ATPnovel Chapter 1604: 6: Snow Covers the City_3
Chapter 1604: 6: Snow Covers the City_3
Chapter 1604: Chapter 6: Snow Covers the City_3At this moment, many people were already seated, and upon seeing Jiang Wang, they couldn’t help but feel a mixture of emotions.
This most brilliant genius of Qi Country, who had already ascended to a high rank and became a golden melon samurai within Qi’s official circles, had, upon closer examination, only been in Qi for less than two years.
During these two years, he experienced countless earth-shattering events and left behind many thrilling tales, now standing above these people.
Minister Chen Fu once said—”A so-called unparalleled genius is exactly the kind of person who will make you feel disheartened.”
Isn’t the current Jiang Wang exactly that kind of figure to many people?
The funeral ceremony of the Eleventh Prince was, after all, not an occasion for casual conversation, so no one rashly approached to disturb him.
Jiang Wang walked quietly forward.
Passing through here from the ceremonial seating would lead to the main hall of Long Life Palace.
It was said that Jiang Wuqi died in front of the Emperor Qi. His coffin was once placed in Donghua Pavilion, which shows the Son of Heaven’s grief… Now it had been moved back to Long Life Palace, resting inside the main hall.
Feng Gu, the chief eunuch of Long Life Palace, knelt outside the main hall, bowing to each person who entered the main hall to pay respects.
Upon seeing Jiang Wang, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, “Marquis Jiang has come to pay respects; if His Highness knows in the afterlife, he would be happy.”
Jiang Wang squatted halfway down, patted his hand, which was covered in wrinkles, and not knowing what to say, he simply said, “You’ve worked hard.”
Then he stood up and walked into the hall.
The place was entirely arranged as a mourning hall, with the coffin placed in the center.
Beside the solemnly carved coffin stood a familiar figure.
The coarse mourning clothes couldn’t hide her tall and athletic build, nor her heroic spirit.
Lord Huaying Jiang Wuyou was looking down at the person inside the coffin, her expression neither sad nor happy, with unknown thoughts in her mind.
Jiang Wang stepped forward.
The young boy lying in the coffin wore a purple prince’s python robe, with eyes slightly closed, a face pale and handsome.
At this moment, he clearly would no longer fear the cold…
Nor would he suddenly cough again.
After standing together for a while, Jiang Wuyou suddenly said, “I used to have a terrible temper, bullying many people in the palace, either hitting this one or that one… But I never bullied him. Because I always felt he was like a porcelain doll, as if he’d break if I touched him.”
Jiang Wang didn’t know what to say, just sighed. Then he approached the offering table in front of the coffin and carefully performed the ritual, lighting three incense sticks for Jiang Wuqi.
At this time, he heard a faint sobbing sound and looked back, only to find that someone familiar was kneeling on the other side of the coffin—Prince Shisi Jiang Wuyong.
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression mournful, crying in a choked manner.
It was just that Jiang Wuyou’s imposing presence was so strong that he hadn’t noticed this prince at first glance.
But since there was no friendship to speak of between the two, Jiang Wang only glanced over, looking at Jiang Wuyou worriedly, but saying nothing.
He found himself a seat at the very edge among the chairs arranged on both sides of the mourning hall and sat down.
Only officials of the third rank and above could enter the main hall of Long Life Palace to offer incense. At this level, he was indeed on the very edge.
At this moment.
A man in his thirties, with a powdered face, wearing mourning clothes not very properly, walked into the mourning hall.
Seeing Jiang Wuyou, he first saluted: “He Zhen pays respects to the Third Highness!”
Jiang Wuyou still looked at the coffin, paying no attention.
He didn’t mind either. Making his way around the coffin, he walked to the offering table, picked up three sticks of incense, bowed three times, inserted them into the incense burner, and then turned around to find a seat.
His gaze swept over the Fourteenth Prince, who was kneeling on the other side of the coffin, and lightly passed over before looking around, then saw Jiang Wang sitting at the very edge.
His eyes lit up, and he went straight over, sitting down next to Jiang Wang.
“You must be Son of Qingyang? I’m He Zhen! Would you like to get acquainted?”
Not knowing whether he truly appreciated Jiang Wang, his voice was rather loud, and therefore a little jarring.
Jiang Wang thought for a moment, just about to discreetly refuse the man, when he heard a cold reprimand.
“What do you take this place for?”
Standing beside the coffin, Jiang Wuyou slightly turned her face, giving only a frosty profile, her heroic eyes flashing cold light, suddenly like iron horses and golden spears with thundering fury: “Get out!”
He Zhen, the only son of Lord He Fu, the nephew of the queen of Daqi, was taken aback.
Subconsciously lifting half his body to stand, wanting to continue sitting but didn’t dare, wanting to leave but felt it too humiliating.
He even thought he might have heard wrong, that Lord Huaying might be telling Jiang Wang to leave, given his “relation.”
But once meeting Jiang Wuyou’s icy gaze, all his indecisiveness vanished.
Clearly still in autumn, he felt as if in the ice and snow.
Clearly in a mourning hall, yet felt as though trapped on a battlefield of slaughter.
His body stiffened, his soul shivered.
Not bothering to make any more acquaintances, he almost fled the mourning hall in a panic.