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"What do you think?"

Leng Qingyi glanced at the people who were called over. Looking at their different expressions, Leng Qingyi put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and walked around the human-shaped piece of coke.

"It is known that this is a human being, killed by lightning. Judging from the traces, this is the scene of the incident. I have not moved. After the lightning struck, I immediately sent someone to summon you. So now, please discuss how to handle the King of Qi's funeral."

"Your Majesty, death is like the extinguishing of a light. The Prince of Qi is a member of the royal family after all, so he should be buried according to the standards of a prince."

"Old Prince, you haven't been to court for a long time and you probably don't know the situation in the court. Zhenguogong, tell me what crime the King of Qi has committed."

"Yes, Lord Luo, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi has committed the grave crime of treason by entering the capital without being summoned."

"Your Majesty, is there anyone trying to frame His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi?"

"Old Lord Luo, I want to ask you, does the King of Qi hold any position in the court? Does he have military power? Or does he have any extremely lucrative business?"

"Your Highness the Prince of Qi is indifferent to fame and fortune, so how could he engage in business? He also doesn't hold any office in the court."

"That's right. The Prince of Qi has neither real power nor money. Who would an idle prince stand in his way and bring about such a fatal disaster?"

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"My uncle and my father are brothers. Even if there's a fight for the throne, it's between me and my brothers. It's not my uncle's turn to intervene. Who could he stand in the way of? Furthermore, my uncle himself said that morning during the court session that he enjoyed reading travelogues and strange stories, and that his ignorance of Dongxia laws led him to commit such a calamity. Could it be that old Prince Luo knows the truth?"

"This...I am old and confused. Your Majesty, please don't treat me with the same view."

"To be struck to death by heavenly thunder, the emperor's uncle must have done something that angered heaven and man. Tsk tsk, everyone, please discuss how to handle the emperor's uncle's funeral."

It was also at this time that people shifted the focus of the King of Qi's death to the fact that he was killed by lightning.

"It's just a coincidence."

"I was very close to the Emperor's uncle at the time, and I was also affected, but why am I sitting here without any incident?"

"Is the emperor feeling unwell?"

"Yes, there is."

"Can you please call the imperial physician?"

"My hair was only singed. How do you explain this? The same lightning bolt that turned my uncle into charcoal only singed my hair a little."

The Minister of Revenue rolled his eyes and immediately knelt down.

"Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor, blessed by heaven. That's why he was able to remain unharmed under the thunderbolt. He will surely carry forward the prosperity of Dongxia and unify the world."

"What the Minister of Revenue said is good. I like to hear it. Whether I can unify the world depends on more than just my own strength. I need all of you to fight for Dongxia together."

"The Emperor, with his noble character and divine protection, will surely achieve his wish."

The Minister of Revenue took the lead and the others followed suit to flatter him, which made Leng Qingyi very happy.

When they were almost out of praise, Leng Qingyi raised his hand to suppress them.

"Okay, okay, now the key point is how to handle the emperor's uncle's funeral. Everyone, please tell me your opinions."

The Minister of Revenue, who had just received the Emperor's praise, was the first to speak up, "Your Majesty, the King of Qi was struck to death by lightning, which shows that he had committed many evil deeds and is unforgivable to Heaven. Since this is the case, why not just scatter his ashes?"

"The Minister of Revenue's actions are quite damaging to one's moral character. The person is already dead and buried, so why do you have to be so ruthless?"

"Does the Minister of Rites intend to bury a man who has committed heinous crimes and is beyond the reach of Heaven according to the rules for a prince of Dongxia?"

"Even if it's not like this, you can't just scatter His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi's ashes. That would be too inhumane."

"Then what should we do according to the Minister of Rites's wishes?"

"Of course, I can't let him go too far with the ceremony that a prince would, but I can't be too extreme, or I'll hurt the other ministers. In my opinion, I'll bury him according to the standards for a third-rank official."

"Where is he buried? A person who has been punished by heaven like this cannot be buried in the imperial mausoleum."

"Well, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi was not demoted to a commoner during his lifetime, so he is naturally still a member of the royal family and is buried in a side hall of the imperial mausoleum."

"How can such a traitor be buried in the imperial mausoleum and pollute the eyes of other members of the royal family?"

A group of people were arguing non-stop, and Leng Qingyi just sat there watching them quarrel. From the moment they entered the hall until now, no one had given them a seat.

After arguing for half an hour, Leng Wuqin finally concluded that he should be buried near the imperial mausoleum with the standards of an ordinary official family. If he was not buried in the imperial mausoleum, he would not be buried as a prince.

"I still have one matter for your advice. How should we explain the King of Qi's death to the outside world?"

"It was buried privately. There's no need to tell anyone about it."

"How can this be possible? If I don't explain it clearly, how will the other officials and the people in the court view me?"

"Why not just say that the King of Qi died suddenly of a serious illness?"

"A sudden death in the palace would surely allow those with ulterior motives to exploit this opportunity to attack the Emperor."

"In my opinion, we should directly write down the crimes committed by the King of Qi, the cause of his death, and the regulations and location of his burial and announce them to the world."

"Your Majesty, this is disgraceful to the royal family."

"Minister of Rites, how has this damaged the royal family's reputation? If you don't explain clearly, can you bear the responsibility for the people misunderstanding the emperor?"

"Alright, just do as I say. After all, the King of Qi is well-known among the people, and it would be unreasonable not to give them an explanation."

Some people wanted to refute that they all understood the principle that when the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked, so even if the King of Qi died in disgrace, he did not want his afterlife to be like this.

But seeing the obvious displeasure on the emperor's face, they didn't dare to refute anything. It would be bad if the emperor got unhappy and took action against them again.

So as soon as everyone left the palace, Leng Qingyi immediately had someone shovel up the piece of charcoal on the ground as intact as possible and carry it from the palace to the Prince of Qi's Mansion in the capital without any concealment.

The common people were curious when they saw the black mass being carried out of the palace, but due to the royal majesty, they did not dare to get too close. They just watched from a distance.

The one who came out to do the job this time was An San. After sending Zhongli He's body to Prince Qi's Mansion, An San told the onlookers in detail what this thing was, what he had done wrong, and how he died, standing at the door of Prince Qi's Mansion.

There was a loud thunder in the morning, and since the people all got up early, naturally many people heard and saw the thunder striking directly into the palace.

But he didn't expect that the lightning would directly turn His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi into charcoal.

If they were simply told that the King of Qi was plotting treason, they might not believe it, but the people all believed that God had eyes, and the fact that he was killed by thunder showed how heinous the crime he had committed.

This incident caused a huge uproar among the crowd, and many people who had received favors from the King of Qi came forward to share their experiences.

It was said that the porridge stall set up by the King of Qi was very perfunctory, with only a few grains of rice in a bowl of soup.

There are also claims that the perpetrators were the first to find the King of Qi and file a complaint, leading to the destruction of their victims' families.

The way King Qi died made those who had received his favor feel extremely uncomfortable. As for whether those rumors were true or not, there was no way to know.