Xu Zang rushed into the cave without regard for anything else, and the guards, forgetting about putting out the fire, all rushed up to pull him out.
Xu Zang unleashed terrifying internal energy, broke free of the guards, and went to save his beloved.
Countless hands reached out and pulled him upwards.
He is the emperor, the master of this land, and can do whatever he wants, except act arbitrarily.
He has responsibilities on his shoulders, which prevents him from acting recklessly.
Even if he were to be stabbed to death by the emperor, these guards would still have to hold him back.
The fire burned ever brighter, and the water used to put it out never stopped, until the third watch of the night before it was finally extinguished.
Xu Zang pushed aside the guards and was the first to step down the charred, trembling ladder.
He was carrying a pearl, which he originally intended to use to curry favor with Yi Mu, but he never expected it to end up being used in this way.
The underground palace was filled with smoke and fumes; the lingering smoke kept getting into my nose, and I couldn't stand it for long before I started coughing.
The guard brought over the wet robe and stuffed it into Xu Zang's hands.
Xu Zang covered his nose, his eyes stinging and watering, his vision blurred, and he couldn't see anything.
Xu Zang's heart sank to the bottom; he was terrified of seeing Yi Mu's corpse.
He now hopes that Yimu can escape, even if it's to a place he can't find for the time being.
He couldn't bear to think that Yimu would die; the mere thought of it made him feel like his world was collapsing.
"Your Majesty!"
The guard stopped and called out to Xu Zang with some fear.
Xu Zang stopped but did not turn around immediately.
The dim light in the underground palace flickered, reflecting the trembling of Xu Zang's hand holding the luminous pearl.
Behind him were two corpses, roughly the same size, their clothes burned away, leaving only their unrecognizable bodies.
Xu Zang's head was spinning; he couldn't hear anything.
Yi Mu and Yuan Bao disappeared together. They were about the same height. One year, Yuan Bao accidentally touched his senior brother's sword with his left little finger, which was then severed by the sharp sword.
There was also the jade pendant that Yi Mu always carried with him, a key token for commanding the merchant guild.
Even if you can't recognize their faces, these two points alone are enough to confirm their identities.
Xu Zang ordered all the guards to leave. He held Yi Mu's filthy body in his arms and wept bitterly.
He had no relatives left in this world, and he didn't care about his brothers and comrades at all.
Only Yimu, besides his mother, was the only person who truly cared for him.
Why did Yimu die when he had arranged everything and was ready to spend his life with him?
I clearly have so many things I want to do with him, how could he leave first?
Li Wenlan deserves to die, the Li family deserves to die, and the entire government and the public deserve to die!
His senior brother wouldn't have died if they hadn't insisted that he marry a concubine.
Xu Zang held Yi Mu's gradually cooling body, and his whole being descended into madness.
As dawn broke the next day, the guards who had been watching outside the underground palace all night saw their emperor emerge carrying a charred corpse.
The guards were all horrified. Overnight, the young emperor grew white hair, his expression was blank, and his eyes were empty, as if his soul had been taken away.
Despite the strong opposition from his ministers, Xu Zang held a grand state funeral for Yi Mu.
The coffin was temporarily placed in Huangling. Xu Zang personally designed the blueprints and ordered the construction of the mausoleum in preparation for his burial with Yi Mu after his death.
These things are all illogical and extremely likely to cause public discontent.
But after Xu Zang killed the third minister, no one dared to offer any advice, unless they didn't want to see the sun rise the next day.
Li Wenlan wanted to become empress, so Xu Zang sent her to a small foreign country.
The monarch of that country loved to share his concubines with his ministers, often indulging in nightly revelry, and every day concubines were carried out of the palace in gruesome state.
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