The Fourth Princess's Gossip System

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In an atmosphere full of sadness, news suddenly spread like a heartbreaking breeze: Emperor Dayun has died. A moody nuance pervades the country of Dayun, vividly illustrated by the white cloth traces that dangle in every corner of the capital. As light fades from the sky, cheerful colors have been replaced by this symbolic whiteness.

However, it was not only the color that changed.The roar of grief also dyed the air. His voices mourn as melancholic songs of sorrow, heard to the hidden corners of the city.

Especially in the small palace, striking changes were seen in every corner of it. The elements that had previously exuded courage and strength, were now fused in a pure and holy white.

The servants, in the small palace also wore white clothes as a final tribute to the Emperor who had died.

In an atmosphere of deep sorrow, Zhang Fei wore all-white clothes made of fine silk, giving gentleness to his steadfast look. However, the fabric material has a distinctive texture of a luxury fabric in ancient China known as "qing" — this fabric gives elegance without leaving an excessive glamorous impression.

This time, there was no jewelry that fulfilled her appearance. All of his attributes were innocent in nature, showing a sincere respect for a miserable situation.

In contrast to the deaths of the princes, Zhang Fei acted as an aunt, where she did not need to kneel or show any signs of grief, Zhang Fei was obliged to participate in kneeling and crying activities in the palace.

"peach girl, is everything ready?" he asked a faithful peach girl to accompany him.

"Already, Princess," replied the peach girl respectfully, nodding her head and carrying an item.

It is a piece of cloth filled with cotton. Later, this cloth would be placed under Zhang Fei's knees as he kneeled, preventing his knees from being injured from kneeling all day.

In addition, there was also a piece of handkerchief soaked in onion water, giving off the scent of onions.This handkerchief would help Zhang Fei in crying in the palace.

According to custom and tradition, when a person does not cry when his relatives die, it is considered a lack of affection.

 Therefore, aside from kneeling down as a sign of respect, crying is also a demand.

Zhang Fei looked into the room and softly asked in his mind, "Mama, where is the prince's current Uncle?"

((Right now he's back at the main palace where he's doing a kneeling and crying event as usual.")

Zhang Fei pondered for a moment before speaking again, "Oh, what about the plan? Has it started yet?"

("Of course. Does the Princess want to hear it now or later?")

 "How about we hold off first? Later, when I get down on my knees, Mama can tell me more."

( "Of course, it doesn't matter. Mama will accompany you in silence kneeling and crying. Does it take Mama to tell a sad story for the scene to be purer?")

Zhang Fei shook his head "No, I can do it myself."

With that decision, the reporting on the events of the day was delayed by Zhang Fei. He immediately left the small palace and headed towards the main palace with a horse carriage decorated with white elements as a sign of mourning.

 The carriage was also equipped with the attribute of everything being white in color. White cloth fluttered around the carriage and horses were ready to take him to the main palace.

On the way to the main palace, Zhang Fei saw streets decorated with white flowers and white cloths adorning the entire length of the street. The domineering white color gave a clear message.The capital was mourning in homage to the death of the Emperor.

"the snow is about to melt but the white color is getting more striking, Ckckck" muttered zhang Fei.

Right now zhang Fei did not have a good feeling, not because of the death of the Emperor but because of the contents of the decree that would be heard later.

Usually the edict would only be read on the second day the Emperor died. On the day on the 14th day it was the day on which the Emperor would be buried.

But before being buried there will be an order to raise the new emperor.

"Mama I just wish the 4th Prince arrived early in the capital. He will definitely be crowned Emperor once he arrives here, only on that day can I breathe a sigh of relief"

("Say, if you want to cry later, this is not the time")

Shortly after the carriage of the horse carriage arrived at the gate of the state palace, Zhang Fei looked at the incredible scene.

Thousands of people have gathered inside the palace compound, dressed in all-white clothing as a sign of mourning. As if a sea of humans were fused in grief, they were divided into two towering halls, separating male mourners and female mourners.

