As the final rites came to an end, the deep toll of the bell faded into silence.
The incense had nearly burned out.
The prayers ceased.
The ceremonial officials stepped back.
And just like that, the Emperor's funeral was over.
One by one, the gathered forces began to withdraw.
Some calmly.
Some with lingering glances.
Some were already sending silent signals to their allies.
Bai Zihan turned and was about to leave as well.
He had no intention of lingering.
Everything that needed to be seen had been seen.
But then… his movement paused.
His gaze shifted.
It landed on a figure not far away.
Yu Feiyan!
The Ninth Princess.
For a brief moment, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Something felt off about her.
Unlike her usual self, she did not carry that calm, almost calculating composure.
Nor that subtle charm she often wielded effortlessly.
Instead, she stood still and silent.
Her expression… subdued.
There was a faint trace of sorrow lingering in her eyes.
