Royal Power: Nine Princesses of Evil Charm

Chapter 145: Lian Lianqing, Stupid Mo Li (4)

Tears dripped down on Mo Shaoqing's skirt, but his hands tightly hugged his waist that had become stiff for a long time, for fear that if she let go, they would snatch her Shaoqing away. Seeing such a persistent and sad lover, the national teacher directly and forcefully pulled her away, and said to the ministers behind him:

"Carry the emperor away, arrange his clothes and put him directly into the coffin."

With an order, all the ministers quickly carried Mo Shaoqing's body out; while Li Li struggled, he roared frantically.

"No, you put Shaoqing down for me; if anyone lifts Shaoqing away, I will destroy his nine clans. Stop it, stop it all..."

Crazy, she wanted to pounce on Mo Shaoqing who was being carried away, but her hands were tightly held by the national teacher.

"Master, please let go, Li'er, please let me go...I'm going to bring Shaoqing back, I don't want him to leave me like this, I don't want...Master..."

In the end, Li Li simply knelt on the ground, begging his master to let him let go of his hands; but the national teacher just turned his face away, and said coldly:

"When a person dies, he should go to the earth to rest in peace. Before Shaoqing entered the imperial tomb, my teacher would not let you go."

"Master...you can't be so cruel, I want Shaoqing, please let me keep him, Shaoqing... Shaoqing... Shao..."

Helian Mingyu, who had been standing by the side, finally chose to touch Mo Li's sleeping point; he only prayed that when she woke up, she would think about it.

In the main hall of Molong Palace, Mo Shaoqing, who had been dead for five days, was finally sorted out by the palace servants, wearing the purple gold silk embroidered dragon brocade robe that Mo Li had personally sewed for him before, and a purple gold jade crown on his head. Amidst the crying, he was slowly put into the jade coffin carved with auspicious clouds and flying dragons; then the heavy coffin lid was pushed to close by the guards.

Those smiling lips, pale and monstrous face, can only sleep in this dark sarcophagus forever in the end.

"Ka" the lid of the coffin was closed, and a loud and crying voice sang:

"Wake up..."

"Emperor...Emperor..."

The heavy jade sarcophagus was slowly carried out of the Moron Palace under the crying of everyone, and onto the hearse parked at the bottom of the steps; The guards with knives, eunuchs, and court ladies all joined the funeral procession in tears.

(End of this chapter)