g had charged in and out of the enemy camp, his only companions being a silver spear and a white horse, all to save the young Liu Adou, who was now the current Emperor Liu Shan. 

Without Zhao Zilong's bravery and sacrifice, Liu Shan would not be the emperor he was today. 

"Your Majesty, we've arrived at the General's residence!" The driver's voice reached the carriage, and Liu Shan stepped out. Looking at the General's mansion, his heart was filled with gratitude. 

"Can't you see the Emperor has arrived? Hurry inside and announce his presence!" a eunuch accompanying him commanded harshly. 

The guards at the gate of the General's mansion all knelt down, instantly recognizing the emperor. 

"No need for formalities, take me to see the old General!"

The guards quickly opened the gate, leading Liu Shan through the front courtyard and main hall, stopping outside Zhao Zilong's quarters. Liu Shan hesitated, unsure of how to face the situation.

"Your Majesty, why do you hesitate?" the guard questioned.

Liu Shan waved his hand, sending the guards and eunuchs away before he stepped inside alone.

"Master, the Emperor is here!" the old servant announced to Zhao Zilong. "Shall I help you up?"

"Help me up!"

"Cough cough~"

"Uncle, you are ill, no need to get up," Liu Shan said quickly as he approached. "It is my fault for not visiting you sooner."

"Your Majesty need not blame yourself. I fear I will not survive through the night," Zhao Zilong replied weakly, leaning against the pillows. "You must govern diligently and kindly, and be a good emperor in the future!"

"I will," Liu Shan nodded solemnly. "I will heed your words and be a diligent and kind ruler."

"Good, good, good," Zhao Zilong said, relief washing over him as he lay back down. Tears flowed from Liu Shan’s eyes, falling on Zhao Zilong's hand. 

"Do not cry. As the Emperor, how can you shed tears so easily?" Zhao Zilong chastised. "After my death, you must treat my family well."

"I promise you!"

Hearing the emperor's promise, Zhao Zilong smiled. The hand resting on the blanket fell limp, and his eyes closed forever.

"Master, Master..."

"Uncle, Uncle..." 

Everyone in the room knelt, sobbing. The entire General's mansion was engulfed in grief, the mourning echoed through the streets and alleys. 

Even Zhao Zilong’s loyal horse, sensing its master’s death, neighed sorrowfully before breaking free from its stall and smashing its head against a wall, dying instantaneously. 

His silver spear, which had accompanied him through countless battles, trembled violently, grieving for its master until it shattered into pieces.

"The Master is gone!"
"The warhorse killed itself!"
"The silver spear broke on its own!"

Amid the mournful cries of the guards, a soul identical to Zhao Zilong appeared above

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