The sky turned white, the metal door of the laboratory slowly opened, and Lu Hailan walked out of the inside with the unconscious Lin Huan.

Waynedu, who was pale, stood outside the door, and had no idea how long he had been standing.

"Take him back to the room and arrange for the doctor to wait until he wakes up." Lu Hailan handed Lin Huan in his hand to Wayne Du, and ordered lightly, "Prepare me a set of clothes for the funeral and breakfast."

Wayne bowed and responded, his eyes swept across Lu Hailan's standing straight legs, and he stopped slightly.

Lu Hailan walked past him, got into the car waiting next to him, leaned down on the back of the chair, pressing his eyebrows weakly. Waynedu put Lin Huan in the passenger seat, then went around to the other side to get on the car, and started the car.

The car drove out of the side door to the west of the east courtyard, followed the driveway outside the courtyard, circled the courtyard wall for half a circle, drove into the courtyard gate on the other side, and soon arrived outside the courtyard. Waynedu sent Lin Huan back to the room, called the doctor to take care of him, and hurried back to Lu Hailan's bedroom. When he entered, Lu Hailan was changing clothes under the service of the eunuch. Waynedu's gaze was frozen on the other party's right leg, standing stiffly at the door as if he was stupid, and he was completely confused.

"Where is the breakfast I want?" Lu Hailan stood in front of the dressing mirror, and pointed his right leg into the trouser leg held by the eunuch. He turned around and looked at Wayne and asked.

Waynedu seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly said, "The kitchen is preparing, it's coming soon."

"Prepare two cars for me, and I won't be able to find out the history." Lu Hailan did not accuse him of being distracted, and directly ordered, "Select a few guards to follow me and ask them to change into regular clothes. Don't tell the palace first, and wait until I come back."

"I understand, let's arrange it."

Waynedu has fully understood what his crown prince is going to do. He is not Zhu Yan, and he will unconditionally obey any decision of Lu Hailan. Even if Zhu Yan is here, he may not be able to say dissuasion again... Lu Hailan has proved his determination in this matter and fully.

As the sun just rose from the horizon, Lu Hailan was already sitting in a galloping car and embarked on the way to the imperial capital. The unremarkable car drove along the hovering ramp onto the high-speed transmission channel and advanced rapidly under the conveyor of the suspended conveyor belt. Lu Hailan turned his head and looked at the scenery flashing outside the car window. Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen the scenery outside the palace with his own eyes.

...It's no different from what you see on the Internet.

Most people are like this. They are extremely eager when they can't get it. When they really get it, they feel that it's just that. It's both contradictory and ironic. Lu Hailan smiled self-deprecatingly, withdrew his gaze, leaned on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

At exactly ten o'clock in the morning, the White Princess's hearse set off from the palace on time.

The funeral procession was quite large, and the national funeral was the best. The spirit coffin surrounded by white chrysanthemums was quietly lying at the top of the hearse. The lid of the coffin was not opened, and people could not see the remains of the White Queen. Every few meters on both sides of the long street, an imperial guard in armor stood. When the hearse passed by, they neatly pulled out their swords from their waists and raised them to their foreheads. Due to martial law, ordinary people could not wait on the road in advance, so many people were waiting outside the palace early in the morning, following far behind the funeral convoy to deliver spirits to the White Queen Queen.

Lu Hailan's car also followed this team.

Princess Bai rarely showed up during her lifetime, and was not as passionate about public welfare as other powerful people. She had such a reputation mostly entrusted to her identity. Just because she was the beloved concubine of His Majesty, people simply imagined her as a beautiful and delicate woman, feeling sad for her early death... They did not care about who she was, how she lived, and how she died.

The emperor wanted this effect... a grand show to reflect his favoritism to Princess Bai and the Bai family in the northern border.

Lu Hailan leaned against the seat and quietly looked at the solemn crowd outside. He knew that his view was too extreme, and there might not be no one who was truly sad about the death of Princess Bai. Whether or not he was sympathetic to be cheap and blindly obedient, these people could gather here spontaneously, and there was nothing worthy of blame for the fact that these people could gather here spontaneously.

He was just venting his anger - vainly angry at his incompetence, his innate identity, his unchangeable torrent of the times, and his destiny as if he had long been doomed...

The funeral procession set out from the palace and came to the Dongling Mountains in the suburbs. This is the royal cemetery of the Lu royal family, which is not open to the public. The imperial guards guarded around the cemetery, and the general public stopped outside the cemetery. Only a few media allowed to follow the funeral convoy into the interior of the cemetery. People following here stepped forward one after another and placed the bouquets in their hands under the wall at the entrance of the cemetery. Lu Hailan opened his light brain and called out a map, and ordered the driver to drive to the place where he had positioned it on the map.

