"Awroo..."
For some reason, the Young Dragon felt it had done something tremendous. It moved along happily, gradually leaving the Capital City behind.
"Awroo..."
As it was about to depart, the Young Dragon seemed to sense something and looked down. The storm still raged, rain connecting heaven and earth, as though its gaze met that of someone below.
The ceremonial robes were broad and heavy, twelve strands of jade beads hanging before his brow. Su Ziji withdrew his gaze, and the bead strings swayed only faintly, making scarcely a sound.
The guards surrounded him, deployed by sectors. A sentry every three steps, a guard post every five; all were attendants bearing spears and halberds, bows and blades.
Su Ziji went straight to the Western Pavilion. Beneath bright yellow gauze and through winding corridors, palace maids and eunuchs all knelt prostrate. He merely cast them a glance before entering.
Lu Fengyun, Wen Xunpeng, Jian Qu, and Cen Rubai were all present. Only Zeng Nianzhen remained outside, still commanding the troops and guards. Beside the screen stood Zhao Bingzhong, Yu Han, and Gao Ze, the three chief eunuchs, respectfully bent in attendance.
"At last, the great undertaking has been achieved."
Taking in the scene, Lu Fengyun felt that all their hardships had been worth it... As he was musing, he heard the rustle of robes, and Su Ziji had already taken his seat.
As they had already conferred beforehand, Lu Fengyun rose and bowed, saying in a clear voice, "A son fulfills filial duty with wholehearted sincerity and proper rites. Yet the realm cannot go a single day without a ruler. Therefore, when the Son of Heaven observes mourning, he counts days as months and wears plain mourning robes for twenty-seven days."
"The late Emperor's grand encoffining has taken place, and a