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As evening fell, every household in the city burned paper money at their doorsteps.

Pei Gushan looked at the rising fireworks, a hint of sadness on his face.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Renbao, still half asleep, looked up from his broad shoulders, cupped his face, and looked him over from left to right. "You're sad."

Pei Gufeng looked at Pei Gushan, raising an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Prince Jing is dead, are you sad?"

Pei Gushan:......

My brother can't speak, I really want to beat him up.

"Today is the Ghost Festival, and people take this opportunity to send yellow paper money to their deceased relatives. In every battle, many soldiers die, and their families are mostly unaware of their deaths."

The bones of heroes can never return to their hometowns.

Tears welled up in Pei Gushan's eyes, his heart heavy with sorrow.

Renbao sensed his intense emotions and, with tears welling in his eyes, said, "Then let's dig their graves together and bury them at the border."

Pei Gushan was somewhat taken aback. Yes, how come he hadn't thought of that?

Compal was so clever!

Heroes who defend their country should not be forgotten.

After hearing Renbao's idea, the Yongjun soldiers fell silent and took out the silver they had saved for a long time.

"General Pei, buy some coffins for the brothers, and some silver ingots too. I heard that silver ingots are only valuable in the underworld."

They said sincerely.

Pei Gushan nodded: "Alright, I thank you all on behalf of the brothers."

"No need for a coffin. Wrapping the body in a straw mat and burying it will be faster and won't take up much space." Renbao pointed to a flat area not far away. "Backed by mountains and with a river thirty miles away, it's a place with excellent feng shui, nestled between mountains and water."

Pei Gufeng said, "I'll listen to Renbao."

The soldiers nodded in agreement and began digging holes with hoes and shovels.

One by one, the skeletons were buried in the pit.

Shovelful after shovelful of yellow earth buried the bones.

Renbao sat cross-legged and chanted the Rebirth Mantra.

The spirits of heroes stood behind the tombstones, backlit, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a golden glow upon them.

Figures stood before the tombstones, facing the light, their expressions solemn, their eyes filled with tears.

"Uncles, have a safe journey. Don't be afraid on your way to the underworld. You are all heroes who protected our country and have made great contributions. You will be reincarnated soon."

Renbao looked at them and gave them a sweet smile.

The spirit Chong Renbao bowed, feeling grateful: "Thank you, Lord Yama."

Little Yama personally recited the Rebirth Mantra to deliver the deceased, and Black and White Impermanence, along with Ox-Head and Horse-Face, came up from the underworld to personally guide them.

Renbao waved his chubby little hand and whispered in Taoxiang's ear, "Sister Taoxiang, Uncle Hei Bai, and Uncle Niu Ma are here! Burn some gold ingots for them!"

Tao Xiang was startled and subconsciously looked up, but saw nothing.

Having followed Renbao for a long time, Taoxiang has become much bolder when it comes to ghosts and spirits.

She nodded and said okay, then drew another circle and burned a gold ingot, muttering incantations as she explained that it was for the ghost messenger.

Black and White Impermanence nodded to Renbao, along with Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and led the heroic souls to the underworld.

The gold and silver ingots were burned fiercely by the fire, and in the flames, everyone's figures stood still.

The heroic souls entered the gates of the underworld and gradually disappeared.

Renbao waved: "Farewell, uncles."

The soldiers followed her gaze and waved, saying, "Farewell, brothers."

……

"Prince Jing, he actually harbored such deep thoughts."

The emperor looked at the letters on the desk, his expression solemn yet tinged with disappointment.

Eunuch Liu poured him tea from the side: "Your Majesty, please don't be sad. After all, people change."

The emperor looked at him: "Then do you think I've changed?"

Liu Gonggong was startled, and his knees buckled as he was about to kneel down.

The emperor's eyes sharpened: "I didn't ask you to kneel, but speak freely."

"His Majesty is the Son of Heaven. If there is any change, it is naturally that he will become more considerate of his people," said Eunuch Liu, his heart pounding. He then lowered his head.

