Amid Cao Chengsi's shrill cries, Murong Chui ended his life with his own hands.
His soldiers had intended to do it for him, but Murong Chui laughed aloud. "I heard my elder brother tell the story of King Wu's campaign against Zhou. In the Oath at Mu, there is a line: 'Now I, Fa, reverently carry out Heaven's punishment.'
"How wonderful-'Today I, Ji Fa, can only reverently carry out the punishment of Heaven.'
"I entered the Wei State's imperial palace beneath the Luo River Goddess's great banner. Now, only by personally slaying the Wei Emperor can I claim the highest glory. Is the court historian here?
"He should record in the annals, 'Now I, Chui, reverently carry out the Luo River Goddess’s Punishment,' to make it known to posterity."
Personally killing an emperor whose reputation stank beyond endurance would be a glorious deed that immortalized Murong Chui in history. Naturally, he could not miss it.
The court historian?
"Your Highness, Cao Chengsi has already killed the court historian."
Murong Chui froze, then checked the words on his lips. Killing the court historian?
He lowered his head to look at Cao Chengsi, sprawled across the hall, and drew in a sharp breath. A long while passed before he said, "Then I ask all of you to record this matter and pass it on to the new court historian later."
The others stopped trying to dissuade him, and Murong Chui personally killed Cao Chengsi, bringing his ridiculous life to an end.
After Cao Chengsi's death, whoever took the throne would inevitably saddle him with an inauspicious posthumous title. There was no point discussing that anymore. He would not enter the ancestral temple either. By convention, a ruler like him should have his corpse exposed in the wilderness.
Of course, the Cao