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Chapter 428 Condolences (Please subscribe, please vote)

On the street leading to the palace, Prince Longte was riding a horse. His face was covered in blood and his left arm was twisted irregularly, obviously seriously injured.

In his right hand, he held a bloody head - it was the head of the seventeenth prince.

This power struggle ultimately ended with the defeat of the seventeenth prince.

"Young man, let me teach you one last thing. Ideals cannot be eaten after all."

Prince Longte rode on his horse, picked up the head of the seventeenth prince, stared at it with complicated eyes for a moment, then sighed and threw it into the stinky ditch beside him.

Prince Longte had long anticipated that the Seventeenth Prince would plant spies in the army, so he adopted the same strategy.

Unlike the Seventeenth Prince, Prince Longte used the temptation of money and power and successfully persuaded many people who originally belonged to the Seventeenth Prince.

These people betrayed the Seventeenth Prince at a critical moment, allowing Prince Longte to gain the advantage in the battle.

The Seventeenth Prince exploited ideals and hatred. This approach might be attractive to young soldiers, but it was not practical for middle-aged officers in their thirties.

These officers began to pay more attention to practical interests, such as money, power and beauty.

And these are exactly what the Seventeenth Prince cannot promise.

At the critical moment when the two armies were fighting fiercely, following an order from Prince Longte, one-third of the officers under the Seventeenth Prince chose to rebel.

This move undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to the power of the Seventeenth Prince.

The seventeenth prince led his guards in a brave fight and finally rushed to Prince Longte.

As a prince, the rare resources at the disposal of Prince Longte are far beyond what the Seventeenth Prince can compare to.

During the battle, he relied on the assistance of various alchemical potions and rare equipment, and after only more than thirty moves, he killed the Seventeenth Prince.

The final winner of this battle for the throne was Prince Longteng.

Now, at the emperor's funeral, witnessed by all officials, Prince Longte will be crowned king and officially succeed to the throne.

After a short rest, the palace guards and servants began to get busy and slowly opened the heavy gate of the palace.

The entire palace has been decorated in a sea of ​​mournful white in preparation for the upcoming funeral.

On the towering palace walls, long white silk cloths were hung like curtains of mourning tears, swaying gently in the wind.

Above the palace gate, black flags hung low, symbolizing the royal family's remembrance of the deceased monarch.

The interior of the palace was immersed in solemnity.

The corridors and halls were filled with court members and attendants dressed in black and with solemn expressions.

The originally magnificent hall was now covered with white curtains and black gauze.

The golden dragon throne, which once represented the supreme imperial power, is now empty, leaving only a lonely symbol of imperial power.
The emperor's coffin was placed on the ground in front of the seat.

The black coffin lay there quietly, witnessing the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Prince Longte walked slowly into the hall. His eyes stayed on the coffin for a moment, then he waved his hand to signal his men to be gentler.

This was his last respect to the late emperor, his elder brother.

The dead are the greatest. No matter how many disputes and fights there were in life, they have turned to dust at this moment.

Hal Adam, the emperor of the Dragon Empire, was once his rival for power and also his relative. He deserves due respect.

Prince Longte slowly walked to Hal Adam's coffin and stopped to stare. His eyes were fixed on Hal Adam's eyes that had been closed forever, as if he was looking for something or wanted to convey something.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a conflicting feeling of victory and loss.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Hal Adam's cold and stiff face, and said in a low and emotional voice: "Brother, I won this round."

There was not much expression on Prince Longte's face, but his eyes inadvertently revealed deep sadness.

But this trace of sadness was quickly concealed by Prince Longte. As an emperor, he should not be bound by these things.

Just as Prince Longte was about to start the funeral, a carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the palace.

Elder Yunlong led Lin Yi and Su Xiao down from the carriage.

When his subordinates reported the news of these three people to Prince Longte, he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart.

This old man has a very close relationship with Hal Adam, and no one knows why Old Man Yunlong came here this time.

"Dean Yunlong, my brother just passed away. I am a little unwell due to grief. I hope you can forgive me."

Although everyone knew about Prince Longte's actions last night, necessary etiquette and performance were still indispensable on this occasion.

Prince Longte stood beside Hal Adam's coffin, dressed in black mourning clothes, with a sad expression, as if immersed in grief.

Outside the auditorium, cries of grief were heard one after another, creating a sad atmosphere.

Inside the auditorium, more than a dozen high-ranking officials were kneeling on the ground. Their status in the empire was extremely important, but at this moment they were all crying and gasping for breath.

"Meet Prince Longte."

There was no expression on old man Yunlong's face, as if he had simply come to mourn Hal Adam.

Prince Longte remained highly vigilant about this.

He was well aware of the huge gap in information between himself and Old Man Yunlong, which forced him to be cautious when facing Old Man Yunlong.

Although full of doubts in his heart, Prince Longte still chose to agree to Old Man Yunlong's request.

According to etiquette and rules, Old Man Yunlong does have the right to come and pay his respects, and Prince Longte cannot disrupt this tradition because of his doubts.

So, with Prince Longte's tacit consent, old man Yunlong slowly walked towards Hal Adam's coffin and began his condolences.

Old Man Shenglong walked slowly forward and bowed deeply towards Hal Adam's coffin to express his respect for the deceased.

Then he took a coin from his pocket and gently threw it into the coffin.

This is an ancient mourning ceremony of the Dragon Empire, which means paying a toll for the deceased to the world of the dead to ensure that his journey in the other world is smooth.

After finishing his condolences, old man Yunlong quietly stepped aside.

Afterwards, Lin Yi and Su Xiao walked to the coffin. Following the etiquette of old man Yunlong, they observed a few seconds of silence for Hal Adam's body.

Then, each of them took out a special coin from their pocket and gently threw it into the coffin.

Unlike the gold coins thrown by others, Lin Yi and Su Xiao's coins were black and white respectively, which was particularly eye-catching.

The moment the two coins touched Hal Adam's body, the sky suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)