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In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, another morning court session is underway.

The group of fifty-nine soldiers who fled from the capital to the north had successfully reached the northern border.

At the same time, the message that "General Wang Meng is the person chosen by the immortal Lin Ye" was brought to all regions along the way.

The news spread from village to village, from town to town, like wildfire meeting a parched wasteland, roaring and spreading, scorching countless bewildered hearts.

More and more people packed their bags and brought their families, forming silent but determined streams of people heading towards the harsh, cold land in the north that symbolized hope.

Finally, the news reached the capital.

Among the officials, an intelligence officer stepped forward and knelt down tremblingly.

He held a folded book in his hands, his hands trembling, the book itself shaking, the pages rustling loudly, a sound particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.

The official opened his mouth, touched his lips several times, and finally managed to squeeze out a sound, which was thin and trembling, like a mosquito's hum.

"Your Majesty...there's news that...General Wang Meng of the Northern Border...is the one chosen by Lin Ye..."

The official dared not look up at the person on the dragon throne, and could only desperately bend his waist down, his voice trembling more and more.

"Now, every day... the number of people flowing into the northern border is countless... and the various prefectures and counties cannot stop them..."

After uttering the last word, he felt as if his bones had been removed; his waist went limp, and he knelt down deeply, his forehead pressed against the cold gold brick, never daring to lift it again.

On the dragon throne, Shu Jingwei's eyes suddenly narrowed, and her sharp, cold light almost materialized.

Wang Meng.

It was him!

Because she was afraid that if he and Ye Fan were together, he would develop rebellious intentions and threaten her position, she deliberately sent Wang Meng to the border, far away.

She thought that the border region was harsh and cold, with little pay and food, and that he wouldn't last long there before collapsing on his own.

Unexpectedly, not only has he not collapsed, but he has also developed to such an extent by taking advantage of that fiend Lin Ye's influence!

Her fingers gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, her knuckles turning white one by one, making a faint cracking sound.

"Issue my decree!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a blade that made one's eardrums ache.

"Send Wang Meng back to the capital immediately! There must be no delay!"

As soon as she said that, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes darting away. No one dared to step forward, and no one dared to respond.

Everyone knew that delivering this message was a suicide mission.

Could Wang Meng possibly obey the imperial decree and return to the capital? Absolutely not!

Unless Ye Fan can come back to life now and bring him back.

I couldn't help but think of Ye Fan—

Suddenly, the sky outside the hall lit up!

Without warning, a blinding light burst in through the wide-open doors of the Hall of Supreme Harmony!

"What's going on!?"

"The sky! The sky is the sky! The sky has reappeared!!"

One of the officials exclaimed in surprise.

All the people of the Great Flame Kingdom at this moment—

Whether it's the emperor and his ministers with differing thoughts in the palace, the displaced refugees, the righteous army fighting bloody battles, or the common people still numbly toiling in the fields...

Tens of millions of people in different circumstances raised their heads simultaneously.

The originally gloomy sky was instantly wiped away by an invisible giant hand, turning into a bright curtain!

Immediately afterwards, light and shadow shifted, and the scene coalesced.

On the sky, there was a mourning hall.

Black curtains hung down from above, their edges fluttering gently in the wind, revealing the snow-white wall behind them, so white it was almost blinding.

The same pure white chrysanthemums stretched from the base of the coffin in the center of the hall all the way to the steps outside the door.

In the center of the white wall directly opposite the coffin is a huge character “奠” (diàn), black characters on a white background, with vigorous strokes, as if carved by a knife and axe, each stroke carrying a kind of awe-inspiring power that makes people dare not look directly at it.

Under the vast sky, the Great Flame Kingdom fell into a deathly silence.

At this time, it goes without saying who the funeral held by Lin Ye is for.

The barrage of comments instantly erupted.

[Commoner Erniu: That's... it's Lord Ye's funeral!!!]

[Commoner's Three Strikethroughs: Me, me too, may I see Lord Ye off...?]

[Commoner Zhang Fu: Thank you, Immortal Lin! Thank you, Immortal Lin! Lord Ye! I, Zhang Fu, have brought my entire family to see you off on your journey!]

……

Qingzhou.

The scarred man stared at the mourning hall in the sky, at the huge character "奠" (meaning "offering" or "condolence"), his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

Then he squatted down, squatted on the steps, buried his face in his knees, and his shoulders twitched.

Behind him, the people who had followed him in the rebellion knelt down one after another, their knees hitting the frozen, hard mud, but no one cried out in pain.

……

Fuxian County.

The veterans who had fought alongside Ye Fan also looked up at the mourning hall in the sky, their cloudy eyes reflecting the blinding white light.

"Lord Ye..."

His lips were trembling, and a hoarse, distorted breath escaped his throat, like the last gasp of an old ox before it died.

Then he took the knife from his waist, pointed it downwards, and stuck it into the ground in front of him. He held the hilt with both hands and slowly, straight down, knelt down.

The people behind him also knelt down one after another.

……

Along the eastern canal.

The leader of the salt merchants was also looking at the sky, his whole body frozen in place like a piece of dead wood struck by lightning, completely still.

A gust of wind blew through the sky, causing the black curtains to flutter like countless black hands gently waving, as if bidding them farewell.

He realized what was happening, silently turned around, and said in a hoarse voice to the emaciated people, "Kneel down. Kowtow to Lord Ye."

The people knelt down in a rush, their foreheads pressed against the cold ground, without uttering a sound.

……

north.

When Wang Meng stood on the city wall and saw the character "奠" (diàn), his eyes reddened and hot tears slid down his cheeks.

He wiped his face haphazardly, then knelt heavily before the oily, gleaming coffin in the sky.

That's great, he also has the chance to see Lord Ye off on his final journey!

Below him were the soldiers who had fled from the capital, the civilians who had poured in from all directions, and the generals who had fought and died alongside Wang Meng—

They all knelt down.

Knees slammed against the city wall and the muddy ground, producing a series of dull, resounding thuds.

……

The capital city, the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Shu Jingwei sat on the dragon throne, looking up at the mourning hall in the sky outside the hall.

Her chest, wrapped in the dragon robe, heaved violently, and the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the dress twisted and deformed with each breath.

He was cursing under his breath.

That damn Lin Ye!!!

She gripped the armrest tightly, her fingernails digging into the gold-lacquered wood grain, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Her flames were already in enough disarray because of him! And now he's making things even worse!!!

And that dead man, Ye Fan!

Why can't she die peacefully? Why make such a big fuss over a dead person!

She clenched her teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, the grinding of her molars traveling up her bones into her ears, like someone was hammering her head with a hammer.

The impact left her feeling dizzy and disoriented.

***!

Damn it! They all deserve to die!!!

Her lips were pressed tightly together, the lipstick seeping out from the corners of her mouth, resembling a bleeding wound on her pale face.

She did not speak.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would blurt out all the filth in her heart.

Since that damned sky descended, she has lost count of how many times she has embarrassed herself.

She absolutely cannot let herself be trampled on like this again!