The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

"Li Er is here?"

Chen Huai'an's heart tightened, and he quickly stood up to ask, "What's he doing here? Didn't I tell you to pass on a message that people weren't allowed to come over a few days ago?"

"He shouldn't have come."

Yunyan hurriedly explained, "Sir, you only used this excuse for three days back then, and so much time has passed now. It wouldn't be right not to hold a funeral soon."

"We really can't delay any longer."

"Besides, His Majesty brought several jars of ashes, clearly intending to pay his respects. What should we do?"

Chen Huai'an: "..."

"Did His Majesty come alone?"

Yunyan said weakly, "His Majesty brought a large entourage, so I received the news in advance. He should be arriving soon."

"Tsk!" Chen Huai'an slapped his forehead.

It's over.

If Li Shimin came alone, he could manage, but with so many people with him, it would be really difficult for him to handle.

This is the end of the calf.

Faking death might feel good for a moment, but lying dead in the crematorium is a different story!

"Sir, what should we do now?" Wang Bai was extremely anxious and wanted him to come up with a solution quickly.

Chen Huai'an looked serious, pondered for a moment, and then instructed, "Wang Bai, go and receive His Majesty and the others. Then tell my sister not to come out; just say she's unwell."

"Then Yunyan, immediately tell the kitchen to prepare a table full of fine wine and dishes and bring it here."

The two listened attentively, memorizing every word.

But as the two waited, they suddenly realized there was no further news. Wang Bai asked anxiously, "Sir, what happened next?"

"After that?" Chen Huai'an asked in surprise, "What else is there to say after that?"

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

Wang Bai: "..."

"..."

"Huai'an..."

Li Shimin stood silently in front of the Duke of Anguo's mansion for a moment. He still remembered that he had forced Chen Huai'an to accept this mansion.

Otherwise, Chen Huai'an would still be living in a small house in a remote neighborhood.

"His Majesty!"

Later, Feng Zhidai brought Feng Qiao'er, whose eyes were red and swollen, to pay their respects.

These past few days, Feng Qiao'er has been crying all day long, unable to eat or sleep, which has greatly distressed Feng Zhidai.

Upon receiving news that Li Shimin was arriving with his ministers, Feng Zhidai immediately brought his sister over.

At the very least, they should go in and pay their respects.

Li Shimin looked at the brother and sister, feeling a pang of guilt: "You've arrived?"

"This is my fault..."

"No!" Feng Qiao'er tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with tears. "This is not Your Majesty's fault. I married Chen Langjun willingly. Your Majesty did not expect this to happen."

"Sigh~" Li Shimin felt very sad. "After a while, I will issue an edict to cancel your engagement. Go back to Lingnan and live a good life. Don't come back."

"No." Feng Qiao'er remained still, two lines of clear tears sliding down her cheeks. "The imperial decree for the marriage has been issued, the engagement has been arranged, and the whole world knows it."

"I want to stay in Chang'an, I want to stay here. I was born a member of the Chen family, and I will die a ghost of the Chen family."

"I will take good care of Su Jin and Xiao He for my husband. I hope Your Majesty will grant my request!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhidai's heart tightened. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing his younger sister's stubborn expression, he ultimately remained silent.

The ministers following behind Li Shimin were also somewhat moved, and their gazes toward Feng Qiao'er were filled with a hint of respect.

His Majesty has personally promised to cancel the engagement between the two parties. Feng Qiao'er can completely pretend that nothing happened, return to Lingnan, continue to be a young lady of the Feng family, and find a good family to marry into in the future.

But she refused, intending to abide by the marriage agreement, saying that she was a member of the Chen family in life and in death.

For a girl who is almost eighteen years old to have such determination, she deserves everyone's respect.

Li Shimin said nothing, gave Feng Qiao'er a deep look, and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the gates of the Duke of Anguo's mansion opened, and Wang Bai jogged out, saying, "This humble subject greets Your Majesty and Your Excellencies."

"It should be the Lady of the County who is here to greet Your Majesty, but she is currently bedridden. I hope Your Majesty will not take offense."

"Sigh~" Li Shimin sighed again.

The Chen siblings had suffered for half their lives, and just when Chen Huai'an was about to make a name for himself and bring honor to their ancestors, this happened.

Li Shimin could certainly understand why Chen Sujin had suddenly fallen seriously ill.

Compared to them, Chen Sujin, the older sister, should be the one who is most heartbroken.

"It's alright." Li Shimin waved his hand. "Go in. It's been almost five days. I... I'm already late."

He touched the small jars on the trays that Li Junxian and Zhang Anan were holding behind him.

The people behind him remained silent, with only the suppressed sobs of Cheng Chumo and the other children echoing through the air.

"Let's go, Your Majesty."

Wei Zheng said in a hoarse voice.

"Alright." Li Shimin nodded and led his many ministers into the gates of the Duke of Anguo's mansion.

He noticed something was wrong as soon as he entered.

After surveying the facilities and layout inside, Li Shimin frowned and said, "Wang Bai!"

"This humble subject is here!" Wang Bai stepped forward with a bitter expression.

Li Shimin scolded, "What have you done? Why is there not even a single piece of mourning cloth in this vast mansion?"

"Also, what about those maids who just passed by, and what are you wearing?"

"What have you been doing? It's been so many days, and you still haven't bought the funeral supplies?"

"Your Majesty... I, I..." Wang Bai was almost in tears. How could he explain this?

No one in the family has died, so why bring those things back?

Isn't that unlucky?

What else can he wear?

You can't exactly wear mourning clothes, can you?

If he dares to wear it, Chen Huai'an will beat him to death.

"What do you mean, 'what ...

It's been almost five days, and there's not even a piece of mourning cloth yet. How can people not be angry?

"Huai'an is to give you leniency, not to tell you not to do it. Are you even capable of handling this? If you are, I will immediately order the Court of State Ceremonial to take charge," Li Shimin rebuked sternly.

"What did Huai'an do to wrong you all during his lifetime? Ah!"

"Can't even handle something this simple?"

Wang Bai: "..."

Wang Bai felt wronged, but he still didn't say anything.

Li Shimin wanted to get angry, but when he thought about where he was, he suppressed his displeasure.

"Never mind, where is Huai'an? Take me to see him."

Wang Bai fell silent, head bowed, his heart filled with bitterness.

Li Shimin could no longer contain himself: "I'm asking you a question! Where is Huai'an's body?"

Seeing that Wang Bai still did not answer, Li Shimin became very angry and was about to kick him when Du Ruhui quickly stopped him, saying, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Today's situation is special, and I hope Your Majesty will not be angry."

"According to custom, Mr. Chen's body should be placed in the main hall at this time. Your Majesty, please move there."

Li Shimin glanced coldly at Wang Bai, snorted, flicked his sleeves, and strode towards the main hall.

But when they arrived at their destination, everyone was dumbfounded.

Inside the main hall, there was not a single coffin, let alone a funeral cloth; the tables, chairs, and benches were all polished to a shine.

There was no trace of any remains.

"..."