Chapter 428 Condolences (please subscribe, please vote)
On the street leading to the palace, Prince Longte rode forward on horseback. His face was stained with blood, and his left arm was irregularly twisted. He was obviously seriously injured.
And in his right hand, he was holding a bloody head - the head of the seventeenth prince.
This power struggle ultimately ended in the defeat of the seventeenth prince.
"Junior, let me teach you one last thing: ideals cannot be eaten as food after all."
Prince Long Te rode on his horse and picked up the seventeenth prince's head. He stared at it with complicated eyes for a moment, then sighed and threw it into the smelly ditch nearby.
Prince Longte had long expected that the Seventeenth Prince would place spies in the army, so he adopted the same strategy.
Unlike the Seventeenth Prince, Prince Longte used the temptation of money and power to successfully convince many people who originally belonged to the Seventeenth Prince.
These people betrayed the Seventeenth Prince at a critical moment, giving Prince Longte an advantage in the battle.
The seventeenth prince used ideals and hatred. This method may be attractive to young soldiers, but it is not practical enough for middle-aged officers in their thirties.
These officers began to pay more attention to practical interests, such as money, power and beauty.
And these are exactly what the Seventeenth Prince cannot promise.
At the critical moment when the armies of both sides were fighting fiercely, following an order from Prince Longte, one-third of the officers under the Seventeenth Prince chose to rebel.
This move undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to the power of the Seventeenth Prince.
The seventeenth prince led the personal guards to fight bravely, and finally rushed in front of Prince Longte.
As a prince, the rare resources in Prince Longte's hands are far beyond what the seventeenth prince can match.
In the battle, with the help of various alchemical potions and rare equipment, he killed the seventeenth prince in just over thirty moves.
In this battle for the throne, the final winner is Prince Long Teng.
Now, at the emperor's funeral, witnessed by hundreds of officials, Prince Longte will be crowned king and officially take over the throne.
After a short rest, the guards and servants of the palace began to get busy and slowly opened the heavy door of the palace.
The entire palace has been decorated into a sea of mourning in preparation for the upcoming funeral.
On the towering palace walls, long white silk cloths hang down, like curtains of mourning tears, swaying gently in the wind.
Above the palace gate, black flags hang low, symbolizing the royal family's memory of the deceased monarch.
Inside the palace, there was even more solemnity.
The corridors and the main hall were filled with palace members and attendants dressed in black and solemn faces.
The originally magnificent hall was now covered with white curtains and black gauze.
The golden dragon chair used to represent the supreme imperial power, but now it was empty, leaving only a lonely symbol of imperial power. The emperor's coffin was placed on the ground in front of the seat.
The black coffin lay there quietly, witnessing the end of one era and the beginning of another.
Prince Longte walked into the hall slowly. His eyes stayed on the coffin for a moment, and then he waved his hand to signal his men to move more gently.
It was his last show of respect for the late emperor, his eldest brother.
The dead are great, no matter how many disputes and fights there were during life, they have all turned into dust at this moment.
Hal Adam, the emperor of the Dragon Empire, was his rival for power and his relative. He should be given the respect he deserved.
Prince Long Te slowly walked to Hal Adam's coffin and stopped to stare. His eyes were firmly fixed on Hal Adam's eyes that had been closed forever, as if he was looking for something, or wanted to convey something.
A complex emotion flashed through his eyes, which was a mixture of conflicting emotions of victory and loss.
He lowered his head, leaned close to Hal Adam's cold and stiff face, and said in a low and emotional voice: "Brother, I won this game."
Prince Longte didn't have much expression on his face, but his eyes inadvertently showed deep sadness.
But this sadness was quickly hidden by Prince Longte. As an emperor, one cannot be bound by these things.
Just when Prince Longte was about to let people start the funeral, a carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the palace.
Old Yunlong took Lin Yi and Su Xiao off the carriage.
When his subordinates reported the news about these three people to Prince Long Te, he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart.
This old man has a very close relationship with Hal Adam, and no one knows what the purpose of Old Yunlong's trip is.
"Dean Yunlong, my brother just passed away. I feel a little unwell due to grief. I hope you can forgive me."
Although everyone knows what Prince Longte did last night, in this situation, necessary etiquette and performance are still indispensable.
Prince Longt stood next to Hal Adam's coffin, wearing black mourning clothes, with a sad expression, as if he was immersed in grief.
Outside the auditorium, cries broke out one after another, creating a sad atmosphere.
In the auditorium, more than a dozen high-ranking officials and dignitaries were kneeling on the ground. Their status was very important in the empire, but at this moment they were all crying and out of breath.
"See Prince Longt."
Old Yunlong's face was expressionless, as if he simply came to express his condolences to Hal Adam.
Prince Longte maintained a high degree of vigilance about this.
He was well aware of the huge gap in information mastery between himself and Old Man Yunlong, which made him have to be cautious when facing Old Man Yunlong.
Although full of doubts in his heart, Prince Longte chose to agree to Old Man Yunlong's request.
According to etiquette and rules, Old Yunlong does have the right to come to express condolences, and Prince Longte cannot destroy this tradition because of his doubts.
So, with the acquiescence of Prince Longte, Old Man Yunlong walked slowly towards Hal Adam's coffin and began to pay his condolences.
The Holy Dragon Old Man walked forward slowly and bowed deeply towards Hal Adam's coffin, expressing his respect for the deceased.
Then, he took out a coin from his pocket and gently threw it into the coffin.
This is an ancient condolence ritual in the Dragon Empire, which means paying the toll to the world of the dead for the deceased to ensure that their journey to the other world is smooth.
After the old man Yunlong finished expressing his condolences, he silently stepped aside.
Later, Lin Yi and Su Xiao walked to the coffin. They imitated the etiquette of Old Yunlong and observed a few seconds of silence for Hal Adam's body.
Then, the two of them each took out a special coin from their pockets and gently threw it into the coffin.
Different from the gold medals thrown by others, Lin Yi and Su Xiao's coins were black and white respectively, making them particularly eye-catching.
The moment the two coins came into contact with Hal Adam's body, the sky suddenly changed.
(End of chapter)