My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

The Crown Prince and the eldest princess looked at each other, both with surprise in their eyes.

Soon, the battle report was delivered to the prince.

The prince almost snatched it away and scanned it in just a few glances.

Then he ran into the hall.

He rushed to the dragon bed in three or two steps. The emperor was still unconscious.

The prince knelt before the dragon couch with tears in his eyes. "Father, Father, there was a civil war in the Western Rong. The king of the Western Rong and the leaders of the three major tribes were killed in the battle. Did you hear?"

I don’t know whether it was because the prince’s crying was too unbearable, or because the emperor had been worried about something that finally came to fruition, or because the emperor had finally come to his senses.

In short, after a while, the emperor opened his eyes tremblingly and tightly grasped the prince's hand: "Really...really...?"

The prince was surprised and delighted. He wiped his tears with his sleeve and nodded quickly: "It's true. This is the battle report from the northwest."

The emperor's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he became more energetic and his face flushed. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he spoke without even breathing: "Help me up——"

The prince hurriedly helped the emperor sit up and took a pillow for the emperor to lean on.

Only then was the declaration of war placed in the emperor's hands.

The emperor calmly opened the letter of challenge, glanced at it, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Very good, very good!"

"If I can conquer Xirong, I will be able to face my ancestors with dignity even if I go to hell!"

The prince nodded repeatedly in agreement.

The queen, the eldest princess, her trusted ministers and the imperial doctors standing beside her all looked serious.

The eldest princess, in particular, had a look of sorrow in her eyes. Everyone knew that this was probably the emperor's last gasp.

As expected, after the emperor gave a few instructions, the energy and spirit that had just been there slowly faded away.

The emperor himself sensed his own death. He glanced around at his wife, children, and ministers, then smiled carefreely. He turned to the crown prince and several of his ministers and said, "I spent the first half of my life keeping a low profile. After ascending the throne, I can't say I loved my people like my own children, but I worked diligently. I never imagined I would be able to defeat the Western Rong in my later years. But I'm afraid I won't see them surrender to the Dashun."

"After such a life, shouldn't I use Zu as my temple name?"

The ministers and the prince were stunned. They didn't expect that the emperor was still thinking about his posthumous temple name before his death.

But soon, Minister Lan reacted.

He stepped forward and said respectfully, "Of course you deserve it. Your Majesty's achievements in civil and military affairs are comparable to those of Taizu and Gaozu. You also defeated the century-old enemy, the Western Rong, for our Dashun Dynasty and are on the verge of incorporating them into our territory. With such achievements, you deserve to be the Emperor."

Several other ministers at the back quickly reacted and echoed: "Only by doing so can Your Majesty's achievements be displayed and admired by future generations."

The emperor looked at the prince.

How could the prince object? He just nodded with sobs.

The emperor finally felt relieved, his last worry was over, and the breath he had been holding on to slowly dissipated.

Everything that needs to be explained has been explained long ago, and everything that needs to be said has been made clear.

Finally, he closed his eyes slightly, still muttering: "If I die, the war against Xirong must not stop. I am waiting down below, waiting for Xirong to be annexed by my Dashun. Good news—"

Before he could finish his words, the emperor closed his eyes completely, lowered his hands, and died.

The imperial physician stepped forward, felt the emperor's pulse, and knelt down crying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has passed away—"

Suddenly, everyone in the hall knelt down in unison, weeping...

When the emperor passed away, the new emperor ascended the throne in front of his coffin.

Except for the queen, everyone knelt down to pay homage to the new emperor and shouted "Long live the new emperor" three times.

The news of the emperor's death quickly spread from the palace to all directions.

The princes, princesses, nobles, ministers, and common people in the capital all looked sad when they heard the funeral bell.

He took off his clothes and changed into plain clothes.

For a moment, the capital city was covered in white.

During the period of mourning for the deceased emperor, close members of the imperial clan, and distant members of the imperial clan, as well as princes and ministers in the capital, were prohibited from marrying for 27 months, while those in the capital, including princes and ministers, were prohibited from holding any banquets or music for a year. Military and civilians in the capital were required to remove their crowns and tassels, and women to remove their jewelry, wear plain clothing for 27 days, and were not allowed to offer sacrifices. Marriage was also prohibited for a hundred days, and all temples in the city were required to ring their bells 30,000 times.

Memorials from various ministries and agencies were suspended for fifteen days. Memorials and documents within twenty-seven days must be stamped with blue seals, and imperial edicts within one hundred days must also be stamped with blue seals.

The new emperor replaced months with days and observed mourning for 27 days.

For a time, the whole country was in grief.

Ning County.

Changshou Temple.

Master Liaochen looked at the eternal lamp belonging to the emperor in the Longevity Pagoda. In the absence of wind and with plenty of lamp oil, it suddenly and sadly went out.

I couldn't help but bow and chant the Buddha's name.

The Vina behind him narrowed his eyes: "Did the emperor pass away?"

Master Liaochen nodded and said, "If it weren't for Master Fu and the other donors lighting this ever-burning lamp for the emperor and praying for him day and night, I'm afraid the emperor would have died half a year ago..."

Although the rest of the words were not finished, everyone understood.

Vina looked at the eternal lamp that represented the former prince and now the new emperor.

The little light on the wick suddenly shot up and became much brighter.

Liaochen stared at the eternal lamp that represented the new emperor, lost in thought. "As the old and the new take over, the new emperor's future achievements will be extraordinary."

Vina bowed: "Brother, what about us?"

Liaochen personally took down the extinguished lamp representing the late emperor, and placed the eternal lamp representing the new emperor in the place of the late emperor's original lamp.

He slowly began, "Our Changshou Temple has stood for a thousand years because we know the times and know how to make choices. It seems the Dashun Dynasty is at its peak, and I'm afraid it still has a few hundred years of prosperity. What if we bend our backs and lower our heads? Towering mountains may seem indestructible, and flowing water may seem soft and harmless, but look at how many mountains have been silently washed out of their inner caves by flowing water. What if we lie dormant for a hundred years?"

"Empires will eventually fall, but my Buddha lives on forever!"

After saying this, they both chanted the Buddha's name.

Gan Ning.

It was five days later when Lu Zhenzhen learned of the emperor's death.

Now she is the only one with the children in the governor's mansion. Three months ago, Fu Zhiyi disguised himself and went deep into the heart of the Xirong grassland.

Upon receiving this news, Lu Zhenzhen's first reaction was disbelief.

In her impression, although the emperor was a little old, a little senile, a little suspicious, a little moody, and liked to exploit her and her husband, he was actually always quite good to her.

And didn’t I just light a perpetual lamp for him last year and ask for a peace talisman?

Why did he die this year?

Lu Zhenzhen's first reaction was that the Changshou Temple was just seeking fame and reputation. The emperor was alive and well when the eternal lamp was not lit.

How come the emperor died so soon despite the light of the eternal lamp?

Isn't it the reverse effect?