Winter, the third year of Ganlu.
Another major event occurred in Luoyang: Grand General Hu Zun passed away at the age of seventy-one.
After being chosen as Grand General, Hu Zun had spent his days eating, drinking, and enjoying himself. He often invited the ministers to his residence and even had them compose poetry and rhapsodies. His life had been thoroughly comfortable.
In the bitter winter of that year, he finally failed to withstand the passage of time and departed this world.
He left no final words. After finishing a day's banquet as usual, he returned to his room to sleep and never rose again.
His son arranged his funeral, and Cao Mao went in person to bid him farewell.
The ministers deliberated on his posthumous title, and every aspect of his funeral accorded with the highest honors available to a subject.
Although Cao Mao was deeply saddened, he did not remain immersed in grief.
In history, the Grand General should have died seven years earlier. He had lived until now, fulfilled all his ambitions, and suffered no torment from illness at the end. For a general who had weathered a hundred battles, seventy-one was truly a very long life.
Grand General Hu's children also returned to Luoyang from their various locations.
Wen Yang only learned the news when he returned to Youzhou with his troops.
Wen Yang was deeply shocked as well. He had clearly seen him while in Luoyang, and he had still seemed so hale and hearty, so warm.
Guanqiu Jian sat in the seat of honor, his expression sorrowful.
"The Grand General was a soldier through and through. He rose through warfare and spent all these years winning merit and making his mark. I only hope the ministers give him a good posthumous title, rather than