Young Master Gao looked at Zhang Han, sighed, and shook his head helplessly. He had already tried to persuade him, but unfortunately his uncle didn't listen and insisted on seeing his father off on his last journey.

"Where is General Zhang Han going?" Chuilixun looked at Zhang Han and asked.

"By order, Xianyang is under martial law.

The imperial guards took over Xianyang!" Zhang Han did not hide anything.

"No need. Your Majesty was born as a great man, and will die as a ghost. The three armies will bid farewell to His Majesty and keep vigil at his funeral!" Chuilixun said, pointing to the solemn and orderly army outside Afang Palace.

Because the three armies had just sent the First Emperor's cavalry back to Xianyang and had not yet left, they were still gathered outside Epang Palace.

"This..." Zhang Han hesitated. This was an army of tens of thousands. There was also an army of nearly 100,000 outside Xianyang City.

If there was a riot, what would the Praetorian Guards do to resist?

Chuan Lixun didn't give Zhang Han a chance to think, and walked straight into the gate of Afang Palace. No one dared to stop him. When he saw the man in white approaching, everyone lowered their heads and saluted.

"What do you want, Young Master Qianxun? Your Majesty, come in with your sword in front of you!" the official at the gate of King Qin's palace shouted angrily.

This angry rebuke also woke up everyone in the mourning hall, and Chui Lixun was actually here.

"You shouldn't have come!" Regardless of whether it was Fusu, Li Si, Li Mu, Wang Bi or the others, they all sighed. They could completely suppress it. What Chuilixun should do at this time was to return to Jinling.

"Shut up!" Chuilixun glanced at the ceremony officer coldly,

Enter with sword in hand.

But something unexpected still happened,

The ceremony officials and doctors in mourning clothes actually hid their swords secretly and stabbed Qili Xun.

"Your Majesty, before your death, I do not want to kill anyone.

I don’t want to see blood and disturb His Majesty’s rest!” Chuilixun blocked with the scabbard of his sword, but did not draw the sword out of its sheath. He just pushed back everyone and continued to walk towards the mourning hall.

"The imperial guards obeyed the order, but if there is any abnormal movement, shoot them all!" Zhang Han arrived one step behind and was also frightened into a cold sweat. There were tens of thousands of troops outside Afang Palace. If the young master Qianxun died in the palace, Piao

Who can stop Qiying and Qiliwei?

What reason do the Ruishi Battalion and the Lishan Guard have to prevent the Hussar Battalion and the Qili Guard from taking revenge?

"Young Master!" Chui Lixun walked into the mourning hall, and everyone saluted.

The people who initially supported Chu Lixun's ascension to the throne also immediately came to Chu Lixun's side and said flattering words to invite the young master to take the throne.

Chuilixun didn't say anything. He walked to the coffin, carefully offered incense, knelt down and kowtowed, then stood up and looked straight at Fusu.

"Did you arrange those things outside?" Chuili Xun asked.

Fusu shook his head.

"Very good!" Chuilixun nodded, turned around and said, "Zhang Han!"

Zhang Han was stunned, looked at Fusu, and finally stepped forward to salute and replied: "The general is here!"

"Capture them all,

The three Yi tribes!" Chu Lixun said calmly.

"Here!" Zhang Han's heart was trembling, but the young master seemed calm.

In fact, he was angry,

But he was also very angry. He actually did such a thing in front of His Majesty. Even the three Yi tribes were lighthearted.

"Prince please ascend the throne!" Chuili Xun turned around and bowed to Fusu.

"This..." Everyone was stunned, including Fusu, who didn't expect it to be like this.

"Young Master, no, Your Majesty wants you to take the throne!" Those people still refused to give up and continued to speak.

"I said, please ask the crown prince to ascend the throne, do you have any opinions?" Chuili Xun turned around angrily, and pressed the Ding Qin sword with the scabbard directly on the man's neck, forcing him to kneel down.

The man broke into a cold sweat. Although the Ding Qin sword was not unsheathed, who didn't know that Young Master Qianxun was the number one master of the Great Qin clan. Even if the sword was not unsheathed, it would be easy to kill him.

"Fusu, what are you waiting for! As a prince, Your Majesty will be buried in heaven. If you don't ascend the throne immediately and mourn the whole world, do you still have to wait for me, the general, to do it?" Chuilixun did not take back the Ding Qin sword and shouted angrily.

Fusu was stunned again. He could tell that Qi Lixun was really angry, otherwise he wouldn't have called him by his name.

"Prince please ascend the throne!" Li Si, Li Mu, Wang Ben and others also understood what Chu Lixun meant and saluted Fusu.

Chao Lixun was really disappointed. When the First Emperor left, he was in such great glory and thousands of troops followed him, but he never expected that there would be so much farce before his death.

As a prince, his accession to the throne was a matter of course. How could the edict of passing the throne be changed? Fusu had no courage at all and allowed these people to cause trouble in front of the First Emperor's soul.

Meng Yi also reacted and took Fusu to the side room to change the emperor's robe and crown.

"Your Majesty, there are some things and things that should be cut off as soon as possible, instead of weighing and getting to the bottom of it!" Meng Yi said in a low voice.

He knew what Fusu was thinking. Fusu wanted to find out the mastermind behind this group of people, so he didn't stop it immediately.

However, some things cannot be allowed to happen. If the same thing happens while His Majesty is still there, His Majesty will directly change the imperial uniform and appear in front of everyone, and nothing will happen next.

Fusu nodded. He knew why his uncle was angry. His father was the person he respected the most and he did not allow anyone to tarnish it. What he did was indeed wrong.

"The new king has ascended the throne, and all the officials are paying homage to him!" In front of King Qin's palace, Fusu finally sat in the position he had dreamed of.

The civil servants and military generals came to the palace to pay homage. The civil servants were led by Li Si, and the military commanders were led by Qili Xun.

Li Mu and Wang Ben are now guest ministers who are not among the civil servants and military generals.

"Greetings to the new emperor, the Great Qin Dynasty will last forever!" Li Si led the civil servants to salute.

"Excuse me, gentlemen!" Fusu also bowed in return.

"Greetings to the new emperor, the Great Qin Dynasty will last forever!" Chuili Xun, Meng Tian, ​​Zi Checheng and other generals knelt down on one knee to salute.

"Excuse me, generals!" Fusu bowed again and returned the salute.

Under the auspices of Taimiao Ling and Zongzheng, the simple and quick enthronement ceremony ended. Next, assisted by Taimiao Ling and Zongzheng, the new king mourned across the country, and the governors and lieutenants of all counties went to Xianyang to participate in the national mourning.

Chuili Xun did not participate in anything anymore. He was dressed in mourning and kept vigil in the mourning hall.

When the national mourning was announced, the whole country was in an uproar, all the people mourned, the three armies stopped fighting, and the whole country stopped rejoicing.

Liquors, brothels, and brothels are all closed for business, and there must not be any sound of silk, bamboo, or pipe music, otherwise it will be the same as treason.

Even the heads of state who came to watch the ceremony had to comply, because the streets of Xianyang were full of imperial guards patrolling back and forth.

The coffin must be kept for seven days, otherwise the new emperor will be considered unfilial.

Therefore, seven days later, Fusu, Chuilixun and other ministers saw the First Emperor for the last time, and the coffin lid slowly closed.

"Your Majesty's era has finally passed!" Chuilixun sighed as he looked at the slowly closing coffin lid.

The emperor was buried in nine coffins, with hundreds of generals supporting the coffin, hundreds of officials clearing the way, thousands of troops accompanying him, and millions of people following behind, burying an era.
Chapter completed!