The Beili Emperor considered burial in the imperial mausoleum the highest of honors. He believed that once the people learned of it, they would praise him as a good monarch, sing his praises, and public support would soar.
What a perfect little scheme he had cooked up.
'However, the issue of her burial set off alarm bells for Ye Qianning. If she really can't regain consciousness and gets buried, it's all over.'
'Even if she wouldn't have to face the fear of being buried alive, living forever in a space devoid of human life would be its own kind of torture.'
'A lifetime is a very long time...!'
All eyes were on Sang Zhi as he approached, step by step.
"Your Highness." Mr. Li stepped forward and bowed, his expression complicated. "Eighth Prince, the Emperor has ordered me to escort you back to the palace."
