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The King of Yan had a sorrowful look on his face as he walked into the mourning hall which was decorated in an extremely solemn and dignified manner with his entourage.

The mourning hall was filled with a faint, suffocating atmosphere, as if even the air had solidified, and every inch of space was filled with endless sorrow and heaviness.

The walls of the mourning hall were covered in white curtains, cascading from the high beams to the ground like waterfalls, shrouding the entire space in a pristine white. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, making a subtle rustling sound that seemed to convey an endless sorrow.

The ground was covered with a thick white carpet, which was soft to step on, but also made people feel as if they were walking on clouds, illusory and at a loss.

A huge nanmu coffin was placed in the middle of the mourning hall. The surface of the coffin was polished as smooth as a mirror, with a faint luster, looking solemn and dignified.

A circle of white flowers was placed around the coffin. The fragrance of the flowers was intertwined with the slight stench of the offerings on the altar, making people frown, but unable to resist this complex and strong smell.

Looking at the nanmu coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall, the Prince of Yan remained silent for a long time. His eyes were fixed on the coffin, filled with pain and despair. What lay in that coffin was not only a young life, but also all his hopes and sustenance.

Three incense sticks were inserted in the incense burner, and the smoke curled up. The white candles beside it kept shedding tears, interweaving into a series of blurred pictures in the air, as if the souls of the deceased were wandering in the air, unwilling to leave.

After taking the three incense sticks handed to him by someone, the King of Yan, who was only in his thirties, burst into tears and knelt down, muttering: "Lan'er, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Ze'er. I feel guilty towards you and the Tao family." His voice was low and hoarse, full of self-blame and regret.

Tears welled up in his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the white felt, leaving wet marks.

He knelt before the altar, his hands tightly gripping the three incense sticks. He had never imagined that he would have to send his eldest son away before he even reached old age. The pain of losing his beloved son was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart and making it almost impossible to breathe.

What kept emerging in his mind was the newborn baby, the babbling toddler. He thought of the suffering he had endured during the five years of imprisonment in the palace, and how he had run around for him just after returning from the capital... Everything about his son, his voice, his smile, and the laughter and joy the three of them had once had, now became the deepest pain in his heart.

The attendants behind him also knelt, overcome with grief. Tears welled in their eyes, their faces etched with sorrow and grief. These were loyal followers who had served the Prince of Yan for many years, and they all held deep feelings for the Crown Prince. Now that the Crown Prince had passed away, their hearts felt hollowed out, leaving only endless pain and loss.

They knelt behind King Yan and prayed silently for the prince, hoping that he could rest in peace in another world.

Only after the three incense sticks in his hand had burned more than halfway did the King of Yan stand up with the help of Qingfeng and Luying. His legs were numb from kneeling and could barely support his body.

The King of Yan stood up, his body swaying slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He personally inserted the incense into the incense burner, and the smoke from the incense burner became thicker, as if adding a touch of solemnity to his grief.

He walked around the altar and came to the side of the coffin covered with white cloth. He was silent for a long time. His eyes were fixed on the coffin, full of complicated emotions.

How he wished that all this was just a nightmare, and when he woke up, his son would still be by his side, smiling and calling him "Father." However, the cruel reality told him that his son had left him, forever.

Suddenly, King Yan shouted to Qingfeng who followed him, "Open the coffin!" There was a hint of urgency and anger in his voice, as if he was declaring war on fate, and he lifted the white cloth with one hand.

He clenched his teeth tightly, trying hard to suppress the hatred in his heart, but his bared eyes could not completely conceal his inner thoughts.

His wife died young, leaving behind only a son who had unexpectedly also passed away so young. The culprit, it was obvious, was his superior. This double blow was almost unbearable for him, and his heart was filled with anger and resentment, and he wanted to avenge his son.

Now he just wanted to see his son one last time, so he could personally bid him farewell. The Prince of Yan was extremely anxious, not waiting for anyone else to help him, and he immediately reached for the coffin lid. His movements were somewhat hasty, even a little rough, as if he wanted to vent his pain and anger in this way.

However, despite exerting considerable force, the coffin lid remained motionless. He paused for a moment, then inspected carefully, only to discover the seven barely discernible brass nails. The coffin had been nailed shut, impassable. The King of Yan's heart sank, yet he felt both doubt and anticipation.

He feigned composure, looking at the breeze and green shadows on the ground, trying to conceal his inner panic. Qingfeng crept forward, tugging at the King of Yan's trouser leg, then looked up at him with a look that seemed strange. His eyes held a hint of determination, yet concealed a hint of hesitation and a pause.

Qingfeng continued, "Your Highness the Prince of Yan has come here from a long journey. You should rest first and let us report on the assassination of the Crown Prince. Otherwise, the Crown Prince will die with regrets." His voice was low and powerful. Although there was a choking sound in his tone, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Green Shadow quickly stood up and looked at Prince Yan with the same determined eyes as Qing Feng, then bowed forward and said, "Your Highness, please accept my condolences." After saying that, he made a gesture to lead Prince Yan outside.

The movement was not large, but it revealed an irresistible force, as if telling King Yan clearly that he must calm down first.

King Yan sensed something was wrong. He narrowed his eyes seriously and looked once again at Qingfeng, who still had a determined expression but no trace of tears on his face.

The two kneeling figures were chosen by his son himself, and he knew their personalities and loyalty well. The fact that they were so determined to stop him from opening the coffin at this moment must have a hidden agenda.

He shouted, "How did the Crown Prince die? Tell the truth! If you failed to protect your master, you will all be buried with him." His voice was cold and loud, filled with authority and anger. As soon as he finished speaking, the guards kneeling outside raised their voices and shouted, "We will follow the Crown Prince until death." Their voices were united and resounding, filled with loyalty and respect for the Crown Prince. They had already made up their minds over the past few days: even if the Crown Prince died, they would not live in humiliation.

Following these consecutive shouts, the birds outside the yard flew into the air and fled in panic, as if frightened by the sudden grief and anger.

Led by the green shadow, King Yan strode towards the east room next door. The doubts and expectations in his heart became stronger, and he was eager to uncover the mystery.