His eyes gradually lost their sparkle.

The grandson of Songtsen Gampo and the second Zampu of the Plateau Empire, Mansong Mangtsen, was assassinated.

Died in Potala Palace at the age of thirty-five.

Li Yan let go of his hand and bowed to the body.

The princess wiped her tears, turned around and bowed down: "Please Deputy Ambassador Li, please save the lives of our Subi family. Tubo must have a Zanpu to suppress the Gar family. My son is still young and cannot take on this important task. Please

Wang Wuwei and all the envoys, help us get through this critical moment!"

Li Yan gave him a help and sighed: "Forget it, since the Naga family dared to murder even Zan Pu and acted almost crazy, our envoys must also be prepared. But if Xiaojie temporarily pretends to be Zan Pu,

What to do with Zamp’s body?”

The princess gritted her teeth and said: "I can only offend the king. I believe he has a spirit in heaven and will agree to what I do!"

Li Yan: "..."

No, I don't think he will agree.

Historically, it was the Gar family who kept the mourning secret, but this time it’s up to you to keep the mourning secret.

Is this the fate of Manson Manzan?

Do you have to stink for a while after death before you can be buried in peace?

…

finally.

The body of Mansong Manzan lay silently in the dark compartment of the palace.

Wang Xiaojie put on bloody clothes and lay on the bed.

The princess took a deep breath and opened the red curtain:
Chapter completed!