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Chapter 1826 Princess Funeral

When Ye Ziwei and his companions finally arrived in the capital after a long journey, the sun had quietly set, and the blood-red setting sun generously cast its last rays of light on the ancient and thick city walls.

This city wall has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, ups and downs, honors and disgraces, and at this moment it is silently watching this group of people full of hope.

Ye Ziwei held the reins tightly in her hands, her eyes looking around eagerly, her heart filled with anticipation of meeting her sister soon.

However, fate always seems to like playing tricks on people. The moment they set foot in the capital, a piece of bad news came like a bolt from the blue - Zhang Gaoyi had already left the capital with Ye Zifen's coffin!

This news was like a ruthless sword, instantly piercing all the hope and joy in Ye Ziwei's heart.

She opened her eyes wide and looked ahead in disbelief, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, swirling around in her beautiful eyes, and could burst out at any time.

"How could this happen... We came here from thousands of miles away, but we couldn't even see my sister for the last time..." Ye Ziwei murmured to herself with trembling lips, her voice filled with endless sadness and despair.

After hearing the news, the smiles on the faces of the people nearby disappeared instantly, replaced by deep disappointment and sadness.

Some people could not even bear this sudden blow. Their legs went limp and they squatted on the ground, holding their heads with their hands and crying loudly.

"Why? Why is this happening..." Their mournful cries echoed in the empty streets, as if trying to vent out all the pain in their hearts.

For a moment, the whole street was shrouded in deep sorrow.

Ye Ziwei felt heartbroken as she watched the scene in front of her, but she knew she had to be strong at this moment.

She took a deep breath, blinked away the tears in her eyes, and tried to calm herself down.

"Don't be too sad, we have to understand that Zhang Gaoyi may have his own reasons for doing this..." Although she said comforting words, her heart seemed to be torn in two, and she was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

Led by Ye Ziwei, everyone slowly walked towards the Princess's Mansion.

Every step I take feels like there are a thousand pounds of weight under my feet, as if I am carrying the weight of the entire world.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows into long lines, casting lonely and desolate silhouettes on the ground.

In this magnificent mansion, a solemn atmosphere enveloped every inch of space like a leaden cloud, making people feel suffocated and depressed.

The eldest princess' exquisite tablet was like a silent monument, standing quietly in the center of the lobby, exuding a solemn atmosphere.

Ye Ziwei, dressed in plain clothes, looked pale and walked forward with heavy steps.

With her slightly trembling hands, she carefully picked up the incense candle and lightly struck it with a match, instantly igniting a faint flame.

As the incense and candles were lit, wisps of smoke rose up, just like the eldest princess's ethereal soul gradually fading away.

"Princess, have a pleasant journey..." Ye Ziwei's voice was low and hoarse, with an uncontrollable tremor.

Every word was like blood and tears squeezed from the depths of the heart, filled with deep respect and endless grief for the eldest princess.

The others followed closely behind and silently stepped forward to pay their respects.

Some of them bowed their heads in silence, some whispered prayers, and everyone's face was filled with tears of sadness.

The time they once spent with the eldest princess now flooded into their minds like a tide, immersing them in a whirlpool of memories.

After the mourning ceremony, people slowly turned around and left, their steps seemed unusually heavy.

The entire Princess's Mansion fell into deathly silence; only the burning incense and candles were still flickering with a faint light, as if it was the last bit of warmth left by the Princess in the world.

No one chose to enter the palace to meet the emperor. It seemed that everyone was devastated by the sudden bad news and were deeply immersed in the great grief of losing the eldest princess, unable to extricate themselves.

However, the people on the grassland suffered the most.

When the news of the eldest princess' death reached the grassland, deafening cries of grief were heard there.

People beat their chests and stamped their feet, crying out to the sky; their sorrow seemed to drown the entire grassland.

In order to commemorate this great woman, the grassland people erected a tall stone monument without hesitation, and worshipped her as the god of the grassland, remembering her forever in their hearts.

From then on, the eldest princess' name became an eternal legend, passed down through the world.

Although time will pass, her deeds and spirit will always shine and inspire future generations to keep moving forward.

When Zhang Gaoyi led the coffin carrying Ye Zifen's body and slowly stepped into the vast grassland, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the roaring sound seemed as if the heaven and earth were weeping.

The coffin was covered with a snow-white satin cloth, which fluttered freely in the strong wind. Every movement was like a sharp blade, mercilessly stinging the eyes of everyone present.

Along this road leading deep into the grassland, people gathered here spontaneously. They were all dressed in plain clothes, their faces filled with sadness that was difficult to conceal.

Some people shed tears silently, and the crystal tears slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath their feet; some people sobbed softly in low voices, their grief was beyond words.

However, regardless of gender, age or status, they all knelt on the ground in unison, bidding farewell to their beloved princess in the most pious and respectful way.

From afar, the winding farewell procession looked like a long river flowing with endless sadness, quietly passing through the vast grassland.

After a long and difficult journey, the team finally arrived at the General Zhenbei's Mansion.

At this time, the door of the general's mansion was open, but the bustle and laughter of the past were no longer there, replaced by a suffocating silence and desolation.

Ye Zifen's coffin was carefully carried into the mansion and properly placed in the designated location.

For the entire general's mansion, the next seven days were as short as a flash of light, yet as long as a year.

During this period, the general's mansion was always shrouded in a heavy, depressing and sad atmosphere.

Until the early morning of the seventh day, the golden sunshine continued to shine on the earth as usual, trying to use its warmth to dispel the cold and sadness in the air.

Unfortunately, even such bright sunshine cannot melt the icy atmosphere.

On this special day, Ye Zifen welcomed her solemn funeral.

All ceremonies were conducted according to the highest standards, and everyone's expression was solemn and dignified.

With the end of the funeral, Ye Zifen was buried in a quiet and peaceful place, where she rested forever.

Since then, the King of Zhenbei resolutely stayed in the border area and never set foot in the palace again.

He poured all his energy and efforts into the important task of defending the country, as if only in this way could he slightly comfort his heart that was broken by the loss of his beloved.

Five years later, in Lujia Village, a woman led a man and a woman to Lu Yunduo's grave to pay homage.

Since then, the woman has never been seen here again.