This villain has become a ghost

The cicadas outside the window are so noisy that they make people feel uneasy.

Ye Zhaoxi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Ling Chaomian, Nangong Qianshang, Song Zhiyi, Shen Yue, Su Hui, Su Shaoran, Song Haotian."

"These seven people... If the original plan had been followed, Ling Chaomian, Su Hui, and Su Shaoran would all have died that night."

"As long as these three people die on that day, my next plan will proceed smoothly. After that... those four people will also die one after another according to my plan, and Dongdu will be completely under my control."

But she never expected... that the change in all this would be Ling Chaomian, the imperial teacher who was always laughing and joking, not doing his job, and had a noble status but nothing else.

This man, and his death, turned the tide.

And now, the identity of "Empress Dowager" and what she did... are clearly laid out in the open.

Her perfect plan... was ruined.

Now... there is no time left for her.

Luo Tong noticed her mood change, his expression gradually became serious, and asked:

"……how do you want to do it?"

Ye Zhaoxi cut off the branches, and they fell to the ground with a "plop", and blood-red petals fell all over the ground.

Given Nangong Qianshang's loyal and righteous character, even if the Imperial Master was not a member of the royal family, his burial would certainly be grand.

She was ready for it.

"Break Hengshan, bury the Imperial Master, and start."

-

The days of keeping the body, announcing the death, keeping vigil, paying condolences and burying the body have long passed, but the eternal lamp in front of the mourning hall is still burning day and night.

Song Zhiyi lit the candlesticks, illuminating the offerings on the altar, which looked a little desolate.

Song Haotian on the side sighed.

Ling Chaomian was an orphan, without parents or relatives. He died at the age of twenty, with no descendants to attend his funeral.

The current situation in Dongdu is extremely complicated. Perhaps it is because the court officials are too timid. Even if the regent comes in person, except for Shen Yue, the father and son of the Su family, Song Haotian and Song Zhiyi, all the others who come to pay their respects will excuse themselves by claiming illness.

In the end...it's still deserted.

Tomorrow is the day when the imperial teacher will be buried.

Song Haotian threw paper money into the brazier:

"...If we allow that thief to succeed and the Eastern Capital falls, our Song family has always been loyal to the emperor and patriotic. I, your father, will be ashamed of our ancestors..."

The border war and His Majesty's personal expedition have taken away most of the Song family's troops, and now there are not many elite troops left.

Han Wei, Min Caizhe, Liu Zeyin, and Yin Yun, these four people have been mingling in the military camp and have been planning and strategizing for many years. They should have raised quite a few private soldiers behind the scenes, and they all fell into Ye Zhaoxi's hands.

Song Zhiyi said:

"How can you show your weakness before the battle?"

Song Haotian clapped his hands:

"If I were to fight on the battlefield, I would naturally be fearless and even invincible..."

"But when it comes to cunning, I still can't outsmart you young people..."

Song Zhiyi said:

"...Then leave it to my daughter."

"My daughter has grown up now and will not let her father down."

Song Haotian sighed:

"When have you ever disappointed your father..."

-

Kyungsan.

The night was deeper.

A large number of torches gathered into a bright light, which was inexplicably a bit stuffy.

The shadow demons all knelt in front of Nangong Qianshang.

Large muskets and gunpowder were placed on the ground, making a heavy but clear muffled sound.

The wild mountain wind made the flames flicker. Nangong Qianshang looked at the shadow demon in front of him and said calmly, "...We will take action tomorrow."

The Shadow Demons responded in unison:

"I will obey the orders of the Regent!"

-

Duanheng Mountain winds and undulates like a giant dragon lying on the earth. Peaks and ridges overlap, layers of mountains and ridges stretch out in layers. Deep mountain streams and gurgling streams flow through the mountains.

The shade of the mountain is so thick that it blocks out the sun.

On the day of the funeral, the funeral procession is arranged in a certain order, with soul-guiding banners, spirit tablets, a band, etc. leading the way, and the coffin carried by many people following behind.

The Imperial Master has always stayed away from the court and lived in peace with the world.

However, this time, King Xuan, who was serving as regent, and the Queen Mother, who had been staying indoors, personally attended the funeral, thus... strangely gathering all the civil and military officials.

The white team looks like a long dragon, but from a distance... they look like ants.

Shen Yue walked in front and Song Haotian followed at the end.

Nangong Qianshang, Ye Zhaoxi and the ministers were caught in the middle.

It was summer, but the cold sweat on the backs of civil and military officials never stopped.

... Though the burial was supposed to be taking place, the remaining Song army in the Eastern Capital was mobilized in full force. If the rumors were true, the regent and the empress dowager should have already broken off relations.

Whether we can walk out of Duanheng Mountain alive today is still an unknown.

White paper money fluttered everywhere with the mountain breeze, as if it was a natural burial ground.

Shen Yue had a sword hanging from his waist, and his white sleeves fluttered with the paper money scattered in his hands.

One of them hit Su Shaoran's face accurately.

Su Shaoran: “…”

Su Shaomian took off the paper money expressionlessly and let it slip through his fingertips.

Shen Yue didn't see it and continued walking on his own.

Ye Zhaoxi was dressed in plain white clothes, with a thin figure, but his temperament was elegant and noble, and his childish face was full of calmness and indifference.

She glanced around calmly.

...It seems that someone is missing.

Song Zhiyi is missing.

No, not just her.

The newly appointed officials headed by Tan Tinghe were also missing.

It seems... these people have not been idle during this period.

After arriving at the cemetery, the Feng Shui master determined the location and direction of the grave pit, and Nangong Qianshang ordered people to carry the coffin into the tomb.

After an unknown amount of time, those people finally came out and the heavy stone door slowly closed.

...This journey seemed too peaceful.

Nangong Qianshang's expression did not change at all. His peach blossom eyes glanced at Ye Zhaoxi who was standing quietly beside him. Their gazes met in the air for a moment, and then they looked away again.

Shen Yue's voice as he read the eulogy echoed clear and melodious in the valley:

"Alas... the nation has lost a pillar of strength! I have just heard that the Grand Master of State has passed away. The stars have fallen, the mountains and rivers have changed color, and the whole nation mourns with a heartbroken pain. With this message, I express my sorrow and mourn the memory of this heroic spirit. Grand Master of State, a man of immense talent and profound learning, a man of high moral character and high prestige, a man of benevolence and skill. He assisted the nation in governing, formulated policies, and achieved unparalleled achievements. He nurtured talents, imparted knowledge, and benefited future generations. In the past, he orchestrated strategies from within his tent, winning victories thousands of miles away. Because of his skill, the nation prospered, and the people lived in peace.

Alas! The nation has lost a virtuous minister, the people have lost their mentor. Heaven and earth mourn together, and the trees and grasses shed tears. We, the students, have lost our mentor, like a night without a lamp, left dim and without light. How painful! Though this man is gone, his voice and image live on, and his legacy lives on, calling for endless remembrance.

May the spirit of the Grand Master rest in peace and return to the Nine Heavens. Although we are deeply saddened, we must turn our grief into strength, carry on the Grand Master's legacy, promote his teachings, repay our country, and comfort his spirit in heaven. Alas, may you rest in peace!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhaoxi's lips curled up slightly.