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That woman, with her bloodstained hands, was actually very lucky.

Because she had Epsilon.

Meng Fuyao sighed and turned to leave. Epsilon looked up suddenly and smiled at her.

”Thank you,” he said.

Meng Fuyao froze and then witnessed Epsilon quietly collapse.

He died.

Without any warning, the fourth in the Top Ten, the renowned Epsilon, had chosen to end his life after personally ending the life of his lover.

Perhaps he cut his own meridians, or perhaps, it was just the end of his natural life span. He had spent the latter half of his life living for her. Her death would mean the end of his purpose.

The last sentence he had said in his lifetime, was a 'thank you' to Meng Fuyao, the perpetrator that had destroyed his reputation completely.

To thank her for fulfilling his dreams.

He had stayed by the Empress' side, never once thinking of taking her for himself. But when he had finally done so, he had finally felt that his life had not been in vain.

A lifetime of glory and admiration from others could not hold a candle to this final and last brilliance.

As Meng Fuyao came out from the Tenth Princess' mansion, Meng Fuyao ordered her subordinates to cremate the Xuanji Empress together with Epsilon, according to the will the Epsilon had left behind.

At the entrance, she met the waiting Tang Yi Zhong. He had arrived with Zhangsun Wuji in order to take control over Tenth Princess' 3,000 guards. Zhangsun Wuji had a discussion with him a couple of days ago. While Meng Fuyao had no inkling as to what had gone on in the discussion, Tang Yi's actions today explained everything.

When he heard of Xuanji Empress' death, his jaw dropped in shock. Upon hearing the news that she was to be cremated together with Epsilon, his jaw hit the ground.

”Are you crazy?! Aren't you shaming the Xuanji imperial family? She is, after all, still the Empress! She will be buried in the mausoleum!”

”I have already shamed more than one, I do not care about shaming another one,” Meng Fuyao replied casually.

”But… But you can't cremate her with Epsilon,” Tang Yi Zhong stuttered. ”Won't it be fulfilling her… wishes?”

”You're wrong,” Meng Fuyao said calmly. ”I am fulfilling Epsilon's wishes, not hers. For a woman like her, her dream is to be buried in the mausoleum after her death, to enjoy the prayers of her royal descendants for eternity. Then, I will do the exact opposite.”

Beside her, Zong Yue, who had been silent ever since Xuanji Empress' death, trembled slightly.

Meng Fuyao noticed but did not say anything. Instead, she turned to Tang Yi Zhong and said, ”It is high time for the cat to be let out of the bag. Sir Tang, please make your choice. It is either you lend me your army of 100,000 soldiers to help me settle the issue, or I use Da Han's army to settle the issue. Your choice.”

”What else is there to say.” Tang Yi Zhong shrugged. ”I will listen to whoever has the Imperial Jade Seal.”

”Oh?” Meng Fuyao gave him a side glance. ”What about the imperial edict?”

”Imperial edict?” Tang Yi Zhong laughed. ” The seal hasn't be placed on the imperial edict!”

”Very well then, let's go,” Meng Fuyao said simply and left on her horse. She did not bother to check if the two followed along.

Her not chasing them away was already a big step forward. The two would not mind her attitude.

From Tenth Princess' mansion to the palace, it was the closest to go by the northern palace. To enter from that door, they would first have to pass by the northwest corner of the palace.

Meng Fuyao headed straight for the palace's main hall. But suddenly, she stopped at a crossroads.

She tilted her head and looked towards the direction with a cluster of short trees.

Behind that thicket, was a wall that was sealed up. Behind that wall, it contained the memories of palace life.

Meng Fuyao stood there and suddenly recalled the experience of finding out this palace. The realization hit her, and then she turned to ask, ”Zhangsun Wuji, that night, the black figure that guided us here, was it arranged by you?”

Behind her, Zhangsun Wuji nodded. ”Yes.”

Meng Fuyao laughed. 'He wanted to know how much I remembered, huh? But then, afterward, he dragged me away… Zhangsun Wuji, a man who has been decisive all his life, was so conflicted over this…'

She sighed and decided to pry the bushes apart, walking straight through.

Zhangsun Wuji followed suit, but Zong Yue stood frozen outside.

Zhangsun Wuji turned back and glanced at him. ”There are some things that become more painful the more you hide it. To treat the root of the illness or to let it slowly kill you, you decide for yourself.” Zhangsun Wuji told him.

Zong Yue closed his eyes, and then quietly made his way across the thicket.

Meng Fuyao had already strode over the wall, pushed open the doors and made her way into the floor covered in dust. One could still spot footsteps that were left by them the other day. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

The last footprint was right outside the tiny room, underneath the window. She saw the cupboard from the corner of her eyes and immediately blocked out her memories.

Meng Fuyao walked over. Her footsteps overlapped with the footprints made that day. She stood calmly in front of the window and then made her way into the room.

She saw the cupboard at first glance.