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"Yes, sir, I'll go and instruct the kitchen right away." Constable Cheng turned and left, closing the door behind him. The sir hasn't had anything to eat in a long time; he must be in a good mood after seeing Miss Gu today to want noodles.

Officer Cheng walked towards the kitchen with a smile.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Shen Qingyan reached under her pillow and took out a wooden doll, her eyes darting through it, "What did you eat today?"

Suddenly, he felt a sharp discomfort in his abdomen, a discomfort that even the medicine he had just taken couldn't suppress. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and Shen Qingyan immediately placed the wooden doll against his chest, using his clothes to cover it.

He then braced himself on the edge of the bed and vomited mouthful after mouthful of blood.

Instantly, Shen Qingyan was in so much pain that he became delirious and covered in cold sweat. He lay on the bed in a daze, and a familiar, transparent figure appeared before his eyes.

The figure drew closer to him. "Do you regret not confessing your feelings that day?"

"No, because I know you wouldn't lie to me." Because he knew himself... Shen Qingyan's past began to flash before his eyes, a fleeting, dreamlike experience.

Soon, he could no longer see the white figure.

[Ding! Detected someone with an extremely strong obsession...]

"Sir, the noodles are here. The kitchen just made them; it's tomato and egg noodles." Constable Cheng pushed the door open with his leg, and the moment he saw the person on the bed and the bloodstains on the floor, he panicked so much that he almost dropped the bowl.

"My lord, my lord?"

Chief Constable Cheng hurriedly placed the noodles on the desk, ran to the door and shouted, "Dongdong, quickly call Doctor Zhao! The master has vomited blood and fainted!"

He looked at the thin figure on the bed, leaning against the edge of the bed, with the head of a wooden doll peeking out from its arms, bloodstains at the corner of its mouth, but its eyes were already closed, its face peaceful.

Constable Cheng walked over quickly and nervously, and tremblingly extended a finger to check Shen Qingyan's breath. The moment his finger approached, he could not feel the slightest breath coming out.

no, I can not……

Officer Cheng immediately touched Shen Qingyan's neck again; it was still warm and had a faint pulse...

"Quick, let me take a look." Doctor Zhao strode over, his expression serious. He checked Shen Qingyan's breathing and pupils, and finally reached out to feel Shen Qingyan's pulse. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "The pulse is weak."

"But the master was just saying he wanted to eat tomato and egg noodles, how could he... how could he have stopped eating before even getting a taste..."

A scattered pulse reflects a decline in qi and blood and a failure of organ function, indicating a critical condition or impending death... Is the adult about to die?

Chief Constable Cheng couldn't believe it, but Doctor Zhao's diagnosis couldn't be wrong.

Zhao Liangyi's hand was still on Shen Qingyan's wrist. After a moment, his hand began to tremble slightly, and his voice choked up, "Muzhi, in the next life, I wish you a smooth and peaceful life. You will."

"Lord Shen is gone. Officer Cheng, please take care of his funeral arrangements."

Constable Cheng was utterly distraught, instantly collapsing to his knees and kowtowing before Shen Qingyan, weeping loudly and mournfully, "My lord, my lord, may you rest in peace. In your next life, may you never return to Xilan County..."

If he hadn't come, none of this would have happened. If he had been more ruthless, as an official, he wouldn't have suffered along with everyone else, starving himself to the point of exhaustion...

He had seen poor people starve to death, but he had never seen a county magistrate die from starvation!

Thanks to the desperate efforts of his family members, so many people survived. How come the adults themselves couldn't survive?

Why not? God, it's not fair!

Officer Cheng burst into tears, unable to control himself any longer, and collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. His cries were so mournful that even the long-suffering Physician Zhao couldn't help but cover his face and weep as well.

Dongdong stood outside the door, too afraid to go inside. He just stood there sobbing. His family members were gone just like that.

How could a living, breathing person, who was just saying they wanted to eat noodles, suddenly... be gone?

The remaining constables also gathered around, and upon seeing the scene before them, they all knelt down, prostrated themselves, and choked with sobs, saying, "Your subordinates pay their respects to Your Excellency!"

Upon hearing that Shen Qingyan was seriously ill, Chen Yanxu rushed over. He could hear the crying from afar, and Shen Qingyan's junior brother, Yan Yu, was also shocked... that crying...

He and Chen Yanxu exchanged a glance, and the two quickened their pace, arriving at the door of Shen Qingyan's bedroom. Everywhere they looked, there were people kneeling and weeping.

"Muzhi, Muzhi!" Chen Yanxu panicked and almost tripped over the threshold. He staggered in and when he saw Shen Qingyan on the bed, he was heartbroken.

It was as if someone had suddenly stabbed him in the heart. Just a few months ago, his Mu Zhi still had a human form, so why had he become like a skeleton in less than three months...

If Yan hadn't sent a message via carrier pigeon saying he was sick and not feeling well, he wouldn't know how long Shen Qingyan planned to keep it from him!

He was furious, filled with anger and heartache, and wanted to come and complain, but when he arrived, he didn't even have the chance to scold Shen Qingyan anymore, leaving only endless sorrow.

"Muzhi!" Chen Yanxu called out through gritted teeth, furious that his son hadn't informed him. Chen Yanxu burst into tears. They had agreed to send all the students under the new policies of the whole prefecture to the capital for the imperial examinations together. Three years later, was he, an old man, going to send them off alone?!

Let him, an old man with white hair, bury his young son!

"Teacher, please..." Yan Yu wanted to comfort him, but he himself was choked up and could not speak. He could only turn his head away and cry softly.

The entire Xilan County government was plunged into mourning.

An hour later, Chen Yanxu looked as if he had aged ten years. His eyes were red and swollen, and he was weak and listless. "Yan Yu, submit a memorial to His Majesty on the news of Mu Zhi's death and plead guilty on Mu Zhi's behalf."

"Officer Cheng, inform all the people of the county of Lord Shen's passing. Seven days later, bury Lord Shen. Did he say anything before he died?"

Officer Cheng shook his head. "The lord passed away suddenly. He told his subordinates that he wanted tomato and egg noodles for breakfast. When his subordinates brought the noodles over, the lord... said nothing more."

“Tomato and egg noodles…” Chen Yanxu shook his head and sighed, “He doesn’t really want noodles… Never mind, let’s just do as I say for now. I’ll write his obituary myself.”

"Yes!"

Everyone accepted the order. Chen Yanxu's steps were unsteady. When he reached the desk where the tomato and egg noodles were still cold, he couldn't help but burst into tears again.

He wiped away his tears with his wide sleeve and laid out the Xuan paper.

By the time Yan Yu finished grinding the ink, the Xuan paper in front of Chen Yanxu was already soaked with sweat. Chen Yanxu immediately replaced it with another sheet, wiped away his tears, and then picked up his brush with trembling hands:

[The virtuous disciple (whose noble character and upright conduct are a high recognition of his moral integrity) Shen Qingyan, unfortunately passed away on the 13th day of the 10th month of the first year of the Qing Dynasty due to illness, at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM)... at the age of 26...]

It took Chen Yanxu half an hour and twelve sheets of paper to finish writing an obituary of just over a hundred words.

After finishing writing, he seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slumped to the ground with lifeless eyes. "Take it, all of you get out. I want to rest and have some peace and quiet."