Amidst the crowd, the close relatives of the deceased were placed. They were asked to kneel from the first day until the Emperor's funeral, which would take place on the 14th day. Currently, the Princes were not in the capital, so relatives from the Emperor's mother's side and the Prince's own Uncle represented the deceased's family.

Through the gossip system, Zhang Fei could easily tell that the Prince's Uncle was kneeling inside a special hall for men. She was then directed to a special hall for women, where she was required to kneel for 14 days as a sign of her final respect.

The ritual begins at 5am every day and lasts non-stop except for lunch breaks, then continues until 5pm.

Imagine how hard this task is, kneeling for hours every day, not just kneeling, but crying.

 Zhang Fei stepped into the female-only hall with the help of a small eunuch. She was greeted by a courtyard decorated with white curtains that embodied peace and sadness, as well as white flowers that presented a soothing fragrance. In the middle of the hall, there was a place where he would kneel down and feel the heavy burden of tradition that had to be lived.

The little eunuch who showed me the way carried a piece of cotton padding to everyone present.He also brought it along for zhang Fei.

There were dozens of large steps here.So zhang Fei had to carry out this tradition according to his status, the stairs became a status symbol of that time.

He was the direct brother-in-law of the deceased emperor. So here his own status was high enough that he had to kneel alone in such a vast area.

Had the Emperor had many sisters-in-law and nephews .Perhaps the place where , zhang Fei was currently required to kneel down, would be filled with people.

But due to the Emperor's own greed so his blood brother was just the prince's uncle and his sister-in-law was only zhang Fei.

He doesn't even have a nephew.

But the Emperor still had a few cousins he got from his mother's side. But at this time the cousins were not close to the Emperor, even so they also remained on their knees in their respective positions.

Soon Zhang Fei found his location and the little eunuch placed the pads on the floor. After which he lowered his head slightly and left the location.

So Zhang Fei immediately knelt there and started his crying event by attaching a handkerchief with the scent of onions.

Uhh just imagine how grievous Zhang Fei's eyes were at that moment. She's not crying out of sadness but crying out of onions, Okay .

"Okay mah, continue reporting how the enemy ambush event is today" zhang Fei said on the system.

("OK, begini..").

On the morning of the same day, the Third Prince began his action around 6am. At a time when everyone was involved in the mourning event in the main palace to honor the tradition of kneeling and crying. Ironically, at the same hour actually Zhang Fei had just entered the main palace.

"Prince, there's smoke.. uhuk..."

"Where did this smoke come from?"

"Oh, my eyes are burning..."

"Prince..."

Slowly, smoke began to fill the secret passageway. The condition of the soldiers who accompanied him looked chaotic and uncomfortable. The Third Prince did not escape the impact.

Disturbed by the thickening smoke, the Third Prince quickly tore a piece of cloth from his arm and covered his nose. "Damn, has this plan been uncovered? Is there a traitor on my team?" he thought worried in his heart.

"Prince!"

"Retreat! Let's pull back and re-plan" the Third Prince exclaimed, he couldn't stand the smoke getting worse. Just like the other soldiers, he felt sore eyes and his throat irritated by this smoke of unknown origin.

Immediately hundreds of soldiers galloped in the direction in which they came.

When the Third Prince and his group tried to return to the starting point, they discovered a shocking thing. Even there, on a supposedly safe path, smoke also began to infiltrate. The tension grew when they realized that their plan seemed to have been known.

The Third Prince anxiously realized that the path he had taken had reached a dead end. In the uncertainty surrounding the secret passage, on both sides it was clear that someone had lit a burning fire, as if driving smoke into the middle of the hall.

 In a critical moment, his voice sounded trembling as he shouted out the command to the soldiers accompanying him, "All of them, you run! Passing fire!"

Hearing the harsh command, the soldiers immediately took action.

