Jingyang County, the ancestral home of King Ning.

Shou Bo stayed in the ancestral hall.

Wipe each spirit tablet personally.

Then he picked up the brush and painted the gold paint on it.

Perhaps it was his age, but every time he finished painting a memorial tablet, he would rest for a moment. But he had been doing this for decades, and it was a habit. Originally, it was done on a different day, but now he chose to clean the ancestral hall on the anniversary of the death of the old Prince Ning. Emperor Feng was also a good man, having designated the anniversary of the death of the old Prince Ning as a national mourning day, forbidding celebrations throughout the country.

After everything was drawn, Shou Bo breathed a sigh of relief.

Raise your hand and light the white candle.

Burn incense one by one again.

The Ning Wang Mansion is full of loyal and brave people!

There has never been a coward.

Each of them has made outstanding military achievements.

Now Ning Que also has the ability to stand on his own.

He led his personal guards on an expedition to Goguryeo.

If all goes well, the last wish of the old King Ning will be fulfilled.

Destroy Goguryeo!

Let Liaodong no longer have any trouble from the east!

"You all should go back too."

"We must fast and eat vegetarian food for the next few days."

"No one in the county is allowed to celebrate."

"promise!"

The others raised their hands and left.

Shoubo has gotten used to it over the years.

On the anniversary of the death of the old Prince Ning, the servants in the palace would also be given a day off so that they could go back to visit their relatives' graves. In Ning Que's words, this could also be considered Qingming Festival.

When Ning Que was in Chang'an, he rarely came to his ancestral home.

Shou Bo is like an elderly person left behind.

But he was used to it.

Never complain about anything.

Because he knew that Ning Que, like the old King Ning, had a compassionate character. Every time he came to Jingyang and saw white couplets hanging in every household, Ning Que would feel sad.

Shou Bo ate simple white rice porridge.

Looking at the empty ancestral hall.

He is old now.

There aren't many good teeth left in his mouth.

So I could only eat some white porridge to fill my stomach.

After finishing his meal, he prepared to get up and clean up.

But there was a sudden and steady knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!"

"ah?"

Shou Bo was immediately surprised.

He quickly opened the door of the ancestral hall with the help of a cane.

At the door stood Emperor Feng, who was only wearing casual clothes.

This time, even Manager Hu was not brought along.

There were just many guards standing on both sides of the door.

But it's a little weird...

All of these guards wore bronze masks.

They were all murderous.

It is completely different from the Yulin Army we usually see.

"Old slave, I pay my respects to His Majesty!"

"Shou Bo is old, so there's no need for such grand ceremony." Emperor Feng walked forward with a smile, raised his hand to help Shou Bo up, and said softly, "Today is the anniversary of my uncle's death, and it's also a national mourning day for my great Feng. I happened to have some free time, so I wanted to come and pay my respects to my uncle."

"Your Majesty is thoughtful!"

Shou Bo's eyes were red with emotion.

Lianlian raised his hands forward.

He had heard Ning Que say that Emperor Feng was renowned for his diligence. He would never rest until he had completed his duties. His willingness to travel from Chang'an to Jingyang to pay respects to the old Prince Ning was truly remarkable.

Emperor Feng just nodded.

After entering the ancestral hall, he raised his hand.

The guards tactfully closed the door of the ancestral hall.

He walked forward slowly.

Take the sandalwood respectfully.

He bowed three times towards the spirit tablet of the old King Ning.

Shou Bo just stood by and watched blankly.

Then, as if unable to control himself, he murmured.

“Similar, so similar!”

Emperor Feng paused.

But still put the sandalwood in place.

Looking at the memorial tablet, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"What did you say it looked like?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I hope you'll forgive me." Shou Bo quickly raised his hand and whispered, "I just saw Your Majesty's voice and appearance, and I felt that they were very similar to the old prince."

"Yeah?"

Emperor Feng suddenly laughed.

He just looked at Shou Bo.

"Tell me, how are they similar?"

"The resemblance is especially strong in their eyebrows. Too much." Shou Bo obviously hadn't realized anything yet. He just said softly, "However, Prince Ning is originally from the Dafeng clan, so some resemblance is normal. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's rare to see someone so like Your Majesty."

Shou Bo was also deeply moved.

He grew up watching the old King Ning.

He has always been by my side, serving me.

In terms of physiognomy, Emperor Feng and the young Prince Ning are truly alike. Both are also extremely diligent in their work and have taken the affairs of the world as their own responsibility since childhood.

Ning Que was a little weird...

Shou Bo remembered clearly that Ning Que had been a mischievous child, often punished, causing chaos throughout Prince Ning's mansion. Despite his apparent ability and talent, Ning Que chose not to study literature or martial arts, instead spending his days hanging out with the craftsmen. Finally, the old Prince Ning was so enraged that he had no choice but to send Ning Que to Kunlun Mountain.

Whether in appearance or personality, Ning Que was incompatible with the Ning Palace. Personality might be acquired, but appearance couldn't be changed. Shou Bo had always lived in the palace, and though he had forgotten many things due to his age, how could he have forgotten the appearance and voice of the old Ning Prince and the other princes?

Ning Que...is indeed not very similar to them.

Shou Bo had been in Jingyang for these years, and he had rarely seen Emperor Feng. Now that he suddenly saw him, he felt that he had a bit of the demeanor of the old Prince Ning.

"Yes." Emperor Feng nodded calmly and said softly, "I heard that when Xiaoning was born, Shoubo was attacked. After that, Xiaoning suddenly fell seriously ill and almost died. Fortunately, she was saved by the help of the great doctor Chang."

"That's true..." Shou Bo looked at Emperor Feng in confusion, "Why are you suddenly asking about this now?"

"Oh? Xiao Ning asked you too?"

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