As night fell, the military camp was as bright as day, and martial law was enforced everywhere. Soldiers and horses were running everywhere. In addition to soldiers and horses, there were also many civilian officials arriving.
Groups of eunuchs from the imperial army came galloping around the prince.
Seeing the prince coming, all the civil and military officers in the military camp rushed to greet him, with the third prince at the front.
The prince jumped off his horse and asked directly, "What's going on? Didn't the doctor find a good medicine?"
The third prince said softly, "It happened very suddenly. We just arrived at the military camp and before we saw the general, -"
He didn't say the rest.
The prince thought that General Iron Mask's sudden death and the presence of the third prince would inevitably bear the emperor's wrath. Seeing the pale face of the third prince, he felt understanding and happy. He didn't ask any more questions and patted the third prince's shoulder to express comfort.
The third prince walked in to meet him and asked, "How are you, Father?" He couldn't help but look outside the military camp. It was dark at night, and the torches were shining brightly in the direction from the military camp to the capital, as if they were forming a Milky Way.
The emperor's chariot never came.
Hearing that the general was ill, the emperor came immediately and stayed in the military camp. Now that he heard the bad news, he was probably too sad to come.
The prince sighed softly and said, "Before Zhou Xuan, someone from the military camp had already come to report the news. His Majesty had been locking himself in the dormitory. When Zhou Xuan came, he could not get in. He only sent out a golden sword."
The third prince accompanied the prince to the Chinese army's tent and stopped.
"Go in and see the general yourself." He whispered, "I feel bad, so I won't go in."
The prince looked at the Chinese army's tent and saw Zhou Xuan standing with his sword in hand, so he did not force anything.
Zhou Xuan watched the prince approach and leaned forward to salute.
The prince asked in a low voice, "What's going on?" Then he raised his eyes and looked at him, "You didn't do something stupid, did you?"
The prince's eyes were solemn, uneasy, confused, but firm, indicating that even if it was him, he should not be afraid. Even though he was heartbroken and shocked, he would still protect him——
Zhou Xuan said in a low voice, "I haven't had a chance yet, the general couldn't hold on."
The prince patted him on the shoulder. It was a pity. It is better to have control than to have no control.
"Your Highness, let's go in and have a look." Zhou Xuandao said, taking the first step, unlike the third prince who was unable to say anything.
Seeing Zhou Xuan holding the sword and looking like he was guarding him, the prince's eyes flashed with relief and satisfaction. The Iron-faced General would not respect him as a king so much. It is better for him to be a young man.
The prince signaled the eunuchs and guards to stay outside the tent, and he followed Zhou Xuan. Seeing the torn curtains of the tent, he sighed sadly, "Although I know everyone is sad and confused, the general definitely doesn't want to see this." He ordered the soldiers outside the door.
Wei, "Change the curtains so that Your Majesty won't be angry when he comes."
The soldiers and guards responded yes.
The prince gently stroked the torn curtain before walking in. At a glance, he saw that there was only one person present in the tent except Zhou Xuan. The woman——
Chen Danzhu.
Chen Danzhu sat motionless on her knees, not caring at all who came in. The prince thought that even if the emperor came, she would probably still look like this - Chen Danzhu was so arrogant and relied on the old man lying on the bed.
The prince no longer looked at Chen Danzhu, his eyes fell on the bed, and he walked over and lifted up the general's mask.
"After our hasty farewell last time, it turned out to be the last time I saw the general." He murmured, looking at Chen Danzhu who looked like a tree and a stone, his voice was cold, "My condolences to Miss Danzhu. The Fourth Miss Yao who was traveling with us is dead, but you can still do it."
It is considered lucky to be alive to see the general's corpse."
Probably because neither a dead person nor two living people in the camp posed any threat to the prince, and he didn't even pretend to be sad.
Chen Danzhu turned to look at him and said with a half-smile, "I'm okay. I'm an unfortunate person. It doesn't matter whether I have a general or not. It's you, Your Highness, who wants to express my condolences. Without the general, Your Highness is really——" She
He shook his head, his eyes sarcastic, "Poor."
The prince frowned, and Zhou Xuan said in a deep voice, "Chen Danzhu, Mr. Li is still waiting outside to take you to the prison."
Chen Danzhu looked at him and smiled sarcastically, "The Marquis of Zhou really takes good care of His Royal Highness."
Is this a mockery of Zhou Xuan as his subordinate? The prince said calmly, "Miss Danzhu is wrong. Regardless of the general or anyone else, it is Daxia who is being cared for wholeheartedly."
