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The night had not yet ended, and the Mansion of Marquis Zhongqin, which was surrounded by a large number of imperial guards, was completely dark, with only two lanterns hanging at the main gate still emitting dim candlelight.

Xun Lan, dressed in plain white, knocked on the door at Xia Ling's signal.

"Knock knock knock."

The eunuch rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the corner door. He was so frightened when he saw the white lanterns held high in front of the main gate and the coffin lid carried by four guards that he fell to the ground.

The scene before him looked very much like the ghost messenger from the underworld coming with his ghost soldiers to claim his life.

"Go and call Marquis Zhongqin to get up. We are here to escort Prince Han home today."

Xun Lan squatted down and helped the eunuch up. His clear and gentle words, filled with grief, brought the eunuch back to the world.

All the drowsiness and fear of ghosts and gods disappeared at this moment, but the eunuch did not believe what Xunlan said.

The Eastern Japanese have been defeated, who can do anything to his young master?

But the ones who sent Han Zhou home were Xia Ling and Xun Lan, who were ordered to summon Han Zhou back to the capital.

Forcefully suppressing the possibility in his heart that he didn't want to face, the eunuch knelt down and slid down several stone steps toward the coffin lid that was still being carried.

The candlelight was dim, and the eunuch was not qualified to lift the lid of Han Zhou's cloak, but he recognized the owner of the silver spear by the red tassel tied to the silver spear.

The crooked but extremely practical red tassel was woven by Han Zhou, Fu Xi and their group of servants.

Tears burst out of his eyes and his grief-stricken wails directly broke the tranquility of the Zhongqin Marquis Mansion.

Before he could even crawl into the main courtyard where Marquis Han was, he saw Marquis Han, who always kept himself clean and tidy no matter what the situation was, limping towards the main gate in his pajamas with his hair untied and shoes untied.

The moment the servants saw Marquis Han, they seemed to have found their backbone.

There was no need to ask or explain, as everyone knew what had caused the servants in the Marquis Zhongqin's mansion to be in such a state of panic.

Standing barefoot at the gate of the mansion, Han Hou blocked all the words of everyone around him who wanted to explain the reason.

The face hidden by the cloak was revealed by Han Hou himself.

As his knees staggered, Marquis Han accidentally fell to the ground. No matter how the servants behind him supported him, they could not raise the cry of an old man sending off a young man.

Han Hou's hand trembled as he stroked Han Zhou's face. Han Hou seemed to be in a void and could not feel any pain.

But the black hair, which was originally mixed with only a few white hairs, turned completely gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the cheeks that were covered with traces of age, the crystal tears began to turn bright red.

Grief is silent, tears are traceless.

The silver spear placed beside Han Zhou was taken out, and the bright red color on it that had never been wiped off made all five senses return to their original state.

At this moment, the pain had a sound and a taste.

The silver spear moved repeatedly in his palm, and Han Hou, who had not shown his strength for more than ten years, knocked down all the guards following Xia Ling.

The silver spear finally pointed directly at Xia Ling's throat: "Lord Ling, please don't tell me that my son Zhou died on the battlefield!"

The silver spear stained with blood and the murderous aura of Marquis Han, who had experienced the pain of losing his son, made Xia Ling feel that he was only one step away from death.

If he said anything wrong, he would die under this silver spear: "Father has ordered the princess to go on an expedition to the East Japan. For the princess, Marquis Han should also cheer up."

The silver spear approached again, and Xia Ling's neck was cut by the spear blade, and blood began to ooze out.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Xia Ling clenched his hands tightly and closed his eyes tightly: "I... when I brought Prince Han back to the capital today, Prince Han was safe and sound. The people in the city can all bear witness to this."

He fiercely kicked Xia Ling in the chest, and pointed the spear in his hand directly into Xia Ling's eyes: "My son, why did you die?"

"It was Shen Jinmo who killed him. It was Shen Jinmo who killed him in front of all the court officials during the arena competition."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Xun Lan, Xie Nanxing, or anyone else. This matter has nothing to do with me."

The three characters "Shen Jinmo" were like a silver needle as thick as a finger that pierced Han Hou's heart from the top of his head. The needle was never pulled out, and there was no trace of blood, but the pain was so numbing that it made people numb.

The silver spear fell to the ground, and Xia Ling rolled and crawled to escape from Han Hou's restraints.

The next moment, a laugh that could drown out the entire Marquis Zhongqin’s mansion came from Marquis Zhongqin’s throat.

Killed by Shen Jinmo?

Killed by Shen Jinmo!

It was him who sent his son to Shen Jinmo!

It was his mistrust and stubbornness that brought his son to this state.

He killed his own son with his own hands. What will he do in the future? Will he go to see his deceased wife?

The sounds of rolling in pain and the cries from the Zhongqin Marquis's mansion mixed together and startled the neighbors, but no one dared to walk out of the mansion to find out what was going on.

So many hours have passed since Han Zhou died in the hunting ground, and the mansion of Marquis Zhongqin has been sealed off for unknown reasons, but they all know why Han Zhou died.

No matter how much grief and regret one feels, how can it outweigh the responsibility one should shoulder for the clan?

The silver spear was raised again, this time pointing at Xun Lan: "Tell me, who killed Zhou Er?"

Xun Lan grasped the spear of Marquis Han with one hand and took a step upwards towards the silver spear: "If I fail to bring the prince back alive, Marquis Han will dispose of my life."

There was no explanation, and Han Hou could not be told the conclusion reached by Doctor Shu.

Xun Lan, who was supposed to protect Han Shu under Xia Ling in the future, if he betrayed his master at this moment and lost his master's heart, how would he have a place in the East Palace in the future?

The back of his hand was burned by the burning eyes of someone unknown, and Xun Lan said loudly to Marquis Han: "My Lord, the dead are the most important. The emperor has issued an imperial decree to keep the body of Prince Han for two days and then bury him in Luoshui."

"This is also what Prince Han told Xie Nanxing personally before he died."

He closed his eyes tightly, his teeth creaked, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

With the help of Fuxi and Xunlan, Han Hou stood up straight with his back straight.

"Come here, open the gates of the mansion, lay out the funeral rites, open the coffin, and welcome the most heroic son of our Han family back to the ancestral temple."

The majestic voice echoed in the marquis' mansion. No matter how sorrowful the servants of the general family looked, and no matter how chaotic the scene was, they all stood proudly after Marquis Han's words.

The imperial guards who had originally sealed off the Marquis Zhongqin's mansion all retreated after receiving the secret order.

Those who admire Han Zhou would secretly bow deeply towards the coffin in a corner where no one could see.

On this dark night, countless high-ranking officials in the capital, who were unable to leave their homes, lit incense and candles and placed offerings behind closed doors.

The garrisons far away in the eastern border and the frontier received a secret letter written by Han Zhou himself, which was sent by Xia Che himself that night.

With all kinds of doubts and disbelief, the scouts entrusted by the entire military camp came to the capital of God overnight, trying to bring the truth of this city of power back to the border thousands of miles away.