The death of Zhao Tuo, King of Lingnan, was no great matter to the Han Court. After all, the Kingdom of Lingnan was not only an outer vassal state but also so far from the court that heaven was high and the emperor far away. Yet Zhao Tuo's death turned many people's eyes toward Zhao City once again.
Especially since Zhao Tuo's coffin had been transported to Zhao City-something countless people dreamed of but could never achieve.
And Duke Zhao, who seemed to have little presence, once again returned to everyone's thoughts, prompting an inward sigh: Duke Zhao, you really do know how to keep living.
When Luo State fell all those years ago, Luo Ling had already been close to his coming-of-age ceremony. He then spent more than a decade in Zhao City before emerging to destroy Qin. Now he was over a hundred years old, the only person alive who had met all three men: Qin Zheng, Xiang Yu, and Liu Bang.
Having walked all the way from the era of the States, he was practically a living fossil. Together with all the legends surrounding him, this made people feel an involuntary awe.
Liu Che was rather unhappy in Changle Palace. He was an emperor who liked to hold the reins of power alone, so Luo Ling's prestige naturally made him somewhat uncomfortable. But he was no brainless tyrant. He understood very well that he should not fall out with a God of the Human World like Luo Ling. Besides, Liu Che was now eagerly anticipating something: would Luo Ling, this living deity, actually die?
"Your Majesty, these are the posthumous titles the court officials have agreed upon for the King of Lingnan."
An attendant handed him a memorial. Liu Che unfolded it and read. One option was