Marry Her if You Love Her

Li Chenbai's car was not far away, and his heart skipped a beat upon hearing the commotion. He hurriedly opened the carriage's curtain to see the imperial physician carrying a medicine box, sweating profusely as he rushed around the messy crowd, yet he was unable to get close to the Second Prince. He simply jumped off the carriage, and together with Hong Ying, who was dressed as a guard, helped to separate the crowd.

Things were too big. The entire funeral procession stopped. The barman didn't dare to let the late emperor's catalpa Palace land on the ground, so he could only carry it on his shoulders and wait on the spot.

By the time Li Chenbai and the imperial physician arrived, the Second Prince's palanquin was already leaning against the side of the road. No one dared to approach it.

There were only a few guards of the Prince's estate surrounding the lonely carriage. Princess Lin Nan and Crown Prince Li Si fell to the ground, hugging each other and crying until they had no strength to stand up.

Inside the simple carriage, the King of Linnan, Li Yu Yi, had his hands and feet raised high behind his back in a flying posture, his fingers spread wide in spasms. His face was facing outwards, yet in such a twisted position, he still carried an intoxicated red blush along with a smile … In this dark and narrow space, it seemed exceptionally eerie.

The imperial physician was caught off guard. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked in the direction of the Imperial Physician. He screamed in fear and immediately dropped his hand. He plopped onto the ground with trembling eyes, unable to speak.

Li Chenbai looked at the lifeless Li Xiaoyi and took a step back. He held his fist tightly and could not control his anger.

He had already ascended to the throne! Do we have to kill them all?

Hong Ying stretched out his head to look, clicked his tongue, and whispered in Li Chenbai's ear, "Soaring Sky."

The name of this poison was Flying Heaven. It was extremely famous in the martial arts world.

There were twelve music gods in the sky, playing the waist drum, clapping the board, flute, flute, Rusheng, pipa, Ruan string, Qin and other musical instruments. As they played, the ceiling around them rotated, clouds drifted, and the twelve gods flew in the wind, light as a swallow, free and happy.

The people who died from the Soaring Poison were easy to recognize. Their faces were always smiling in an intoxicated manner, but there were twelve different kinds of weird postures of death. The form of the south of the sea was known as the "rebound lute".

Their master, Venerable Lord Ling, had no other choice but to allow him to roam the world without any proper work all year long. To think that he would actually get the position of Sect Leader, it could also be considered an unexpected surprise.

He could recognize this kind of blatant murder at a glance.

His lower lip curled up, and he leisurely blew into Liu Hai's chest, "Don't worry, with big brother here, he won't even think of touching a single hair on your head!"

Li Chengming, who was surrounded by the servants and officials, cried from a distance, "Second brother, second brother! Why can't you bear to think about it? "

Without even lifting the curtain to look at it, he slapped the carriage as he cried bitterly, "Brother, last night, royal father asked me in a dream that you wanted to accompany him, and even told me to persuade you against it. Who would have thought that you would actually do so? How can it be so easy! "

Li Chengming pounded his chest with all his might, and was so grieved that he was about to faint, "You are being foolish and filial! Foolish filial piety! "

His brother, who had lost his own flesh and blood, was crying sorrowfully and his bones were being crushed. The hundreds of officials who were serving with him were also crying as they went forward to comfort him.

After a long while, Li Chengming, who had been crying on the servant's body, finally regained his breath and ordered with tears in his eyes, "Pass down the decree, King of Linnan Li's filial piety moves the heavens. Jia Feng Emperor Lin Nan, followed by the late emperor, will be buried in the Hengshan Tomb, and will have the late emperor as his companion. "

In the blink of an eye, she turned to look at the dumbstruck Prince Lin Nan and the Crown Prince and sighed, "A weak woman like you is truly pitiful. From then on, Crown Prince Li Si inherited the title of King of the South and earned a salary as a prince of the Twin Princes. "

He personally bent down and helped Li Si, who was five or six years old, up. He wiped away the tears on Li Si's face. He then tenderly and lovingly embraced Li Si:

"Since you're young, you should live with your mufei in the palace and study for a few more years. There is no need to worry about the concubines in the estate. Uncle Huang will send someone to take care of them for you. If there is anything you need, Uncle Huang will take charge for you. "

His face darkened again as he said to the surroundings, "Listen carefully. Prince Lin Nan has followed the late emperor. His filial piety is commendable. We will not allow anyone to bully anyone in his residence, nor will we allow anyone to disturb the peace between mother and son!"

Li Chenbai lowered his head and replied along with the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the poor mother and her son — from now on, they would be under house arrest in a golden silk cage.

The King of Linnan was deeply trusted by the late emperor. He had commanded the imperial guards for many years and was the only prince who had not been released, excluding the new emperor, Li Chengming. With his death, the soldiers naturally returned to Li Chengming.

Just for the sake of five thousand soldiers, he had taken his own younger brother's life!

Li Chenbai's entire body turned cold. He could already feel the Bloody Butcher Blade above his head. Even though he had the protection of his own sect, it was just a small sect like the Pure Jade Sect. If they wanted to fight against the imperial court, it would be no different than a mantis trying to block a chariot.

The distance from the capital to the Hengshan mausoleum was over four hundred li. Every hundred miles, there would be a reed temple set up for the mourners to rest. This way, they would walk and stop, and the funeral procession would move extremely slowly.

The aftermath of Prince Linnan's death was handed over to the Ministry of Rites, and the mission had to be completed before the catalpa palace reached the Mausoleum. The sudden order had made the people from the Ministry of Rites fall flat on their backs. There were too many things to be prepared: the prince's gown, the coffin, the burial objects, the eulogy...

Fortunately, there were still a few more days before the funeral procession arrived at the Hengshan Tomb, so the Minister of Rites could only send people back and forth between the capital and the capital as fast as possible. Finally, before the Emperor's catacombs were buried, he had also finished embalming Prince Lin Nan and sent him to the Hengshan Tomb.

The funeral procession stopped a mile away from the main gate. In order to show respect for the emperor's resting place, one could not ride a carriage from here on out.

Li Chenbai was in the car, tidying up his appearance and handing over the Sobbing Rod. Li Chenbai reached out his hand to take it and get off, but before he could do so, a chopstick flew over and knocked on the back of the guard's hand. The guard's hand went numb, and the Sobbing Rod fell onto the carriage.

Hong Ying raised his eyebrows and lifted a pinch of his lips. He then blew away the strands of hair on his forehead and proudly waved the other chopstick in his hand towards Li Chenbai.

"You!" Wei Gang flew into a rage. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to settle the score with Hong Ying. Wasn't this adding fuel to the fire? Could it be that even after delaying for so long, there were still some good fruits to eat?

"Poison!" Hong Ying's words were light as a feather, instantly turning the high morale of the guards into nothing.

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On the other side, the teachers had already placed the catalpa palace in the catacombs hall and closed the thousand jin gate that sealed the entrance to the catacombs. From then on, no one was allowed to disturb the peaceful sleep of a generation of emperors.

But Prince Linan, who should have enjoyed a luxurious mausoleum on his own and buried with his wife and concubine, could only be placed in a corner of the secondary hall of the Emperor's Tomb along with many other funeral objects because of the new emperor's decree. None of the civil and military officials in the imperial court dared to act outrageously … It was evident how powerful the new emperor was.

The late emperor finished his burial and the vast procession of mourners entered the main gate of the cemetery on foot. The filial son led the way, holding a mournful staff in his hand. They entered the Grace Hall through the wide divine path.