Chapter 1360: Chapter 1360

She pondered for a moment, how could she say she had no relatives left? She still had a lover and a son in Great Wu! Nine Realms Sky wanted to reunite with her son, so she secretly contacted Master Sun. She thought now that the Great Chieftain had disappeared, everyone could stop hiding, and he should be happy about it, but who would’ve thought this ungrateful man would actually ask her to stay in the Northern Plain!

"Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your son," he assured.

"Intentionally expose your whereabouts in the Northern Plain, and the leaders of various tribes will definitely want to have you. Pretend to test them and choose Windsor."

"If your previous lover never returns, follow Windsor wholeheartedly, unite the 36 Tribes in the Northern Plain, and when Windsor submits to me, it will be the day you and your son reunite."

"If the Great Chieftain returns, secretly contact him, weep and tell him that you had no choice but to do it, that your true feelings are for him, and that you are willing to endure humiliation and serve as an undercover ally beside Windsor!"

Nine Realms Sky was dumbstruck. In her thousands of years of existence, she had never seen such a cunning thief! Not being humane at all!

However, her son was in Master Sun’s hands. Master Sun pulled smooth talk and eloquence, and Nine Realms Sky reluctantly agreed.

At first, Nine Realms Sky thought Windsor was also a woman secretly raised by Master Sun in the Northern Plain, but it wasn’t until she got close to Windsor that she found out that Windsor was truly devoted to Glenn Mitchell. For a moment, Nine Realms Sky’s mind was filled with the unspoken stories between "boss, subordinate, and subordinate’s wife"...

But that’s another story.

Before Master Sun left the Northern Plain, he secretly contacted Windsor again and informed her of her future policy in the Northern Plain. However, after talking for a long time, Windsor complained about why Master Sun hadn’t brought Glenn Mitchell along. Glenn Mitchell was a true hero who should be favored by Master Sun.

Master Sun was at a loss for words. After leaving with his sleeves shaking, he decided to bring Glenn Mitchell along after he returned to the Northern Plain as the matter was too important.

The Imperial Clan Ancestor wished he could give an immediate order to behead all the Imperial Guards outside the Doomful Mountain and Sea, but after finding the Emperor’s corpse, he still used these guards to temporarily build a huge coffin, before placing the body on a mechanical flying vehicle escorted by the Imperial Guards, returning to the Capital in a grand parade. The world was then informed that the Emperor had died.

Without these guards, there would only be the Ancestral Patriarch, Harriet, and Abner Lane. The pomp wouldn’t be grand enough.

Instead of publicly announcing that the Emperor had died of natural causes, they didn’t dare reveal that he had been killed by spies from the Northern Plain. If the truth were to be announced, the Imperial Court would lose face, and revenge would be demanded. But could they really do that now... or more bluntly put, could they afford to send troops to the Northern Plain? The answer was most likely no.

Although Master Sun’s bravery and loyalty led him to kill the Great Chieftain of the Northern Plain alone, the three of them didn’t expect any real results. It would most likely just lead to a rampage through the 36 Tribes of the Northern Plain, letting out some steam before being driven out by the Great Chieftain and his powerful witch priests - and that could not really be considered revenge.

As the news spread, every family wore mourning, and during the mourning period, there were no celebrations or music. It was a great shock to the Imperial Court, but for ordinary people, the impact was not significant, and they even felt a little sorry for having to spend their own money to buy a foot of white cloth to wear on their heads.

Under the command of the Ancestral Patriarch and escorted by the Emperor’s funeral procession, they returned to the Capital in half a day. The Crown Prince led the Imperial Princes and Grandchildren sixty miles out to greet them, crying bitterly at the funeral procession—a great performance in itself.

Back in the palace, the Empress had already fainted from crying several times. Perhaps, she’s the only one who showed true emotions.

Under the joint management of Master Dunn and Harriet, the Imperial Court began to discuss the Emperor’s funeral arrangements. He should have started building his mausoleum by this age, but he didn’t, thinking he was in his prime. In reality, building a mausoleum would cost a lot of money, and wasn’t it better to use that money for pleasure?

As a result, even the location of the Imperial Tomb had not been determined yet.

All these issues were now on Master Dunn and Harriet’s shoulders as they busied themselves with handling the Emperor’s funeral. Meanwhile, the door officials of various princes were secretly active in and out of the Capital like midnight mice!

Although the Emperor had clearly expressed his intention for the Fifth Prince to succeed him before his death, the Crown Prince had not yet been officially named. In this situation, everyone still had a chance.

The formerly virtually housebound Crown Prince, Third Prince, and others regained their ambitions, especially the Crown Prince, who had always been the eldest. The principle of passing it to the eldest rather than the youngest was natural law.

These princes’ door officials secretly visited various senior officials in the court and left the Capital to make contact with local senior officials and generals, causing chaos.

Harriet was extremely annoyed. He had already chosen the Fifth Prince, but he was now too busy dealing with the Emperor’s funeral to suppress the other princes.

It was difficult for Harriet to suppress all the princes with his strength alone, as they had used all their connections and resources to stake everything on this moment.

For a time, the Capital, which should have been grief-stricken, was swirling with undercurrents.

The Fifth Prince knelt before the Emperor’s coffin every day. He didn’t have much affection for his father, but the Fifth Prince’s thoughts were simple: after all, he was still his biological father, and he should fulfill his filial duty .

After keeping vigil for a day, the other princes often found various excuses to slip away secretly, and it goes without saying where they went.