They were astonished at how his internal strength had improved to such an extent.
The palace doors behind them slowly opened.
Mo Yunzhao stood at the door with a gloomy expression.
Everyone knelt down on the ground in unison.
Mo Yunhan did not move.
The unease in my heart grew stronger.
He could even feel the magical artifact stirring within his dantian.
Jiang Qingwan once told him that magical artifacts can sense each other, and magical artifacts can also sense evil spirits.
There's definitely something wrong with Kunning Palace.
His gaze quickly shifted to what was behind Mo Yunzhao.
Passing through the courtyard, the main hall's doors were wide open, and the coffin lay steadily, without any sign of abnormality.
Mo Yunzhao stared coldly at Mo Yunhan with his dark eyes, then suddenly smiled slowly.
"Is Xiao Jiu worried about the Empress Dowager, or about me?"
Mo Yunhan withdrew his gaze and gave a slight bow.
"Of course I'm worried about my brother. If he is alright, it is a blessing for the Great Zhou."
Mo Yunzhao kindly raised his hand and offered a slight helping hand.
"Little Jiu is so kind. Everything is fine. We will send off the spirit tomorrow."
According to ancestral rules,
When the Empress Dowager passed away, her coffin had to remain in place for fifteen days before she could be buried in the imperial mausoleum.
There simply isn't enough time for the vigil right now.
"Shaoze,"
Mo Yunzhao raised his hand and beckoned, and Mo Shaoze immediately stood up.
"Your subject is here."
Mo Yunzhao looked at him with great approval.
"Your composure in handling matters greatly pleases me. I entrust you with full authority over the funeral procession and escort of the coffin. You may freely dispatch either the Imperial Guards or the patrol battalions."
Only the crown prince was qualified to escort the coffin to the funeral.
Gu Shaoze was clearly frightened.
"Father, I'm afraid my identity is..."
Mo Yunzhao seemed to have thought of this as well.
“Your current status is indeed a bit low, so let’s grant you an additional five pearls.”
Previously, the matter of annihilating the Ghost Sect had already earned him two additional pearls.
Now, add five more, and there will be seven beads.
The rank is equal to that of the Crown Prince.
The people around him had different expressions.
A flash of jealousy crossed Mo Shaoye's eyes.
His hands were clenched tightly inside his sleeves.
What right does someone born into a slave, a lowly person, have to become the King of the Seven Jewels?
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