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Chapter 13 Is He Really Dead?

Zhu Feng's expression froze: "What?"

The guard said: "Your Highness, we found the emperor just over at Zichen Palace!"

Zhu Feng immediately turned back and glanced at He Yi, who also frowned slightly. The two of them looked at each other and walked quickly towards Zichen Palace without saying anything.

Along the way, neither of them spoke anymore, but they could clearly feel the rapid breathing and heartbeat in the tense atmosphere. After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at Zichen Palace, which was closest to the north gate of the palace, and found that it was already a desert.

There were still people pouring water into the ruins, and a burning smell hit us.

As soon as they saw Zhu Feng coming, the guards stepped forward one after another: "Your Highness."

Zhu Feng looked at the ruins and frowned: "Where are the people?"

One of the guard leaders came forward, his face still stained with some soot, and said: "Your Highness, he is inside."

"Take me there."

"yes."

After saying that, the man carefully led the way forward. Zhu Feng and He Yi walked slowly inside. Although the fire had been extinguished, the scorching temperature had not receded. After just a few steps, the corners of their clothes were scorched black.

.

When I got to the very end, I found a charred corpse lying on the ground.

Zhu Feng frowned: "This"

The guard leader immediately said: "Your Highness, it's him."

"..."

Zhu Feng did not speak, but slowly walked forward. The body had been burned beyond recognition, and it was impossible to identify who it was. However, when he took a closer look, he discovered that there was still a bit of clothing, which seemed to be pressed.

It was underneath him, so it wasn't completely burned.

And that bit of clothing is bright yellow.

In this palace, in this world, there is only one person who can wear bright yellow.

So this is the emperor.

Is this the emperor?

Zhu Feng's eyebrows twisted into a knot, and he looked at the charred corpse with burning eyes. Although he didn't say a word, he asked himself in his heart, is this really the emperor?

His own nephew, the grandson of the emperor who was placed in great trust by the imperial examination, couldn't wait to cut down the vassals after he ascended the throne. He wanted to suppress the emperors of these uncles, and pretended to be the one who wanted to flex his muscles and create a prosperous age.

emperor.

Is this what it is like now?

He slowly walked forward and knelt down to identify it carefully. People around him didn't even dare to take a look, but he couldn't take his eyes away, looking at the unrecognizable face.

This is the emperor?

Did he really die here?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn around and look at He Yi, who was standing behind him without saying a word.

Heyi also glanced at him, but still said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Zhu Feng stood up, turned his back to the charred corpse and said: "Send the order, there was a fire in the palace, the emperor died, he will be buried with a thick burial, and he will be treated with state courtesy."

"yes."

"From now on, the nine gates will be closed and no one will be allowed to leave the palace. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed without mercy!"

"yes!"

After giving these instructions, he turned around and walked forward until he reached the palace gate.

At this time, a faint fish belly white appeared in the dark sky in front, and it was about to dawn.

Zhu Feng stopped.

He Yi also stopped and stood only three or four steps away from him. When he raised his head, he saw Zhu Feng's tall figure, his majestic outline revealed in the faint morning light.

He heard his deep voice slowly ringing out

"Crane Yi."

"Your Highness."
Chapter completed!
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