Chapter 1138 - 1080. The Zenith Of The Sun Arrived
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The yard was deathly silent, save for the grim, metallic scrape of the executioners slowly pulling their heavy blades free from the bloody wood. Lie Fan rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, the cold morning wind pulling at his crimson robes. The generals were dead. The easy part of the day was over. Now, he had to wait for the sun to reach its zenith, where the poisoned cup awaited for the Cao Clan.
Time passed by with agonizing slowness as Emperor Lie Fan sat upon the raised wooden platform, his eyes tracking the gradual, inevitable ascent of the sun toward the center of the pale, cloudless sky. The hard packed dirt of the execution yard had already begun to absorb the dark pools of blood, leaving behind a stark, macabre stain that served as a brutal testament to the cost of unification.
Lie Fan slowly raised his right hand, extending two fingers in a silent, absolute command toward the captain of his elite heavy infantry.
"Treat their remains not as the refuse of common traitors, but as the fallen pillars of a bygone age," Lie Fan ordered, his voice cutting through the lingering chill of the morning wind. "Collect the heads and the bodies of the five generals. Have them meticulously cleaned by the morticians. Wash the blood from their faces and sew their heads back to their shoulders with the utmost care. Wrap them in the finest, unblemished white silk our weavers can provide."
The captain of the guard bowed so deeply his helmet nearly grazed the dirt. "It shall be done perfectly, Your Imperial Majesty."
"When the final judgments of the day are concluded," Lie Fan continued, his gaze drifting over the fallen bodies of the men who had once terrified the central plains, "they are to be buried in the earth directly surrounding the grave of Cao Mengde and the male members of the Cao Clan. They served as his shield in life, they shall serve as his eternal vanguard in death."
The soldiers immediately mobilized, following the explicit, respectful order of their Emperor without a moment of hesitation. They moved with a profound, solemn reverence, carefully lifting the massive frame of Xu Chu, the gaunt form of Xiahou Dun, and the bodies of their comrades.
They handled the fallen Wei generals with the professional, unspoken respect that only seasoned warriors could harbor for formidable adversaries, placing them onto wooden stretchers to be respectfully secured and transported to the mortuary tents.