And he is Daxia.
Does this woman really think that with General Iron Mask as her backer, she can ignore him as the Lord of the East Palace? She has repeatedly opposed him and dared to kill people under the imperial decree. Now that General Iron Mask is dead, why not let her
She followed along——
A hint of murderous intent flashed in the prince's eyes.
"Your Highness," Zhou Xuandao said, "Your Majesty hasn't come yet, and the officers and soldiers in the army are uneasy. It's better to go and comfort them first."
It was also the time to regain the morale of the army. The prince naturally knew it. He glanced at Chen Danzhu and realized that without the iron-faced general standing in the way, it would be too easy to crush her to death - for example, when the iron-faced general passed away and the emperor was in mourning, he could find someone to kill her.
The opportunity persuaded His Majesty to deal with Chen Danzhu.
The prince was too lazy to look at the dying man again and turned around to go out. Zhou Xuan followed without looking at Chen Danzhu again.
Chen Danzhu didn't look at them either. He listened to the crowd outside the camp, the rustling of armor, the generals in the army bowing to the prince, and then the prince's choking sounds, and then everyone mourned together.
Chen Danzhu ignored the noise and looked at the old man's body, which was as peaceful as sleeping on the bed. The mask on his face was a little crooked - the prince had previously lifted the mask to look at it, but it didn't fit properly when he put it down.
She knelt and moved over, stretched out her hand to place the mask upright, and looked at the old man. She didn't know if it was because he was lifeless, but there was something wrong with the old man wearing armor.
Chen Danzhu's eyes fell on his helmet, and the faint white hair was exposed. She reached out her hand to pinch a strand and pulled it out.
The white hair was so slender that it was almost invisible under the light of the white thorns. It was different from the white hair she held in her hand after waking up a few days ago. Although it had been worn to gray by time, that hair was still there.
With tenacious vitality——
A loud cry of mourning came from outside the camp, interrupting Chen Danzhu's daze. She quickly put the hair in her hand back on the pillow of the Iron Mask General.
What was she thinking? Why did she pull out the general's hair and compare it with the hair she got? Could it be that she suspected that the one who carried her out of the inn that day was the Iron-faced General?
Shouldn't it be a bamboo forest?
Perhaps it was because of the dream she had after she fainted on her knees. In the dream, the person carrying her and holding her in the lake had white hair.
Is it just conjecture?
It's not just conjecture. Chen Danzhu sighed and sat back. Even if Zhulin saved her, it was because of General Iron Mask's instruction. Although she avoided seeing General Iron Mask before leaving, General Iron Mask was so smart that he must have noticed her intentions.
, so Wang Xian and Zhu Lin rushed over to rescue her.
From now on, there will be no more iron-faced generals.
If I had known that we would be separated forever when we meet again, I should have gone to meet her before she left and say thank you in person.
Thank him for taking care of her over the past few years, and thank him for agreeing to her conditions so that she could change her destiny.
What Zhou Xuan said was correct. Speaking of which, General Iron Mask was her enemy. Without General Iron Mask, she would probably still be a carefree and happy noble lady from the Wu Kingdom.
She shouldn't be sad about the death of an enemy.
Chen Danzhu lowered his head and shed tears.
Outside the camp, the prince and the generals mourned together for a moment, and were encouraged and supported by everyone.
"The general's funeral is also buried here." The prince put away his sadness and whispered to several veteran generals, "I won't go back to Xijing."
The veteran generals all nodded. Although General Yu's ancestral home was in Xijing, General Yu had little contact with his family, and the emperor would definitely keep the general's grave with him.
"The general and His Majesty have been together for many years and have gone through the most difficult and difficult times together."
"Your Majesty doesn't know how sad he feels. The general is buried here, and your Majesty can see him often."
But speaking of which, why hasn’t His Majesty come yet?
Could it be that because the general has passed away, there is no need for His Majesty to come?
Although the prince is here, the eyes of the generals are still looking towards the direction of the palace.
In the deep night, only one lamp was on in the emperor's palace. Eunuch Jin Zhong was guarding the door. Apart from him, there was no one else around the palace.
But there are shadows darker than the night hidden in the night, densely surrounding them layer by layer.
Eunuch Jinzhong looked up at the window and saw the figure cast above standing motionless, seeming to be looking down at his feet.
The emperor looked at the man kneeling at his feet. He had gray hair, but his figure was no longer a wrinkled old tree. His shoulders were straight, and his black clothes could not block his youthful and heroic appearance.
"Chu Yurong," the emperor said, "you really have no king or father in your eyes."
