked Wei Zhuang: "Do you think he will still act?"

"With such a formation, even if he successfully kills Ji Ji Wuye, it will not be an easy thing to retreat unscathed!"

Wei Zhuang said in a deep voice: "If it were someone else, I wouldn’t be sure; as for him, since he said he would act today, he must have his own certainty."

I don’t know when it started, but Wei Zhuang suddenly had full confidence in Su Xuan.

Perhaps it was because he saw Su Xuan use the Shark Tooth sword to take the lives of hundreds of Baijia Army soldiers in the air, or perhaps it was because the arrogant Bai Bai Yifei was easily killed by Su Xuan.

Since Su Xuan said he would act today to kill Ji Ji Wuye, then, obviously, he had guessed what he would face today.

He could probably also guess Su Xuan’s intention for choosing to act today.

Today is the King of Han’s funeral.

After the King of Han is buried, the Crown Prince will become the new King of the Han state; Ji Ji Wuye, as the person the Crown Prince trusts the most, will have even greater power than before, reaching the true peak.

It can be said that for many Young Masters, today is the saddest time.

But for Ji Ji Wuye, it is the most proud moment.

Su Xuan chose to kill Ji Ji Wuye on the day Ji Ji Wuye was most proud, wanting to knock him down from the clouds into the mud when he was at his peak.

Since the day before yesterday, Su Xuan had been nowhere to be seen.

Where Su Xuan was now, Wei Zhuang did not know, but he was looking forward to Su Xuan’s appearance.

Also watching the King of Han’s funeral was Master Tian Ze and his party.

In the death row that day, Han Fei did not bring him, who was seriously injured, to justice, and then, with the help of the bottle of healing medicine left by Yan Yan Lingji, he and Wushuang Gui, Qu Shi Mo, Bai Du Wang, and others had spent a few days healing their wounds.

The effect of that bottle of medicine was truly extraordinary; at least, it was the best healing medicine Master Tian Ze had ever seen.

After healing for several days, although his injuries had not yet recovered, he finally had a bit more self-preservation power.

During the King of Han’s funeral, he was hiding in a corner of Xinzheng City, coldly watching all this.

Bai Bai Yifei was dead, and the King of Han was also dead.

Logically speaking, two enemies dying one after another, he should be happy, but the fact was, in his heart, there was no joy at all.

In the end, the death of these two people had nothing to do with him, and he naturally could not get pleasure from their deaths.

"｀ 」Hmm, is it him?"

Qu Shi Mo’s voice suddenly rang out, a bit surprised.

Master Tian Ze followed Qu Shi Mo’s voice and also looked in a certain direction.

I saw, on the long street, a figure in green clothes (Zhao Qianhao) walking slowly.

Behind him, he was carrying two long swords, one red and one white.

Those were the swords of the Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Bai Yifei, passed down from his mother; the red sword was named "Blood," and the white sword was named "Snow." After the Blood-Clad Marquis died, his corpse was collected by Su Xuan, and these two swords also fell into Su Xuan’s hands.

Su Xuan carried the twin swords on his back, walking slowly against the many soldiers who were escorting the King of Han.

Many soldiers also saw this figure walking against the flow on the long street.

Soon, many people noticed him.

Ji Ji Wuye, who was riding on a tall horse, had his gaze instantly turn grave; he naturally knew Su Xuan. He did not expect that this wanted criminal, after disappearing for many days, would appear at such a time and in such a place.

And what made him care was the two swords Su Xuan carried on his back.

The style of the sword guard, the color of the hilt, were exactly the same as the two swords in his memory; those were Bai Bai Yifei’s swords.