Chapter 158: Condolences
Late at night, King Han’s Palace.

For Han Fei's sake, Zheng Ge made an exception and allowed King Han'an to hold the funeral in the Han Palace. As for the funeral specifications, Han Fei would decide and no one would interfere.

Tianxuan, who was not stupid at all, also knew what kind of position Han Fei held in Zhengge's heart. He had already asked the widow Qing's shop for help and purchased a coffin made of high-quality stone to put Han Wangan's body in.

"Father, have a pleasant journey!"

In the light of the snow-white candles, Han Fei, wearing mourning clothes, knelt in front of his father's coffin, staring at the huge coffin with bright eyes, and his eyes were filled with sadness from the bottom of his heart. In the smoke of incense, in this mourning hall where he was the only one, he said sadly.

Snapped!
As he spoke, a hot tear flowed from his eye socket, rolled down Han Fei's cheek and fell to the ground. Against the backdrop of the silent environment, the tear sounded particularly loud.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, causing the candles lit in front of King Han's coffin to flicker, as if King Han had died with his eyes open, escaped from the eighteen levels of hell, and returned to the human world. However, in the face of such a bizarre scene, Han Fei, a traitor to the Korean royal family in a sense, did not move at all.

"Hello, Han Fei!"

In the cold wind, a sinister voice sounded, condemning Han Fei's betrayal. Then, through the candle placed in front of the King of Han's coffin, Han Fei saw a twisted black shadow, stretching out its hands from behind him, like a devil from hell, trying to strangle him to death.

"Honglian, stop making trouble."

In such a strange and gloomy scene, it would not be surprising for anyone to be frightened to death. However, Han Fei did not show even the slightest fear on his face and spoke as if nothing had happened.

"Hmph!" As Han Fei said this, the shadow that suddenly appeared behind him returned to its original form. It was Princess Honglian, Chi Lian. Having been seen through by her ninth brother, Chi Lian snorted delicately, walked out from behind Han Fei, took a cushion and knelt down, respectfully offering a stick of incense to her father, King Han, "Ninth brother, please don't leave again, okay?"

Chi Lian turned and looked at Han Fei, her tone filled with endless pleading.

When their eyes met, Han Fei caught the sadness in Chi Lian's eyes. He felt as if time had gone back. The girl in front of him was no longer the cold-blooded and murderous Chi Lian, but the innocent Princess Hong Lian. He felt pity for her. Although Han Fei himself admitted that since Princess Hong Lian became Chi Lian, she could live better in this chaotic world; but if possible, he would rather she was Princess Hong Lian forever!

"Honglian, you should understand that nothing can go back to the way it was before." Taking a deep breath, Han Fei forced himself not to look into Chi Lian's eyes and said slowly.

"Then, have you ever thought about going back?" Before the crystal tears in Chi Lian's eyes rolled down, a calm voice with a hint of evil came.

Following these words, Wei Zhuang, the Lord of Quicksand, wearing a black cloak and with silver hair like a waterfall, appeared at the door of the mourning hall.

Crackling!

Wei Zhuang and Han Fei, old friends who once shared similar interests but now have a grudge against each other for killing their fathers, flashed endlessly when their eyes met. However, although there were lightning and thunder and sparks flying between the two, there was no killing intent in either of their eyes. Wei Zhuang looked at Han Fei, a friend who betrayed his dream, without a trace of anger in his eyes; Han Fei looked at Wei Zhuang, a friend who killed his father, without a trace of hatred in his eyes.

"Brother Wei Zhuang," Han Fei looked at Wei Zhuang for a moment, then he looked away first and nodded at him, saying sincerely, "To be honest, I thought about going back. But, since I couldn't see any hope, I had to give up!" "Hope?" Wei Zhuang chewed on the noun Han Fei said, "Maybe there wasn't any hope before, but now there is."

As he spoke, Wei Zhuang had already stepped into the mourning hall and, like Han Fei and Chi Lian, placed a stick of incense in front of King Han.

Although Wei Zhuang was the murderer who killed Han Wangan, he did not think that he owed Han Wangan anything. After all, at that point, Han Wangan had to die, and only death could preserve the remaining dignity of Han.

"Inside Qin, there is a person who is trusted by Ying Zheng and intends to betray him." Wei Zhuang's tone was tinged with excitement from the bottom of his heart. "This rebellion was the beginning of his plan. Unexpectedly, Zhao Gao dragged Tian Xuanzi, who was originally unrelated, into the matter for his personal grudge with Tian Xuanzi, causing the first step of the plan to fail."

"However, the whole plan is quite perfect. The failure of the first step will not have much impact on the plan!"

"A person who is extremely trusted by the king is planning to betray the king?" After hearing Wei Zhuang's words, Han Fei's handsome and noble face was filled with shock from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but murmur. Figures appeared in front of Han Fei one after another. Left Prime Minister Wang Wan, Right Prime Minister Changping Jun, Imperial Censor Feng Quji, Court Justice Li Si,...

"No matter who wants to betray Ying Zheng, he is looking for death!" Before Han Fei could understand what Wei Zhuang said, a gentle and beautiful voice broke the stagnation, "He is looking for death!"

Along with the wonderful music, Wei Zhuang, Han Fei, and Chi Lian were all filled with a familiar and elegant fragrance, which was the secret incense of Zi Lan Xuan - Shu Ying Dan Xiang. The three of them turned their heads in unison and saw Zi Nu, who was dressed in purple and had long purple hair, and whose real name was unknown, and the ethereal and moving Nong Yu, entering the mourning hall together.

The words just now came from Zi Nu's mouth. Nong Yu, who came with Zi Nu, locked her beautiful eyes like clear gemstones on the small coffin next to the coffin of King Han, revealing her deep sorrow.

The owner of this small coffin was Concubine Hu, the only concubine of King Han An who committed suicide.

If it is said that Lady Hu fell in love with Han Wang'an, even if she was called back from hell, she herself would not believe it. The reason why Lady Hu committed suicide was probably because she did not want to live the kind of life of serving men with her beauty. However, no matter what, Lady Hu was buried alive with Han Wang'an, and Han Fei respected her. He decided to bury Lady Hu with Han Wang'an, and subconsciously regarded Lady Hu as Han Wang'an's wife.

"Zi Nu, just because 'he' believes that Ying Zheng is a king who can end the troubled times and create an unprecedented new era, you believe that no one can defeat Ying Zheng?" After Nanyue stepped forward and finished burning incense for her aunt and uncle, Wei Zhuang raised his sword eyes that concealed a hint of evil and said meaningfully.

Zi Nu did not deny it. A smile from the bottom of her heart blossomed on the corner of her lips. Her clear and beautiful eyes were filled with thousands of emotions and thoughts: "That's right! Since 'he' said so, then he can't be wrong. Unless 'he' personally takes action, he can defeat Ying Zheng!"

Nanyue stood up slowly. Although she did not say it explicitly, one could tell from her expression that this was what she was thinking.

Wei Zhuang, Chi Lian, Han Fei and others can all be called outstanding people, but no one refuted Zi Nu's words. In fact, Wei Zhuang's eyes even showed a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.

'he'?
A mysterious word, in the mouths of Zi Nu, Nong Yu, Wei Zhuang and others, it is a nickname for a terrible person.

(End of this chapter)