Someone shouted to the soldiers, "Use the body lighten up! Jump over the fire quickly!"

The soldiers who heard, immediately responded quickly. They gather their inner strength and activate the body lightening techniques that they have mastered well.

In a single move, they jumped at an astonishing height, as if touching the clouds above. Their quick steps helped them pass through the flames safely and quickly.

Not only was the Third Prince and the warrior jumping over flames with this skill, there was also a warrior who had an unexpected plan. While jumping, he quickly kicked a piece of burning wood, tearing it from the source of the fire. The burning wood drifted away, giving them a safer path.

This action proved to inspire other soldiers who saw it. They see that one action can bring about change, and so many of them feel compelled to follow that step.

While some made it through safely, some of the other soldiers were not so lucky.

 Some of the soldiers were trapped by the flame that suddenly licked high. Screams of panic filled the air, and the smell of the burning wood grew stronger. Some of the soldiers even burned, and the flames licked their clothes fiercely.

Akkh....

Alhhkkkp..

The Third Prince felt a frantic tremor engulf, but he had to remain calm and focused. In an attempt to help the trapped warriors, he shouted another command, "Help them! Extinguish fire!"

Some of the soldiers who managed to get through the fire safely immediately turned around to help their friends. They fought hard, tearing their own clothes to extinguish the blazing flames on the bodies of their comrades. Shouts of pain and effort were heard, but eventually the fire was extinguished.

Disaster comes from all sides. In a temporary victory over the flames and smoke they had gone through, the Third Prince's soldiers made it out safely. They shrewdly avoided the seemingly visible threat, but did not yet know that a new danger awaited behind the fire.

As they felt as if the threat had disappeared, they did not realize that behind the burning flames, dozens of elite soldiers from the Third Prince's uncle had prepared to wait for the right time to attack. Focusing on helping other soldiers caught in the flames, they were unaware that their enemies had set a menacing trap.

The Third Prince himself managed to escape from the fire, but he did not long get a bitter reality.

As he looked towards his opponents, the gazes of the dozens of elite soldiers looked at him with contempt and disdain, as if assuming they were merely weak opponents.

Anger and frustration erupted within the Third Prince, but he knew that the rebellion they were in could not be forgiven.

If you win, you are the Emperor, but if you lose, death is the answer.

With a loud voice, the Third Prince called out to all his soldiers, an exclamation that was full of vigor and determination. "Warriors, everybody! Careful, we've been surrounded! everybody, come on!"

The sword in his hand flashed in the sunlight, immediately moving through the dense smoke and fire that became his background.

In an agile and agile movement, those elite soldiers approached, their attacks coming from various directions. The Third Prince moved with speed and resisted every attack that came. His agility and skill in battle allowed him to dodge the swords that were sliding towards him.

Trangs..

Hiyats...

Akhhhh.

The attack suddenly managed to find a gap. A sword launched a deep sabre at the Third Prince's chest. The pain pierced him, and he felt warm blood filling his mouth.

The deep wound he had sustained from Uncle Prince was still not healed yet, but now he was getting a new one.

"i won't lose so easily"

Because of his, the third Prince got up again and attacked with his remaining strength. He did not even have time to wipe the blood coming out of his mouth.

Slaps...

Akhhh..

Shortly after, another elite warrior managed to snatch his sword deftly at the Third Prince's waist. The pain stung and he felt a dizziness that struck. His body felt weak, and he almost lost his balance.

Although his body felt limp and sore, the Third Prince did not give up. In a movement filled with willpower, he fell for a while but then got back up. He felt blood flowing in his body, but his will to fight was not quenched.

With gasping breaths and blood coursing through his body, the Third Prince remained standing, holding his sword tightly.

All around her were cries of spirit and the sound of unsheathed swords thundering in the air. In this crowd, there was no way home for Pengeran to the three and his warriors.

They've only got two picks, win or die.