Mo Jingli's group was quickly led to the mourning hall of the general's residence where Ye Li was temporarily staying. Because it had been placed here temporarily, the mourning hall was not large. The entire mourning hall was covered by a white cloth and gave people a cold and bleak feeling. Mo Xiuyao's coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall. There were countless flowers piled around the coffin. In front of the coffin, there was a memorial tablet engraved with the words: Prince Ding, Mo Xiuyao's Memorial Tablet.
Standing in the mourning hall, both Mo Jingli and Lei Zhenting felt a moment of nervousness and excitement. They were about to see Prince Ding's corpse. As his enemy, it was hard not to be excited.
"Wang Fei?" Inside the mourning hall, A Jin's eyes were red as he stared warily at Mo Jingli and Lei Zhenting in front of him. His gaze towards Mo Jingli was filled with viciousness. If this was not Mo Xiuyao's mourning hall, he would have already leapt forward. Knowing what he had done to Mo Xiuyao, Mo Jingli felt slightly guilty under A Jin's stare and couldn't help but take a step back. But he quickly became happy again. No matter what he had done, Mo Xiuyao was dead. After so many years of fighting, he had won in the end. Also … … Mo Jingli looked disdainfully at A Jin. Just based on this little fool who had followed Mo Xiuyao since childhood, it would not be easy for him to kill him.
Ye Li said coolly, "Emperor Chu and Jhennam Of Gojoseon want to open the coffin to see Prince."
A Jin stilled and then glared viciously at Mo Jingli. "No! The Prince has already been placed in the coffin. How can it be opened again! And … And he … "What Ah Jin wanted to say was that he was the murderer of the Prince, so how could he allow him to disturb the Prince's rest?
Lei Zhenting understood Ah Jin's thoughts. He took a step forward and said with a smile, "I and the others really want to send Prince Ding off. Why don't you let me take a look at Prince Ding, so as not to disturb Prince Ding's peace. What does Wang Fei think? "Ye Li frowned. Her expression was clearly displeased, but she did not object. Mo Jingli didn't object. Although it was a pity that he couldn't see Mo Xiuyao's corpse with his own eyes, the most important thing right now was to confirm whether Mo Xiuyao was dead or alive. He believed that Lei Zhenting had no reason to lie to him about this matter.
Ye Li gently patted A Jin's shoulder and said softly, "Let them see the Prince, then they won't disturb him again." A Jin looked at Ye Li. Ever since Mo Xiuyao had passed away, other than his uncle, Ye Li was the person A Jin trusted the most. Even his fiancée Qing Shuang was ranked behind her. Hearing Ye Li's words, A Jin glared fiercely at Mo Jingli. He walked over and carefully pushed the lid of the coffin over. Because it needed to be sent back to Glass City before it could be buried, the lid of the coffin had not been nailed shut yet. A Jin only pushed it lightly and it was pushed open.
Mo Jingli and Jhennam Of Gojoseon didn't mind A Jin's rudeness at all because their thoughts were on the open coffin. Lei Zhenting took a few steps forward and smelled a strong fragrance. This was a kind of perfume used by nobles to preserve their corpses. Usually, only nobles above the rank of Prince could use it. There was also the fragrance of Phoebe zhennan wood. Lei Zhenting couldn't help but frown slightly.
Inside the coffin, a white haired man dressed in a white robe embroidered with silver dragons and clouds lay quietly. Even though the weather was still cold, the coffin had a preservative perfume and the coffin itself was still placed on a large piece of ice. Therefore, the corpse hadn't changed much. If it wasn't for the fact that it was deathly pale, it could even be said to be lifelike.
Lei Zhenting's sharp eyes saw that there was another scar on the man's right hand that was exposed to the air. Even though it had been carefully treated, it was still clearly visible. Thinking about the information he had received from Mo Jingli … … Lei Zhenting stared at the man's unusually handsome face and frowned. He finally raised his hand and reached into the coffin.
"Jhennam Of Gojoseon, what are you doing?" Standing at the side, Ye Li saw his actions and asked in displeasure.
Lei Zhenting smiled faintly and said, "I see that Prince Ding's sleeve is slightly untidy. I have been rude." Lei Zhenting calmly pulled on the white sleeve and turned to smile apologetically at Ye Li.
Ye Li looked down, "Is there anything else between Jhennam Of Gojoseon and Emperor Chu … … if there is nothing else … …"
Lei Zhenting smiled and said, "Wang Fei, please do as you wish. I will not disturb Prince Ding's rest."
"Many thanks. A Jin, close it." Ye Li ordered A Jin in a soft voice. A Jin snorted angrily at Lei Zhenting and went to close the coffin again.
Coming out of the mourning hall, Mo Jingli and Lei Zhenting were invited to rest in a side courtyard of the General Fu. Feihong Pass was not Li City and it was not the time for Mo Xiuyao's official funeral so there were not many people here. The General Fu was not big but it was still convenient for Lei Zhenting and Mo Jingli to live in.
"Emperor Chu, why don't we have a cup of tea together?" Lei Zhenting said. Even though they had only come to pay respects, it was already late and they could not avoid staying at Feihong Pass for the night before leaving.
Mo Jingli naturally agreed. He also had many questions to ask Lei Zhenting.
The two went to Lei Zhenting's courtyard and waved away the servant girl who had brought tea and snacks. Lei Zhenting smiled and said, "Congratulations, Emperor Chu." Mo Jingli stilled and quickly realized what Lei Zhenting meant. "The person lying in the coffin … is really Mo Xiuyao?"
Lei Zhenting said, "He has lost a lot of blood but there are no obvious wounds on the outside. He should have injured his heart. There is a scar on his right wrist and a callus on his palm. It is caused by long-term sword practice. Also … this person was an expert when he was alive. His face was not disguised and his hair was not dyed. If there is a person who looks exactly like Mo Xiuyao and is as skilled as Mo Xiuyao, then … Mo Xiuyao is not dead. "
After a while, he heard Mo Jingli murmur, "Mo Xiuyao … is really, really dead …"
"Yes." Lei Zhenting sighed softly, "Mo Xiuyao is really dead." Such an outstanding person had died just like that. Lei Zhenting's eyes suddenly showed some confusion and melancholy. Mo Jingli was not in the mood to pay attention to Lei Zhenting's thoughts. After hearing Lei Zhenting's words, he could not help but laugh loudly, "That's great! Mo Xiuyao … Mo Xiuyao! You still died in front of me in the end! Haha … "
Seeing Mo Jingli's smug appearance, Lei Zhenting's eyes flashed with disdain and anger. He also wanted Mo Xiuyao to die because he was an enemy. But to be treated as an enemy by someone like Mo Xiuyao was an honor. But to be treated as an enemy by someone like Mo Jingli was a disgrace. There had never been a person like Mo Jingli that Lei Zhenting recognized as an enemy. He was just a clown.
When Mo Jingli was done laughing, he finally seemed to sense Lei Zhenting's displeasure. Mo Jingli raised his eyebrows, "Mo Xiuyao is dead. Is Jhennam Of Gojoseon not happy?" Lei Zhenting's lips twitched, revealing a mocking smile, "Of course not as happy as Emperor Chu."
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