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Chapter 766 Will
After the Blood Moon Eagle departed, the golden tent fell silent once more.

Click! Click! Click!
Blood Moon Warrior gently tapped the table in front of him.

He looked up at the map, which had a large circle drawn in red.

That's where the Angel tribe is located.

"Have the arrangements been made for the people heading west?"

An elder immediately stood up.

"Chief, everything has been arranged. All twenty-six teams set off at midnight last night. I believe they will bring back good news soon."

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Xueyue Zhiyong, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Now that the royal court is sharpening its knives at Angel, Blood Moon has been given a temporary respite.

If we don't give our old rival An Wenkang a taste of his own medicine now, when will we ever get another chance?

Hey.

An elder chuckled, his laughter filled with schadenfreude.

"Do you think that in a month or two, several small and medium-sized tribes will break away from Angel's control?"

The group exchanged glances and began to chatter amongst themselves.

"Didn't we count them beforehand? We estimated there would be about sixteen or seventeen."

"I feel it won't exceed twenty at most."

"That's about right."

"That's quite a lot; it'll give An Wenkang a headache for quite a while."

……

Amidst the commotion, only Xueyue Zhiyong sat quietly, seemingly oblivious to everyone's words.

"Chieftain?" someone couldn't help but ask for his opinion, "What do you think?"

Xueyue Zhiyong glanced indifferently at the person who spoke.

"What do you think?" he scoffed. "We're better off without that kind of tribe."

The elders were taken aback, but after they realized what was happening, they all nodded, and the excitement and joy on their faces disappeared.

"The chieftain is right. A tribe that can be defeated by a mere army is indeed useless."

Such tribes are neither more nor less important; their existence or non-existence does not affect Angel's strength.

But in any case, it's still good to give An Wenkang, who is already in a terrible predicament, some comfort.

Elder Chai was the youngest and also the most restless.

He suddenly chuckled.

"Chieftain, and all the uncles, as we all know, An Wenkang is getting old. Faced with the royal army's relentless advance, he is probably overwhelmed and unable to cope. With so many tribes suddenly breaking away, he might even have a heart attack from anger. That would be quite a show."

The golden tent was completely silent.

Both Xueyue Zhiyong and the other elders couldn't help but glance at him.

Where did this scoundrel come from?
Although he is called the Trading Elder, it seems that not letting him lead a team to run trade routes in Yun Chui was definitely the right choice.

"Isn't that right?" Elder Chai was still somewhat bewildered.

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Everyone coughed and quickly changed the subject.

Hua Hua Hua.

Meanwhile, an elder was still looking at the newspaper over and over again.

After a long while, the man hesitantly raised his head.

"Clan leader and brothers, there seems to be no news about the Huo clan in this newspaper?"

For the people of Xiliang, the Starfall Legion was indeed terrifying.

However, according to Yun Chui's custom, they would be transferred to other places every three years, so it was not a big deal.

Comparatively speaking, the Huo family, this stubborn resident guarding the rocky outpost, deserves their attention and vigilance more.

The elders were taken aback and quickly took the newspaper to examine it carefully.

As expected, there was no news from the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

Just as they were wondering, Xueyue Zhiyong, who was sitting at the head of the table, spoke calmly.

"According to the custom of Yun Chui, the emperor will seal the vermilion brush on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month."

Everyone glanced at the date on the newspaper and suddenly realized what was going on.

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Cloudfall Empire, Star City
Like the Blood Moon tribe, the issue of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion was also being discussed in Star City.

During this period, there have been many more people passing by Yong'an Hutong, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

However, the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion, which had attracted much attention, was completely quiet.

That morning, shortly after the court session, Ren Ning changed into casual clothes and went to the Duke of Zhenguo's residence.

As soon as he entered the mansion, he sensed something was wrong.

Upon receiving the news, Huo Ling rushed over.

"Wei Chen has met your Majesty."

Ren Ning's heart skipped a beat when she saw his pale face.

"Uncle, has something happened at the manor?"

Huo Ling did not answer immediately, but instead took out a folded document and respectfully handed it to him.

"Your Majesty, this is my mother's wish..."

Or rather, a "will"!
Ren Ning's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but stand up abruptly.

He frequently visited the Duke of Zhenguo's residence and was already mentally prepared for Princess Yiguang's health condition, but he was still greatly surprised at this moment.

"I'm going to see my maternal grandmother."

After speaking, Ren Ning did not take the memorial from Huo Ling's hand, but instead strode directly towards Princess Yiguang's courtyard.

Before long, he was already standing in the side room.

Ren Ning took a few steps to the bedside and carefully examined the old man on the hospital bed.

The more I looked at him, the heavier my heart became.

At some point, the old man in the hospital bed became thin and small.

The imposing figure who once remained calm and composed in the face of the empire's various storms, sitting firmly in the Duke's mansion, is no longer there.

After a while, Ren Ning turned to look at Huo Qing, who had been standing guard beside him.

"Mother, how is Grandmother?"

Huo Qing hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile onto her sorrowful face.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. The imperial physicians say that Mother is temporarily fine; she is just asleep."

Ren Ning breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up.

He looked up at the people in the room.

There were many people in the room, including the masters of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion and more than a dozen imperial physicians.

The huge room was packed to the brim.

Madam Zhang was among them.

Ren Ning couldn't help but look at her questioningly.

Among all the imperial physicians, Madam Zhang's medical skills were not considered outstanding.

However, in this era, men and women were treated differently, and it was not appropriate for the imperial physicians to stay by Princess Yiguang's side for twelve hours a day.

On the contrary, Madam Zhang knew the most about Princess Yiguang's situation.

She understood Ren Ning's meaning, and her eyes darkened as she shook her head slightly.

Ren Ning understood and sighed inwardly.

His gaze shifted to Huo Ling, who was following behind, and returned to the will.

The content is not much, and the handwriting is different, with the font size varying, clearly written by different people at different times.

But Ren Ning wasn't surprised.

During this period, Princess Yiguang spent far more time in a coma than in a conscious state.

Moreover, the time spent conscious is getting shorter and shorter.

Sometimes, even when I finally manage to wake up, I fall asleep again before I can even finish a complete sentence.

Although this will is only a few lines long, it is unknown how many times it was written before it was completed.

"First, a hundred years later, he will be buried with the old Duke in the Huo family ancestral tomb."

Ren Ning was taken aback.

“Your Majesty,” said the young Li Zi, who was standing beside him, “Under normal circumstances, all members of the royal family can be buried in the imperial mausoleum after their death to enjoy the empire’s incense offerings.”

In the past, many princesses and noblewomen who married into the imperial family had the custom of being buried in the imperial mausoleum after their deaths.

After all, compared to the prosperity of a certain minister's family, the royal family's prosperity was far greater.

More importantly, if the minister she marries later causes trouble, her ancestors who are enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple can ensure her safety once or twice.

After all, if they were to be punished, the spirit tablets in the Imperial Ancestral Temple would have to be moved out first.

Yun Chui ruled the world with filial piety, and not every emperor had the courage to do such a thing.

Although Princess Yiguang married the old Duke Zhenguo, she was still the eldest princess of the empire.

Moreover, she had made great contributions to the empire.

If we go by Ren Ning's opinion, Princess Yiguang absolutely deserves to be buried in the imperial mausoleum and enjoy the incense offerings of the royal family.