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Yao's accidental death was not Xuan Tianming's original intention, but he frowned at the coffin for a long time, frightening the soldiers around him so much that they dared not breathe. Feng Jinyuan had let it go and was not too afraid, but Ji Lingtian and the official who killed Yao were so scared that they wet their pants, fearing that the Ninth Prince would get excited and kill them on the spot.
However, Xuan Tianming did not choose to kill the two of them at this time. He ordered people to open Yao's coffin, and after personally confirming the identity of the deceased, he immediately ordered the preparation of a new expensive coffin and a grand burial on the third day. Then he returned to the house where he was temporarily living in Shaping City.
But everyone could see that the Ninth Prince had a bad look on his face, and it was likely that things would not end well. Feng Jinyuan saw that everyone was standing there watching the Ninth Prince leave, and then no one had any ideas, so he took the initiative to speak to the soldiers: "Now we should first send someone to the coffin shop to buy the best coffins according to the instructions of His Highness the Ninth Prince. At the same time-" He looked at Ji Lingtian with hatred in his eyes, "Imprison these two people and watch them carefully. Don't make any mistakes. Do you understand what I mean? It means that we can't let them get well, but we can't let them die either. It's too easy for them to die easily." He paused, and then said: "As for me... Yao is my first wife after all, let me handle this funeral! Don't worry, I won't run away. Besides, this is Shaping City, the territory of His Highness the Ninth Prince. Even if I want to run, I have nowhere to go."
The soldiers thought what he said made sense. In addition, Feng Jinyuan had been quite honest along the way. Anyway, they didn't dare to ask the Ninth Prince for instructions. It would be better for them to do as he said. At worst, they could ask General He Gan later.
People immediately took action, some bought coffins, some chose cemeteries, and some chose cemeteries. But in fact, everything was easy to do, except choosing a cemetery, which was really difficult.
This is a desert, with sand everywhere. Where can you find a place to bury a person? The water source in the city is suitable for digging, but that river is the lifeblood of the people in Shaping City. It is not good to bury a coffin next to it. In addition, Song Kang said that no one can guarantee what will happen to the body after it is buried for a long time. If it rots too much and pollutes the water source, it will be fatal.
The soldiers had no other choice. Even after asking He Gan, he could not come up with an idea. In the end, they could only put their hopes on Feng Jinyuan. Feng Jinyuan had never done anything serious since he fell from the position of Left Prime Minister. Even when he pretended to be a princess with Yao Shi and Fu Ya and listened to Ji Lingtian calling him Left Prime Minister, to be honest, he did not get back much of the feeling he once had. But now, when he was arranging the funeral for Yao Shi, he felt like he had returned to a few years ago, back to the time when the Feng family was still glorious. Everything was decided by him, and the people below would ask him for instructions if they did something they did not understand.
Feng Jinyuan took the initiative to find a cemetery. He visited several people in Shaping City and asked them sincerely how they buried their dead. In fact, Yao's body should be transported back to the capital, after all, that is where the Yao family's roots are. But the conditions do not allow it. The South Realm is too hot. It has already started to rot after just two days. If it is tossed around, the coffin may not be able to leave Luotian Mansion and will be completely destroyed. Burying on the spot is the safest. If the Yao family is willing to move it after a few years, it is also possible to send people to move it.
The people of Shaping City told him that there was a small oasis ten miles east of the city. People did not build a city there, but used it to bury the deceased. But the Yao family was an outsider, so they should not be buried there. The prefect of Shaping City would not agree to bury outsiders there. After all, the place was too small. If they buried people at will, it would be easy to run out of land. Then it would be bad if the people of Shaping City could not bury their dead there. So for many years, every family in the city had to go to the government to register for funerals, and only with a note from the prefect would they be allowed to bury in the oasis.
But the people also said: "Now that Shaping has been under the rule of Dashun, there is no need to worry about the etiquette and laws of ancient Shu. As long as the ninth prince of Dashun agrees, there will be no problem."
Feng Jinyuan knew Xuan Tianming would definitely agree, so he didn't even ask, and directly arranged for the soldiers to take him to the oasis to take a look, choose a good place, dig the grave, and carve the tombstone. When carving the tombstone, Feng Jinyuan personally went to ask Xuan Tianming for instructions, asking him to come up with an idea on how to write the inscription and in whose name to erect it.
Xuan Tianming was also unambiguous and immediately expressed his opinion: "Of course it will be established in the name of this king and Heng Heng." After thinking about it again, he said: "Add Zi Rui."
Feng Jinyuan bowed to him, said nothing more, and left. Xuan Tianming was sitting in the hall of the temporary house in Shaping City. Beside him, Song Kang was also there, fiddling with some medicine. Xuan Tianming said helplessly, "Can you find another place to tinker with these things? Don't you have your own room?"
Song Kang answered as a matter of course: "Before I left, my master told me to take good care of His Highness."
