Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

When Lingyan received this news from the grand court assembly, she didn't know whether to sigh at Emperor Jingzhao's stinginess or generosity.

To be honest, with He Jingchuan's achievements over the years, he could have been ennobled as a marquis or even a king long ago.

However, Emperor Jingzhao never granted him the title of king or marquis.

Now that the person is "dead," they've finally become generous.

As for why Emperor Jingzhao never granted He Jingchuan a marquisate, Lingyan could understand the reason.

Because He Jin'an is the heir apparent, he will inevitably inherit his father's title and become the next Marquis of Xuanwu when he grows up.

If He Jingchuan were to be granted the title of Marquis, then the family would have two Marquises.

In addition, He Jingchuan also commands an army of 400,000, as well as his prestige and popular support.

Emperor Jingzhao was naturally wary and fearful, so he kept holding back from granting him a marquisate, only bestowing upon him the honor of a first-rank general.

But now He Jingchuan has made an unparalleled contribution and is already dead.

Then we can certainly grant him the title of First-Rank Marquis without any reservations.

Fixed side.

That's a really good and suitable title.

It's just a pity that He Jingchuan didn't die!

When he returns, Emperor Jingzhao will not be able to forget or deny this matter.

After all, a ruler's word is law, and his decrees cannot be changed overnight.

Therefore, it was a foregone conclusion that He Jingchuan would be granted the title of Marquis, and that the He family would have two Marquises.

It remains to be seen how Emperor Jingzhao will react.

I'm actually kind of looking forward to it!

...............

The news of He Jingchuan's death was announced after the Grand Assembly that day.

In an instant, it was like a thunderclap, exploding in the sky above Dazhao.

The obituary was like a merciless storm, sweeping through the streets and alleys of Dazhao.

In the bustling market, the noise seemed to freeze for a moment.

The old woman selling vegetables stopped what she was doing.

Her wrinkled hands trembled slightly, her cloudy eyes widened, and her face was filled with shock.

She murmured to herself, "How could this be? General He... how could he..."

The voice was filled with disbelief.

The burly man selling meat next to him, usually so bold and forthright, stood frozen in place, the butcher's knife in his hand clattering to the ground.

He stood there with his mouth agape, unable to speak for a long time, like a petrified statue.

In the quiet alley, a woman who was mending clothes at her door heard the newsboy's shouts.

Her hand jerked violently, and the needle pricked her finger, but she was completely unaware of it.

Her eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in them.

She recalled General He's imposing figure and kind smile as he led his troops through the alley.

She choked up and said, "General, how could you leave like this?"

The children, who were playing happily in the street, stopped laughing when they heard the news.

A little boy blinked his innocent eyes, tugged at an adult's sleeve, and asked, "Daddy, is General He really gone?"

The adult remained silent, only nodding slightly, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Afterwards, people spontaneously gathered in front of the city gate where He Jingchuan had once been stationed.

Some of them were holding flowers, while others were carrying incense and candles.

An elderly man with gray hair walked shakily to the city gate and said with tears streaming down his face, "General He, you are our great hero. You have protected our homeland, and we have not yet had a chance to repay you."

His voice choked with emotion, every word filled with deep pain.

Among the crowd, a young scholar-like man sighed repeatedly, saying, "Heaven is jealous of talent! The departure of General He is a great loss to our Great Zhao. What a pity, what a regret."

The entire Dazhao Kingdom was immersed in an atmosphere of sorrow at this time.

A faint sadness seemed to shroud the windows of every household.

They were saddened by his departure; the pain seemed etched deep into their souls.

Not to mention, not long after, news spread that he had committed suicide without hesitation on the battlefield to save five thousand civilians.

People covered their faces and wept, heartbroken.

This is General He!

How could they not feel sad for General He, who always put the people first?

He won the battle with his strategy and bravery.

Not only did they completely destroy the Mobei Kingdom, they also drove the Beili Kingdom back.

They not only recovered those ten cities, but also captured more than a dozen cities in Bei Li.

But he sacrificed himself!

The battle was a great victory, but the young hero who shone like a bright pearl and protected millions of people in the Great Zhao Dynasty was no longer there.

And they are gone forever!

But he's only twenty-four years old this year!

So young...

He will never appear again to save Da Zhao; he has vanished forever.

But he will live on in everyone's hearts and be remembered for generations to come.

...............

After receiving this news, various countries...

Apart from the kings of Bei Li and Nan Jiang, who already knew about this matter.

The King of Western Chu, Empress Xuan Yue, and the King of Eastern Mausoleum all felt great regret.

What king wouldn't like such a general?

Even though he was a general from another country, they respected, admired, and revered him from the bottom of their hearts.

It is regrettable and saddening to learn of his sudden death.

Aside from others like them, there were also people in various countries who applauded this.

With such a major threat eliminated, they would naturally be overjoyed!

Of course, there were also some people who were jealous of him who applauded and cheered, celebrating with joy.

Licheng, the residence of Marquis Anyuan.

Jiang Muxue was currently enjoying a pleasant time with the Eighth Princess, brewing tea and admiring the snow.

The room was filled with the aroma of tea and warmth, while snowflakes drifted down outside the window, creating a tranquil and beautiful scene.

However, this tranquility was shattered by Jiang Jingyu's sudden intrusion.

Jiang Muxue's face, which had been carrying a faint smile, suddenly pounded with her heart when she saw her third brother's expression and the way he looked at her.

Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Jingyu, with a hint of doubt and unease in them.

When Jiang Jingyu slowly announced He Jingchuan's death, Jiang Muxue felt as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.

Her body jolted violently, and the delicate teacup slipped from her hand, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces, spilling tea everywhere.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color.

His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, his gaze seemingly trying to deny this cruel news.

A moment later, endless pain welled up in Jiang Muxue's eyes.

The pain overwhelmed her heart like a tidal wave.

Just then, Jiang Muxue suddenly stood up as if she had gone mad.

Her hair was a little messy and was flying in the wind.

Then, without even glancing at anyone else, she dashed out of the house.

Her steps were hurried and flustered as she ran down the corridor.

As soon as she rushed out of the gate of the Marquis of Anyuan's residence, she immediately mounted her horse and left.

She gripped the horse's belly tightly, and with a sudden tug on the reins, the horse, in pain, let out a long neigh and galloped off towards the edge of the city.

Jiang Muxue was riding a horse, her body jolting violently with the horse's gallop, but she didn't care at all.

Her eyes were red and her vision was blurred with tears.

The horses galloped across the snow, kicking up snowflakes.