Jizi dared not take the carriage arrangements lightly.
As the only remaining member of the royal clan with any real standing, preparing the sacrifices was his duty.
A benevolent sovereign!
He was old and could no longer achieve great deeds, but King Zhou had already gone this far. While he could still move, he had to help shoulder his sovereign's burdens.
On the road, he sent swift riders to contact Chentang Pass near Phoenix Mountain and have them prepare the necessities for the ancestral sacrifice in advance. In the past, ancestral sacrifices had only been held in the Ancestral Temple. This one would be larger in scale, and it was not merely an ancestral sacrifice-it was also an act of confession and repentance on behalf of Zi Qi and Bi Gan. The preparations had to be grand.
Jizi's heart itched with anticipation. He wished he could borrow Wen Zhong's Ink Qilin and reach Phoenix Mountain as quickly as possible. This ancestral sacrifice would surely go down in the annals of history. Such a benevolent king would surely leave an exceptionally weighty mark upon them.
As soon as Jizi's carriage left Chaoge, the common people began discussing it.
With the Royal Guards circling Chaoge and shouting announcements every day, it was hard not to keep up with current affairs.
Though the Royal Guards' marching detracted from the city's appearance, and their bulk made it easy for them to block the streets, getting to hear interesting news was quite nice. It added a little extra amusement to the lives of Chaoge's people.
After learning of this, Bi Gan bowed several times toward the Royal Palace. How could he not know that such a grand ancestral sacrifice was meant to cleanse him of his guilt?
He had no way to repay it. All