Xuan Tianming was speechless. Watch? That's the view? Feng Yuheng meant to let Song Kang keep an eye on his health at all times, okay? Why is this guy watching him like a thief? But he was too lazy to follow his plan. Generally speaking, Song Kang was not annoying. He was a medical geek, immersed in medicine. Even if the two of them were in the same room, they might not have any communication for a whole day, busy with their own things, not interfering with each other. In addition, nearly half of the 100,000 troops in Qianzhou were still unable to stand the heat, and emergencies were always happening. Xuan Tianming would always ask him about the soldiers' situation.
But this time, after Feng Jinyuan left, Song Kang did have something to say. He stared at Feng Jinyuan's departing back for a while, then said, "Did this guy take some good medicine? He seems to be back to normal now."
Xuan Tianming snorted coldly: "Some people will not turn back until they die. They have to see what true death is before they will change their minds. If we had treated Yao and Ah Heng like this in the past, why would the Feng family end up like this?"
Song Kang sniffed and agreed, "Yes! He doesn't want such a good daughter of my master, but insists on getting a wild one. I don't know what his brain is made of. Why don't I cut it open one day and take a good look?"
Xuan Tianming did not discuss with him any further. Song Kang's mind was full of cutting this and cutting that, and he even said that he learned how to cut people's skulls from his wife. He was really... perverted!
Song Kang naturally didn't know Xuan Tianming's high evaluation of him. He turned around and continued to study those potions.
Soon, the day of Yao's burial arrived. Everyone got up early that morning, including Xuan Tianming, who changed out of his purple robe and put on a white dress for the first time.
Almost no one has seen the Ninth Prince wearing white clothes. In people's minds, white clothes seem to be the representative of the Seventh Prince. But now seeing the Ninth Prince wearing it, he thinks it looks very good, with a hint of sadness in his evil charm, and his aura is very unique.
It can be said that Yao's funeral was handled by Feng Jinyuan alone. Even though Xuan Tianming felt that Yao was Feng Yuheng's biological mother after all, the relationship between the mother and daughter was there, and what Yao had done was also there. It was a favor for him to order a grand funeral, and he didn't need to worry about it any more.
Fortunately, Feng Jinyuan took the matter very seriously, and with some guilt and affection for Yao, the funeral was really grand. A mourning hall was set up in the past few days. Every night he would kneel in front of Yao's spirit and burn paper money one by one. So much so that on the day of the burial, Feng Jinyuan's eyes were dark and he looked listless.
The coffin was transported from Lanzhou by Xifang himself. It was made of top-quality nanmu wood. He Gan and Xifang considered themselves to be Feng Yuheng's disciples, so they took the initiative to undertake the task of carrying the coffin. They carried the front two corners, while the back two corners were given to Song Kang and Bai Ze, who had always been following Xuan Tianming.
Feng Jinyuan walked in front carrying a spirit banner and a basket in his hand. From time to time, he took out a handful of paper money and threw it into the sky, but he didn't say anything.
Xuan Tianming also followed the coffin, walking silently, looking at the surprised eyes of the people in Shaping City, wondering if Feng Yuheng would blame him when he got here? Although Yao Shi was not killed by him, she died because of his order. In this matter, he did need to bear a certain responsibility.
Ji Lingtian and the official were taken to Shaping City, along with Ji Lingtian's wife Jiang. Jiang, who was walking beside Ji Lingtian, had already cried so much that she lost her image. She would ask people around her from time to time, "Is the Ninth Prince going to kill us?"
The soldiers around him snorted coldly and said bluntly, "Why? You two had the guts to conspire with the Eighth Prince to create a fake princess, but you didn't expect that one day you would have to pay the price for it? You dared to exterminate nine clans, but when it came to the actual extermination of nine clans, why did you lose your courage?"
Jiang was paralyzed when she heard this. If there was no one behind her, she would have sat on the ground like a puddle of mud. Even now, it was extremely embarrassing. Ji Lingtian felt miserable when he saw his wife like this, but there was nothing he could do. Just like the soldier said, when he recognized Fu Ya as the Princess of Ji'an, he should have thought that one day he would have to pay a painful price for this. It was just that he was too optimistic before. He didn't expect that the Ninth Prince's army would be so brave. Without the help of Bian Nan's 300,000 troops, they actually took down the first city of Ancient Shu. I'm afraid that the Eighth Prince, who was far away in Beijing, would not have thought of this!
He sighed bitterly and said sorry a thousand times to his wife in his heart. Then he thought of the three words "annihilate the nine clans" and began to mourn for his family again.
The oasis east of Shaping City was soon reached. The location Feng Jinyuan had chosen for his tomb was very good, with a big tree behind it and a water source nearby. When one stood there, one felt relaxed and happy, and the scorching heat in the desert was almost gone.
Xuan Tianming didn't know Feng Jinyuan had such a skill, so he nodded with satisfaction, but didn't say much. In his opinion, no matter how much Feng Jinyuan did to make amends, he couldn't make up for the heart he had lost, let alone the unfair treatment his wife had received in the Feng family over the years. Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Feng Jinyuan invited a local Feng Shui master from Shaping to help preside over Yao's funeral, and the ceremony was very formal and grand.
Before the coffin was put into the coffin, Xuan Tianming said: "Lanzhou Magistrate Ji Lingtian, along with the murderous officials, should be beheaded together to offer sacrifice to Madam Yao's soul in heaven!"
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