Back in the city, Lu Qian first retrieved Han Wen's corpse. At this point, the enemy's bodies were just gathered together, ready for cremation. If Lu Qian had been a step later, it would have been difficult to tell who was who.
"Thanks to you having a good wife, otherwise you'd be feeding fish in the river." Lu Qian thought silently, adding, "Of course, you were a good husband as well."
Outside the city, he found a secluded mountain forest, carved a giant wood into a coffin, and buried Han Wen and Third Lady's bodies together.
Han Wen died after exhausting his lifespan, once a great mass of flesh, now turned into a shriveled old man. His body was placed with the equally gaunt body of Third Lady, covered and buried under heavy yellow soil.
No matter how great the empire one establishes, no matter the kind of legendary figure, like the rolling river flowing eastward, in the end, everything returns to dust, buried in the sands of time.
