Wang Sheng even recited a few lines of the Spiritual Song, not many, just a few phrases. He still very much appreciated such a ruthless person as the young emperor, so he paid his respects briefly.
Not long after, all the soil was covered, and a grave was formed.
"You never wanted to be the emperor, yet you ended up as the last one. The fate of the nation disintegrated before you; it seems you personally saw it off..."
Wang Sheng rambled a bit, offering some consolation to the young emperor.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but after he had buried the young emperor, he felt as if he had buried not just him but something more significant.
Unknowingly, his eyes turned towards the Imperial City.
He seemed to see something fading away, dissipating—a scene Wang Sheng had witnessed before when Mo Yang received some boon after rescuing three counties.
Only now, it was moving away, disappearing into the void.
"Did I just bury an entire dynasty?"
