Linzi City, Prince Ning's Mansion.

Pieces of paper money were scattered on both sides of the street.

Countless people came spontaneously.

They stood on both sides.

They are all crying.

Some even need help from others to stand.

At this moment, the coffin carrying Ning Que has arrived.

The personal guards rode on horseback to escort them in front.

Ouyang Zheng and others personally carried the coffin.

There were also many personal guards escorting him.

The guards held the urn in both hands.

All of them had faces full of sorrow.

He only wore white clothes and mourning clothes.

"Welcome Prince Ning's three guards into the city!"

"Welcome Prince Ning's three guards into the city!"

“…”

The voice was mournful and echoed throughout the city of Linzi.

Ning Que actually didn't spend much time in charge of Linzi.

But under his governance, Linzi recovered quickly.

Many corrupt officials were executed.

The bandits roaming around were also wiped out.

All Tian Zhongxun brought them was war!

Disaster!

poor!

But Ning Que is completely different.

He restored peace and tranquility to Linzi.

The brine sprinkling method was developed to stabilize sea salt production.

At the same time, ports and ships were built.

Fishermen live a pretty good life thanks to the profits from fish and salt.

Under Ouyang Zheng's governance, the government was clean and honest.

All this is Ning Que's credit.

Just when things were getting back on track, Ning Que died...

Finally, a beautiful figure appeared at the front of the street.

Shen Qinghe walked slowly towards them, holding the baby.

Now all that can be heard is sobbing.

Everyone looked at him at the same time.

"Husband, I'm coming."

"Look, this is our child."

"Hurry up and hug him..."

"He's very obedient now."

"His eyebrows and eyes are also very similar to yours."

Shen Qinghe's eyes were filled with tears.

He lay on the coffin and spoke with sobs.

Qingfeng and Mingyue followed behind, also very sad.

"Mistress..."

"The dead cannot be resurrected!"

"You must cheer up."

"No, he's not dead!" Shen Qinghe turned away like a madman, her eyes red and sobbing, "My husband won't die. He promised me that he would come back alive. You...why are you crying? My husband won the battle, that's a good thing. You all need to be well, you should celebrate for her."

"Mistress!"

The breeze and the bright moon are already weeping uncontrollably.

As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

True grief is never loud and noisy.

Shen Qinghe was just holding the baby.

Tears couldn't stop falling.

Her whole body was shaking.

His appearance made countless people feel distressed.

They were all wiping their tears, not knowing what to say.

"Madam... let the prince set off..."

Uncle Fu walked forward with tears in his eyes.

Chang Baicao also sighed.

Finally, Shen Qinghe raised his hand.

Seeing this, Uncle Fu walked forward.

"Carry the coffin, set off!!!"

"We respectfully send off the prince!"

“…”

Everyone in the crowd knelt on the ground.

He kept bowing towards the coffin.

A faint sigh came from the attic in the distance.

Ning Que took off the mask in his hand and rubbed his eyes.

Sitting opposite were Ximen Jie and Yi Suiyun.

"Why, are you sad?"

"Even though it's fake, I still feel bad." Ning Que raised the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp. "These people are all good people. But because of the struggle for royal power, they will eventually be dragged into it. When the country prospers, the people suffer; when the country perishes, the people suffer. Since I faked my death, I have thought about these issues many times. If my parents were still alive, and Emperor Feng had not slaughtered innocent people, perhaps even if I knew the truth, I would have given up the throne to him. But now, the hatred of the country and the family is added, I must make him pay!"

"Yeah, not bad."

Yi Suiyun put down his wine jar and said, "Well, you're not wrong. The Emperor has indeed issued an edict, demanding that the eldest sister return to Chang'an with the child. It seems like a reward, but in reality it also means house arrest. Then he will be able to control the Ning Palace, and the people of the world will see how he cares for the Ning Palace's widow, and they will all think he is a good emperor."

Let’s not talk about Emperor Feng’s character.

As far as political intrigue is concerned, there is nothing to say.

Be able to make full use of things and confuse all living beings.

Create the image of a good emperor.

Even many court officials were speechless.

"Whether my family can be reunited depends on you..."

Ning Que looked at the Yulin Army in the city.

Sigh softly.

Many of these Yulin soldiers were recommended by him.

He had also received training at Prince Ning's Mansion before.

Some even came from the Three Guards.

And now we can only kill him!

"Don't worry, leave it to us."

"Speaking of which, your little bastard is really interesting."

"Now he's quite well-behaved."

"Tsk tsk tsk, eat and sleep every day."

"She rarely cries at night."

"The nurse said she had never seen such a well-behaved baby."

Yi Suiyun rolled his eyes at Ximen Jie helplessly.

"Senior Brother Ximen, please stop envying me."

"His child was right before his eyes, but he couldn't hold him."

"Look, this guy's eyes are red."

“…”

Ning Que immediately smiled bitterly and waved his hand.

These two guys sang the same tune and stabbed him in the heart.

"If you like, you can marry and have children."

"What's the point of looking at my family one by one?"

"No, no, no, getting married and having children is still too troublesome." Ximen Jie waved his hands impatiently, "Other people's children are more interesting. I think it would be better to adopt a foster child in the future. If someone's child has good aptitude, I will snatch him away."

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