Chapter 84: Zhao Ji Passes Away
Zhao Palace.

When Wang Jian returned to the Zhao Palace with Wang Ben, Fusu, Tianxuan, Yan Fei and others, under the bright moon, the huge palace was shrouded in a low pressure. White cloth and black banners were hung on the door plaques and eaves by clever eunuchs and palace maids. The air seemed to be filled with light water vapor, as if this palace had a real life and was mourning the death of someone.

【Zhao Ji, is she dead? 】

Walking all the way towards the palace, the palace maids, eunuchs, and guards they met all had seemingly sad expressions on their faces, but Tianxuan saw genuine relief in their eyes.

Coming to Handan with Zheng Ge, he even became Zhao Ji's exclusive storyteller in a sense. Tian Xuan naturally knew that Zhao Ji's body was just holding on to a breath. Now that the breath had been released, it was not surprising that she died just like that.

"General Wang Jian, the eldest son, His Excellency Dong Jun, Taoist Tian Xuanzi, here it is."

Sure enough, when Tianxuan and others arrived at the gate of the royal palace, Zhao Gao, the Minister of the Imperial Chariots, who had tied a black cloth around his waist to show mourning, gave a wink, and a servant behind him handed over a few pieces of black cloth. His voice, as soft as a drake's, was tinged with a hint of sorrow that was difficult to tell whether real or fake.

"The Queen Mother has passed away!"

Hearing Zhao Gao's words, Wang Jian, Wang Ben, father and son, along with Yan Fei and Tian Xuan, had already guessed it, and silently took the black cloth and wrapped it around their waists, without much pain on their faces. In the eyes of Wang Jian and Wang Ben, father and son, there was a trace of relief.

Although everyone, including Tianxuan, ate food provided by Zhengge, they all knew that the relationship between Zhengge and Zhao Ji had completely broken down since the Lao Ai incident. Moreover, Zhao Ji had made almost no contribution to the Qin State, except for giving birth to a wise and capable monarch like Zhengge.

Naturally, they would not have any respect for Zhao Ji.

"grandmother!"

The only one who was sad was Prince Fusu, who was blood-related to Zhao Ji even though he had little affection for her. Upon learning of his grandmother's death, even though Fusu had been mentally prepared, tears still oozed from his eyes and rolled down his handsome face.

"General Li Mu, what about you?"

Zhao Gao handed over several pieces of black cloth, and everyone else took them and wrapped them around their waists. The only exception was the gray-clothed old man sandwiched between Wang Jian, Yan Fei, Wang Ben, and Tian Xuan. He had white hair, wrinkles all over his face, but his eyes were full of sharp luster. Facing the black cloth handed over by Zhao Gao, the gray-clothed old man - Li Mu seemed to have no idea what the black cloth meant, and remained indifferent.

Seeing this, a strange color flashed across Zhao Gao's triangular eyes, which were as narrow as a poisonous snake, and he asked in a seemingly calm tone.

At this time, everyone had arrived at the steps outside the royal palace. Ten feet away was the hall that had belonged to the kings of Zhao State and was now occupied by Zheng Ge.

"I am not a subject of Qin, so there is no need for me to mourn for Zhao Ji!" Although Li Mu was forced to this place by Wang Jian, Tian Xuan and others, his proud character was not easily broken, and he said proudly.

"you!"

Zhao Gao was furious, with a hint of anger on his face. Then, several assassins from Luowang followed him like running dogs, each of them exuding a murderous aura. As long as Zhao Gao gave an order, they would rush forward and kill Li Mu, the daring lunatic.

"That's right, General Li, you are not a subject of the Great Qin at the moment, so you don't need to mourn for my mother."

In an instant, the solemn hall was tinged with a cold murderous aura. Suddenly, the clear and confident voice of Brother Zheng was heard from the hall. Along with the words, the tightly closed door of the hall slowly opened with a harsh sound. The best swordsman beside Brother Zheng, the descendant of Guiguzi, Gai Nie, walked out of the hall holding a sword with a cold glow.

"Everyone, the king invites you in." Although Gai Nie was melancholy, there was no emotion on his handsome face. He was not affected by Zhao Ji's death at all. He conveyed Zheng Ge's order in a calm and indifferent tone.

"Here."

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Inside the royal palace.

The hall was tied with white cloth and black banners, and a coffin made of golden nanmu wood, ten feet long and five feet wide, was placed in the center of the hall. Before the coffin lid was closed, Tianxuan and others who came in saw the Queen Mother of Qin, Zhao Ji, in the coffin. She was dressed in splendid clothes, but still couldn't hide her old age.

No matter how powerful you are, in the end you are just a pile of earth.

Once upon a time, Zhao Ji was the most beautiful woman in Handan, and was sought after by countless princes and nobles. She was the most beautiful scenery among the singers and dancers in Handan, just like the current Queen Zhao Daochang. Otherwise, she would not have become Lu Buwei's concubine and then been favored by Ying Zichu, the Qin hostage in Zhao at that time.

Later, she became the queen and queen mother of Qin, the most prominent woman among the seven countries.

However, as time went by, the once peerless beauty had ruthlessly left Zhao Ji's body; her enormous power was also ruthlessly taken away by Zheng Ge because of Lao Ai's rebellion. At this time, even the most precious life was taken away by the ruthless way of heaven.

Zhao Ji lay alone in the cold coffin, waiting to be buried in peace.

On the throne, Zheng Ge was still wearing a dark royal robe, although he had tied a white cloth on his forehead, as if he was mourning for his mother. However, there was not even a trace of emotion on his handsome face. As Tianxuan and others entered, eyes like the water of the Milky Way poured down from the top.

When his eyes swept across Zhao Ji's coffin, he was not moved at all, as if the person lying in the coffin was not his mother, but an unrelated stranger.

"grandmother!"

After Fusu walked into the hall, his attention was instantly attracted by the coffin. With a wail, the eldest son of Qin State threw himself on the coffin, tightly grasping the coffin with both hands, tears streaming down his face, wailing incessantly, as if he wanted to wake up Zhao Ji who was sleeping inside in this way, so that he could snuggle on Zhao Ji's lap and feel the love from his grandmother.

For a moment, in the huge and deep royal palace, the only sound was Fusu's wailing for his grandmother, his voice like the cry of a cuckoo, as if he was crying out blood.

Wang Jian, Wang Ben, Tian Xuan and others looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They wanted to cry but couldn't. Except for Li Mu, everyone else's face was full of embarrassment.

"Fusu, stop crying."

I don’t know how long it took, but a rebuke from Zheng Ge ended the embarrassment and rescued Tianxuan and others from their embarrassing situation.

"Greetings to the king, may the king live forever!"

Before Zheng Ge finished speaking, Wang Jian was the first to react, kneeling on one knee and paying homage to Zheng Ge on the throne. Immediately, Tian Xuan, Wang Ben, Yan Fei and others all came back to their senses and followed Wang Jian to pay homage to the King of Qin.

(End of this chapter)