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"Your Highness, I fear there will be an even greater backlash during the sacrificial ceremony tomorrow. Perhaps you should reconsider?"

"What's the panic? The princes have been entrenched in various places for so many years, they can't possibly get away with just sending a few assassins. They're just putting on a show for me. What they want is for me to refuse the sacrificial ceremony. Hmph, then I'll use tomorrow's actions to tell them that those who know when to yield are the wise ones. I've given them a chance to protect themselves, but whether they accept it or not is up to them."

Crown Prince Shen Song'an's tone was very forceful, making Hai Yu's scalp tingle.

The Crown Prince's personal guards brought 5,000 men this time, plus the guards left to guard the imperial mausoleum, totaling no more than 7,000. They could easily deal with the black-clad assassins, but if the other side used gunpowder or something during the sacrificial ceremony, that would be troublesome.

So we need to check it again carefully!

"Yes, I understand. I'll arrange it right away!"

Hai Yu clasped his hands in a fist salute and turned to leave. His steps were heavy as he walked away, but Crown Prince Shen Song'an looked at the scattered imperial tombs in front of him without any emotion in his heart.

He didn't care about great achievements or lasting fame.

If these entrenched imperial powers cannot be uprooted, the people in various regions will only suffer more oppression in the future. When that happens, public anger will spread and others will follow suit, and the century-old foundation of the Great Long Dynasty will be lost.

He would not allow such a thing to happen, so even knowing that tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony would be fraught with danger, he was not afraid.

The night was cool as water, and the autumn air was crisp as the wind blew.

The next day, the Crown Prince got up early, changed into a black and gold python robe, and put on a pearl crown, just like he usually dressed when he went to court. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and stood tall. On his belt, he had a dragon-shaped jade pendant on each side and a lacquered gourd-shaped sachet on each side, which added a rare touch of homeliness to his imperial majesty.

As they walked from the imperial palace to the underground main mausoleum, the clanging of iron cavalry filled the air, and everyone stood solemnly.

Inside the main mausoleum, the lights were on.

Perhaps it was the Crown Prince's majestic dragon aura that intimidated them, so there was no sense of eeriness from the wind.

The mausoleum had been closed long ago after Empress Wen's coffin was placed inside. What was placed in front of the Crown Prince now was a portrait of Empress Wen that he had drawn himself. The woman in the picture looked virtuous and kind, with eyes full of love, calmly looking at all living beings, with a beauty that transcended the mundane world.

If you look closely, the crown prince's face is about 80-90% similar to his.

However, it lacked the warmth of Empress Wen and was replaced by a chilling coldness.

The prince knelt on the prayer mat, his expression slightly moved, his mind flashing back to everything in the past. Although he was born into the imperial family, he had always been loved and protected by his mother for so many years.

In his childhood, he grew up just like any other child in an ordinary family.

Even though the emperor was busy with state affairs, he would still enjoy many moments of family bliss with his mother because of her influence.

Unfortunately, he had no brothers or sisters. The other concubines either feared his status and dared not associate with him like ordinary siblings, or they coveted his position and were unwilling to treat him with sincerity. Therefore, he could say that he never experienced sibling affection.

"Mother, your son has come to see you."

The Crown Prince spoke these words slowly, a slight smile playing on his lips. Hai Yu, who was standing beside him, rarely saw the Crown Prince with such an expression, and was also somewhat moved.

But his eyes scanned the surroundings, never letting his guard down for a moment.

They cautiously looked at every corner, even the altar where offerings were placed, for fear that it might harbor unscrupulous people or something else. They omitted the prayer flags, revealing the unique warm and thick luster of the sandalwood.

"In a few days, the three-year mourning period will be over. If Mother Empress knew this in the afterlife, she would probably say that her son was a bit immature. But her son was willing to accept it. The only regret is that you cannot see your son get married and have children. But after the autumn election, your son will bring the Crown Princess back to see you. I think you will like it."

For some reason, the image of He Lingyi popped into Crown Prince Shen Song'an's mind at that moment.

Suddenly the candlelight flickered slightly, and Haiyu immediately gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at any moment to protect his master. But then the candlelight flickered back to its upright position.

Thinking of this, the crown prince suddenly smiled.

"Your mother agrees with what your son thinks, doesn't she?"

The candlelight popped, and everyone except the Crown Prince, who was on high alert, gathered around. Seeing this, the Crown Prince raised his hand and waved it gently, and Hai Yu and the others withdrew again.

He respectfully kowtowed three times towards the portrait of Empress Wen and the direction of her coffin. The sacrificial ceremony was now over. When he got up to return to the palace, the road was still eerily calm.

"Your Highness, now that the sacrificial ceremony is over, let's set off for home. The temporary palace is not the same as the Eastern Palace. If anything goes wrong, we will all be held accountable!"

Haiyu spoke with unusual seriousness, but the Crown Prince remained silent.

"It seems I overestimated my uncles. If we miss such a good opportunity, I won't create another one for them next time. Let's set off and return to Bianzhou as soon as possible."

His trip to the imperial mausoleum served two purposes: a pre-arranged scheme to lure the enemy in, and a calm reflection on how he wanted to live his life from now on. Now that he has answers to both, he is not one to drag things out; he will arrange everything upon his return.

Having received the Crown Prince's approval, Haiyu was finally relieved.

The imperial guards were well-organized and tightly positioned, with troops arranged in all directions, surrounding the prince's carriage in the center. Even a sparrow flying by would be shot down and not allowed to get close.

Thousands of people knelt down at the imperial palace to bid farewell, creating a magnificent scene.

After leaving the palace, the Crown Prince and his entourage headed straight for Bianzhou City. Even with their fast pace, the procession of several thousand people would take two or three days.

That night, the dew grew heavier and deeper.

Compared to post stations or inns, the prince's carriages and horses had enough room to rest.

So they chose a place with a wide open view to set up camp. As the campfire was lit, danger quietly approached.

The rear window of the carriage could be opened to connect with the skylight, forming a military tent.

The Crown Prince's servants quickly made arrangements, and by the time Haiyu went in to report, the bed, bathtub, office desk, and even tea set for guests had already been prepared.

In early September, the weather was not yet cold enough to make one feel chilly, so the tent was brightly lit, but there was no charcoal brazier.

"Your Highness, the guards have spotted a group of about a hundred people in the southeast, all lying in wait to make their move."

"I thought my uncles didn't have the guts. Let them come over. I want to see what they're capable of."

His tone was absolutely domineering, and it conveyed a sense of unwavering confidence and arrogance.

"Yes, I will make arrangements now."

The assassins were not afraid, and neither were the Crown Prince's personal guards. Soon, a breach was quickly made in the southeastern defense line. When the hundreds of assassins arrived near the Crown Prince's carriage, they suddenly felt as if they were being lured into a trap.