In order to say this, Luo Ling seemed to have used up all his strength. In fact, he really used up all his strength and fell into a permanent sleep. A faint smile remained on his handsome face.

At this point, the King of Southwestern Luo... passed away.

Xia Chan seemed to have sensed something, her body suddenly stiffening as she hugged Luo Ling tightly. She heard what Luo Ling said and secretly blamed herself. She shouldn't have cried. The prince didn't like women crying. The prince liked her because she was strong. She just cried in front of the prince. Would the prince still like her in the future?

Xia Chan endured the pain in her heart and wiped the tears from her face stubbornly. She said, "Don't cry! I won't cry!"

"Princess..." This was the scene that Vice General Zhang saw when he arrived. The princess was holding the prince's body, neither crying nor making a fuss, neither happy nor sad. She seemed numb, motionless like a wooden figure. Surrounding her were Lizhou soldiers cleaning up the scene. And there was the silent and silent Emperor Retired and others...

As for the Southwestern Army... they were completely wiped out, but there was no trace of a fight at the scene.

Xia Chan heard the voice, looked up blankly, and asked Deputy General Zhang softly, "General Zhang Mian... will the prince... wake up?"

Xia Chan's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. She clearly wanted Luo Ling to wake up, but the way she lowered her voice seemed to be

Deputy General Zhang secretly clenched his fists, and despite the pain in his chest, he replied, "Yes."

Just one word, but the answer was powerful and resounding.

Hearing this, Xia Chan nodded to herself, lowered her eyes to look at Luo Ling's pale face, and said in a daze: "That's good."

Jiang Huan clearly hadn't anticipated Luo Ling's suicide, and he still couldn't recover from the shock. He recalled a time long ago when he and Jiang Ling had come to Lizhou City together to find a way for Jiang Ling to return home. They'd run into some trouble, and it was Luo Ling who had come to their aid...

Although it may seem like meddling, I did help after all.

Seeing Jiang Huan still in a daze, Ji Jiangshen said: "For him, this is..."

Luo Ling is a proud man with ambition and aspirations. He came here with the determination to win, but was defeated miserably. He would not be able to face the people of the southwest. Rather than being imprisoned in the southwest forever, it would be better for him to die.

Jiang Huan also figured it out, and when he was about to leave, he saw a familiar figure riding a black horse galloping towards him. She was wearing a light blue robe, her black hair was tied up high, and she exuded an innate nobility. The wind tore her robe and long hair wantonly. From a distance, Jiang Huan thought it was Xiao Moyan, but when he looked closely, he found that it was Ji Xingzhi.

"Lady?" Jiang Huan frowned slightly as he saw Ji Xingzhi approaching. Why was the lady here? And dressed like this?

Jiang Huan's attention was always on Ji Xingzhi, so he didn't notice that Ji Jiangshen's gaze suddenly turned colder.

Ji Xingzhi pulled the reins, the horse neighed, raised its front hooves and suddenly stopped. Sitting on the horse's back, he stared at Jiang Huan indifferently. His eyes glanced at Ji Jiangshen and Liu Yang, and finally his gaze stopped on Luo Ling and Xia Chan.

After traveling all night, he still arrived late. Luo Bai must be sad...

Sighing secretly, Ji Xingzhi supported himself on the horse's back, lifted his legs and turned to dismount, landing neatly on the ground. He led the horse and walked slowly to Ji Jiangshen. Under Jiang Huan's puzzled gaze, he called out softly, "Father."

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