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In the sleeping hall filled with calming incense, the light in those always sharp pupils dimmed bit by bit, until it finally extinguished.

For the duration of an entire stick of incense, only low sobbing could be heard within the sleeping hall.

During this time, Yuan Jia, who was at the door, came in once, his face also full of tears, tucking in the emperor for the last time. This minister had never thought that after following his master for so many years, he would end up seeing his master pass before him.

Outside the imperial palace, the crown prince, who had rushed back from the front line earlier, issued the command to open the city gate and purge the rebels as soon as he picked up the tiger talisman of the garrison soldiers.

Thus, Mu Yuanlong, with the Xuan Cavalry, and Duan Junhao, who had been impatient for a long time, went together to the left city area to fight with the Sixth Prince. The remaining Tianji Army intercepted the reinforcements of Zong Yongliu halfway.

The moment the tiger talisman was taken out, there was not much suspense left in this rebellion.

Rebellion was always a matter of a moment’s difference, a short distance away, and yet poles apart. If one didn’t have the determination to die, or the courage to stake everything, one might as well give up.

The news reached the Sixth Prince’s Mansion halfway. Emperor Yuan’s secrecy work was done very well. After he fell into a coma, the imperial palace continued to operate in an orderly manner according to his previous orders, without leaking a single word. It was only when he didn’t hold court for several days, which was inconsistent with Emperor Yuan’s usual workaholic image, that something was noticed.

In the fierce battle, the bell of the Great Witch Temple suddenly rang.

Only when the emperor died, would the witch temple ring the bell together, continuously for seven days and seven nights, ringing tens of thousands of times, pointing the way to the heavenly witch land for the supreme soul.

In an instant, the soldiers’ fighting became even more fierce. Duan Junhao’s eyes were even more bloodshot.

Not to mention them, even the general who stayed behind at the Fifth Prince’s Mansion was silent for a long time, sighing heavily.

Who could have thought that the emperor, with his great talent and extraordinary aura, would also have this day.

Until the bell of the witch temple rang, many thought that Emperor Yuan was just suffering from a sudden illness, and did not associate him with life and death.

Only after the bell rang, the entire Imperial City fell into silence.

Obviously he had just passed the age of fifty not long ago. Among the generally long-lived people of the Great Yuan, he was extremely young, and his grand plan for hegemony had just set sail. Even the late emperor did not pass away until he was in his sixties.

Although Emperor Yuan had a notorious reputation as a tyrant in other countries, to the people of the Great Yuan, he was a good emperor who earnestly sought their welfare.

Many nobles were suppressed during the reform, and they had complaints against him, harboring resentment, but they were also fearful.

But no one could deny the greatness of Emperor Yuan.

After an unknown amount of time had passed.

Earlier, when Zong Luo was still outside the city, the sky was gray and gloomy, with thunderclouds pressing down on the city, making it hard to breathe, and extremely uncomfortable.

But now, the sky was showing signs of clearing.

A sun tore through the heavy clouds, spreading its light across the earth, shimmering.

This was the only time the Imperial City had cleared up these days.

Although the city was under martial law, the people couldn’t help but open the windows in their homes.

“The sky is clear. His Highness has returned, and the Wei Country has been captured. We will be able to go out soon.”

The worry of how many days had finally come to an end.

The long-lasting bell sound echoed in the Imperial City, with both joy and sorrow.

After a long, long time, the door of the sleeping hall finally opened.

The palace people, with red eyes and noses, holding a pot of incense burner, filed in to take care of the emperor’s funeral arrangement. If nothing unexpected happens, after cleaning the dragon and putting it into the coffin, after the mourning period, it would be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

When Emperor Yuan was alive, he thought that he had lost his beloved son again, and he didn’t do much to build his own imperial mausoleum. Instead, he made the imperial mausoleum of the Filial Piety Crown Prince look gorgeous and built it according to the emperor’s specifications.

Now that they were rushing to build his own imperial mausoleum, naturally there was not much time. So Zong Luo took the initiative and gave up the tomb that was originally built for him. As for his tomb in the future, it would probably be built together with Yu Beizhou. There was still so much time, let’s talk about it later.