The emperor rose, his expression somewhat wistful: "Everything has changed. When Prince Jing was still the fifth prince, he was my closest friend. It was he who said he would go to Zhuoyumen City to guard the border for me."

Prince Jing's mother was not of low status; her maternal grandfather was the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review at the time.

His mother's status was at the very bottom of the imperial harem, which is why the two empress dowagers chose him.

Who would have thought that he would be the ultimate winner?

Perhaps in Prince Jing's heart, he was unwilling to become an emperor.

The two grew up together and their bond was much deeper than that of the other princes.

Upon hearing the news of his death, the emperor was deeply saddened, but he quickly regained his composure.

"The Little Celestial Master is truly an auspicious omen for our country. Upon arriving at Yumen City, he not only repelled the enemy army but also exposed Prince Jing, the traitor."

Send another ten boxes of gold to the Su residence; her secret stash of gold is all gone.

If all the court officials had the same pure and innocent heart as the Little Celestial Master, our Great Yong Dynasty would have been powerful long ago.

The emperor crumpled the letter into a ball and looked at Eunuch Liu, giving him instructions.

Eunuch Liu bowed and said, "Yes."

In Cining Palace, the Empress Dowager also heard the news of Prince Jing's death.

"Mother, Prince Jing has been discovered even in Yumen City. If we..."

Prince Qing sat beside the Empress Dowager with a frightened expression, his voice tense.

The Empress Dowager looked at him with disappointment. Her own son was good in every way, except that he was a bit timid.

To be honest, he was really not suited to be an emperor.

But like Prince Jing, how could she accept this?

"What are you afraid of? I'll take care of everything." The Empress Dowager's tone turned serious. "Stop talking such unlucky things."

Prince Qing leaned back in his chair and sighed, "I'm really not confident. That little celestial master is just too strange. Mother, haven't you noticed? Whenever we confront her, there's never a result."

"She's just a three-year-old toddler. No matter how capable she is, there are people who can deal with her." The Empress Dowager sneered. "Su Tang from the Marquis's mansion is her mortal enemy."

Prince Qing shrugged: "I don't think she can compare to Renbao."

The Empress Dowager's fingers trembled with anger: "You scoundrel, always spouting such discouraging words!"

Just then, a carrier pigeon flew into the Cining Palace.

The Empress Dowager's eyes sharpened, and she reached out, waiting for the carrier pigeon to land on her finger before taking the letter and unfolding it.

The letter was very brief.

"Qin Zhenzhen only agreed to enter the Prince Qing's mansion if she wanted to be his legal wife."

After reading it, the Empress Dowager paused slightly, then handed the letter to Prince Qing.

Prince Qing glanced at her, his face showing difficulty, and muttered, "She wants me to divorce the Princess Consort, but the Princess Consort has done nothing wrong, there is absolutely no reason to divorce her."

And what gave her the right to think that she, a mere merchant's daughter, could be compared to Prime Minister Cui's daughter?

In fact, what he said resonated with the Empress Dowager.

But she didn't say it aloud, fearing that Prince Qing, being so simple-minded, would immediately refuse.

She sat down again, her eyes deep in thought. She had to go to the Marquis's residence to see the old man in black robes in person.

She wanted to know whether Qin Zhenzhen was worth offending Prime Minister Cui.

The border region.

After Renbao finished sending off the spirits of the fallen heroes, she ate ten roasted chickens. Taoxiang gave her a fragrant bath, and then she had a good sleep.

She didn't open her eyes until the sun was high in the sky, and she tossed and turned in bed, not wanting to get up.

"Young lady, it's time to get up and have breakfast." Tao Xiang brought in warm water for washing up.

Compal: "I'm asleep!"

Tao Xiang chuckled. Her young lady was exceptionally intelligent, but she was prone to self-deception when it came to getting up.

"Little Celestial Master, get up quickly! A ghost has entered my room!" The Duke of Zhenguo's panicked voice came into the room.

Renbao instantly threw off the covers, jumped up, and stared blankly outside with his messy hair: "Where are the ghosts? I didn't feel anything!"