The car drove out of the crowd quietly, circled a big circle, and came to a hill located at the back right of the cemetery. The guards at the entrance to the mountain stopped the car. The driver rolled half of the window and handed out a six-digit identity card.

The guard was stunned, and his expression suddenly became much softer. This was a unique identity card within the Imperial Guard. The only mission of the Imperial Guard stationed on the Imperial Capital Star is to protect the royal family, and there is also a very simple and clear level division: the identity card with a number of nine digits is a regular imperial guards guarding the Imperial Capital Star, with an eight digit number, a special legion of guarding a specific area, known as the Yulin Army, a seven digit number, a large inner guard guarding the palace, a six digit number is the personal guard who is dedicated to guarding the royal family, and a five digit number is the commander and deputy commander of the Imperial Guard.

When the guards were placed in the past, they would naturally release the ID card when they saw it. However, today the situation was special. He handed the ID card back to the car window and whispered with a smile: "Brother, today the superiors issued strict orders, and no one is allowed to be allowed to be put in nearby... Otherwise, wait for me to inform the superiors?"

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked Lu Hailan, who was sitting in the back seat. Lu Hailan didn't say anything, took out an identity card from his arms and handed it to the front. The driver quickly turned around and took it with both hands, held it with both hands, and handed it out of the car window.

This identity card is different from the previous one. There is no identification number on it. One side is pitch black and the other is silver-white. There is a royal flame emblem with opposite colors in the lower right corner. The guard stared at the shock, took it with his hands carefully, and gently brushed it on his recognizer.

The next second he made a gesture behind him. A whole group of guards quickly stood at attention and were about to kneel down and bow, but was stopped by the driver's hand in the car window, and turned into a bow. The guards respectfully handed over Lu Hailan's identity card, without any nonsense, pulled the roadblock and gave up the road up the mountain.

There is no special scenery on the mountain, just a small pavilion. However, standing on the edge of the top of the mountain, you can see the scene in the cemetery from afar. This mountain is like a green crane with a bent neck spreading its wings. Lu Hailan stood on one side of the crane's neck and looked here from the cemetery. His figure happened to be covered by the curved mountain walls and could not be seen.

This mountain is called Feihe Mountain.

The dark coat was blown by the wind on the top of the mountain, and Lu Hailan stood straight on the edge of the cliff, quietly looking at the cemetery in the distance. The funeral procession stopped at the predetermined position near the right side of the cemetery. A figure slowly walked forward from behind everyone, his face was a little haggard. He stood in front of the already dug grave, silent, and his back seemed particularly lonely.

The media allowed to follow the filming throughout the whole process were surprised and ecstatic to shoot this scene, because it was not someone else standing there, but His Majesty, the greatest and most noble emperor of this empire, Lu Chuxing.

He was not an emperor at this time, but just a man who had lost his beloved - all those who saw this scene couldn't help but think of this.

His Majesty the Emperor did not appear here to make a speech. He just watched and watched his beloved woman buried deep underground. The media chose silence tactfully. There was no other noise in the broadcast screen except for the white-robed instructor chanting the words of the memorial poem gently.

On Feihe Mountain in the distance, Lu Hailan suddenly turned around and saw several small cars driving up the mountain. He was stopped by his guards. Several men in black windbreakers got out of the car. Lu Hailan's guards were about to ask, but the other party moved. Three guards who met Lu Hailan fell down, and the other party was also kicked away by counterattack.

Both sides were a little surprised. Lu Hailan's guard leader pulled down his head and tilted his head to report the situation to Lu Hailan. He was left with only one subordinate, but he did not seem panic. Under the escort of several men in black, a middle-aged man with gray hair from the other party's car. He wore a very exaggerated large sunglasses on his face, which almost covered most of his face. Lu Hailan walked to the top of the mountain road and looked at him from a distance.

"Let him come up." Lu Hailan ordered the guard leader.

He was naturally referring to the middle-aged man. When the guard leader saw the way out of the mountain, he raised his hand and blocked his hand, indicating that his subordinates should not follow. Lu Hailan retracted his gaze on the top of the mountain and turned back to the position he had been standing before. Soon, a figure appeared beside him. The middle-aged man's gray-brown coat flew with the wind and took off the ridiculous large sunglasses on his face.

They stood side by side, quietly looking at the funeral in the distant cemetery.

She is dead.

They were watching.
Chapter completed!