Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

When Fusu's grief-stricken cry was heard, the maids in the room knelt down.

Qingque shook her body and tears welled up in her eyes. She then raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, stood up, and hurriedly took out a box from the Marquis' study.

"Congratulations to the Crown Prince on the birth of his son. This is the gift that the Marquis prepared early this morning."

Holding the box above his head with both hands, he said, "The Marquis said that this was specially made for him by his parents when he was born. When the prince is born, he will ask Qingque to give this gift to the young master as a greeting."

Upon hearing this, Fusu slowly released his hands that were holding his teacher's sleeves, casually wiped the tears from his face, stood up and took the box with both hands.

He bowed slowly to Zhang Yuanqing, "Fusu, thank you, teacher."

Seeing the prince take it, Qingque left again, this time, bringing back another box from the study.

"Your Majesty, the things in here were written by the Marquis during his lifetime. Later, his health deteriorated, and he spent his days in the study writing these things besides resting."

"The Marquis said that when the weather clears up, he will have me take this box to the palace with Gao Yi and give it to His Majesty."

Ying Zheng raised his hand, took the box, and put it aside.

"Your Majesty, may I not clean the Marquis's face first?"

Ying Zheng looked at the blood on the corner of Zhang Yuanqing's mouth, and a sour feeling rolled in his throat. "Accurate."

After saying that, Ying Zheng walked forward and gently picked up Zhang Yuanqing. The lighter weight than before made Ying Zheng frown.

He walked a few steps into the dormitory and carefully placed Zhang Yuanqing on the bed.

Qingque brought a maid to bring warm water, wrung out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the stains off the Marquis's face, and finally wiped his hands carefully.

Kneeling beside the bed, looking at Zhang Yuanqing with his eyes closed, Qingque did not hide the infatuation in his eyes.

"My Lord, you are used to Qingque serving you. If Qingque is not by your side, how can Qingque feel at ease?"

After saying that, Qingque pulled out the dagger from his sleeve and without waiting for anyone to react, he slit the throat without hesitation.

Little red plum blossoms fell on her clothes, landed on the ground, and took away the woman named Qingque.

My Lord, when Qingque was bestowed upon you by His Majesty, it has already been yours. Now I shall follow you. I hope that you will wait for Qingque on the road ahead.

Qingque's body slid to the edge of the bed. He took one last look at the person on the bed and closed his eyes peacefully.

"Qingque."

The maid was frightened by this scene.

Fusu and Ying Zheng also hurried in from outside.

"Your Majesty, Crown Prince, Qingque, Qingque has followed the Marquis."

The maid knelt on the ground, trembling.

Fusu walked to the bedside, looked at his teacher's clean face, and finally glanced at Qingque.

"Qingque volunteered to continue serving the teacher and to arrange her funeral arrangements."

"promise."

The maid called Gao Yi and Dali, and they carried Qingque out of the room quickly. Then they came back and wiped away the red plum spots on the ground.

Soon, the Prime Minister's Mansion was hung with white, and the sound of crying drowned out the sound of falling snow and spread far away.

"Shi Yi, Mr. Zhang's funeral will be conducted according to the rites of a state funeral."

"promise."

"Fusu, Zhang Qing has no sons. You are Zhang Qing's only disciple. I allow you to escort Zhang Qing on behalf of his legitimate son."

"promise."

"Send officials from all the counties to Xianyang to escort me, the Right Prime Minister of the Great Qin."

"promise."

As Ying Zheng issued one imperial edict after another, the news of the right prime minister's death spread throughout Xianyang City in a moment.

According to the history of Qin, in the winter of the 25th year of Zheng, Marquis Wenqing of the Great Qin, the right prime minister, died in his palace. Your Majesty personally attended the funeral and ordered the burial of the right prime minister and the royal mausoleum in Mount Li with the rites of state. The monarch and his minister were together in life and death, and the crown prince, as the legitimate son of the right prime minister, attended the funeral.