Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 103 - 101- Arc 3

Unlike what many expected, including Zosia, she noticed that she was beginning to feel a certain degree of relief and that even her body had adapted to the soul devoring effect, even to the extent of devoring it instead.

Walking down the Palace Hallways with a throng of followers behind her. They were all dressed in black funeral cloth.

The loyalist nobles had been released but not all of them were alive. Some were either injured or had been killed.

She made sure to compensate their families very well.

As for the traitors, she currently had them locked up. Later, they will be sent for execution.

They walked towards the Emperor Mausoleum. From the Palace to the Emperor Mausoleum is a long stretch but they walked instead of making use of carriages. The only carriage is the one carrying the Emperor's body in a gold coffin.

The procession moved forward, the sound of the Emperor's golden carriage wheels crunching against the gravel path adding a somber rhythm to their steps. As they exited the palace gates, the full scale of the mourning became evident. Thousands of citizens lined the streets, their faces a mixture of sorrow and reverence. Some wept openly, others stood in silent tribute, but all eyes were on the golden carriage and the woman leading the procession.

Zosia looked up to the sky filled with grey clouds.

A sense of melancholy draped over the procession like a heavy shroud, the sound of footsteps echoing.

They had left the palace, now walking to the Emperor's Mausoleum. Luckily the road was smooth as the Emperor had tiled the road.

As they continued their slow march towards the Mausoleum, Zosia's thoughts turned to the future. The traitors would be dealt with, justice would be served, but beyond that, she needed a plan to rebuild.

Since, she could stay in this world till she dies a natural death or is killed either in the battlefield or by anything, she needs to rebuild the Empire she would rule.

She also needs to heal the wounds that ran deep within the fabric of the empire. She glanced at the nobles walking behind her, noting the mix of determination and weariness in their eyes.

They had lost much, but they were still here, ready to rebuild, to fight for a better future.

Upon reaching the Mausoleum, the grandeur of the structure was a stark reminder of the legacy she had inherited. Massive stone pillars rose into the sky, and intricate carvings depicted the history of the empire, each ruler immortalized in stone.

The golden coffin was carried inside with great care, and as they placed it upon the marble pedestal, Zosia stepped forward, her heart heavy with the words she needed to speak.

"Today, we lay to rest a great man," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

"A leader who dedicated his life to the prosperity and protection of our empire. His legacy is one of strength, wisdom, and unwavering commitment to his people. We mourn his loss deeply, but we must also honor his memory by continuing his work." She paused, allowing the weight of her words to settle over the crowd. "We face a challenging road ahead, but I believe in our strength, in our unity. Together, we will overcome this darkness and emerge stronger. We owe it to him, and to ourselves, to build a future worthy of his sacrifice."

As her speech concluded, a chorus of voices rose in unison, a solemn vow to uphold the values the Emperor had embodied. Zosia felt a surge of determination. The road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but she was not alone. With the support of her people, she would guide the empire through its darkest hours and into the light of a new dawn. She had never ruled before but she definitely would not back down.

The ceremony continued, filled with rituals and tributes, each one a step towards closure and the beginning of a new chapter. As the final rites were performed, Zosia looked around at the faces of her people, seeing not just grief, but also resilience and hope.

The journey ahead was uncertain, but with their support, she knew they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

But before rebuilding, she has to clean the court inside out, open new trade channels, also create a way of employment for both the nobles and commoners.... She had a lot of ways to improve the Empire, but it is something she couldn't do alone.

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A year has gone by and the Empire was finally on the right track.

Unlike before, the smiles on the citizens face have become more sincere and happy.

Walking through the tiled road, the young man looked sideways, admiring the joy on the faces of people and the varieties of things being sold.

"Father sure chose right. Sister is doing really well." He muttered under his breath. He didn't think he could do this much if given the chance.

"Young master, Young master!!" He turned towards the person calling out to him.

"Young master, please do not leave on your own again, how would I explain—" He was cut short by the fan of the young master.

"Let's go." He snapped the handfan close with his hands behind his back as he lead the way towards his carriage, his thoughts else where.

Entering the carriage, he opened the window slightly, watching the moving scenery.

He remembered when he was locked up with his so called parents who didn't waste a second blaming each other.

Did he hate them? He did and very much.

His mother lied to him about his sister and even led him in plotting against the Emperor. He was also guilty, maybe if he had stood his ground, things would have been different.

But, he didn't hate his life now. Despite, what had happened his sister didn't kill him along with his parents, allowing him to live and even sponsoring his education.

Now, he lives like a young master. He didn't lack anything and he was okay with living his life without any expectations that acted like burdens on his shoulder.

Arriving at the Palace, Kamal came down. Just like the law practiced during the former reign of the Emperor, it continued.

He entered the next carriage that led him straight to the study of The Empress.

Staring at the scene that showed how empty the Palace is and would have been emptier, if not for the servants.

Watching the servants move about, carrying out various tasks, he turned to look at the servant assigned to him by his sister.

His thoughts drifted to when he first met him. He happened to be someone that his sister used as a messenger to send letters to him.

Unfortunately, during his first time of delivering the letter, he was caught by his mother who had him locked up. Thinking that his sister forgot about him, his mother used that window to sow doubt and misleading thoughts in his mind.

Shaking his head, he removed the thought from his mind.

The carriage rolled to a stop and the horse neighed in response.

They came down from there carriage, breathing in the air in the palace, he sighed again.

He noticed that the air in the Imperial Palace has become fresher unlike how it was before he left.

"Hihub, carry what I brought for sister." He ordered, leading the way to the council room.

"Young Master, the Empress is still in a meeting." The Eunuch at the door stopped Kamal from entering.

Kamal turned to look at him and noticed his sister first hand maid who had a worried look on her face and behind her were maids carrying a tray of food.

"Sister hasn't eaten?" He turned and asked her.

Grace nodded her head in response, "The princess hasn't taken anything since morning and it's already evening."

He suddenly remembered the disease that he was taught in class that arises when a person has irregular diet. Due to his sister's condition, he plans to become the best physician. The rest are quacks.

Frowning, he pushed the Eunuch aside and opened the double doors to the meeting room.

Zosia raised her head in surprise when she heard the door opening, pausing in her discussion.

She didn't think anyone had the audacity to do that, well apart from her naughty brother.

She had let him and had him educated for a while before sending him abroad to study.

She didn't let him study here, not because she hates his presence or is afraid of his uprising, but she knew that another way to acquire knowledge and develop is to be open to new things.

"Kamal, sister is in a meeting." Zosia said calmly as she stared at the 13 year old boy. Seeing his clear eyes and the worry in them she sighed. She could already tell why he was worried since Grace was following behind him and the smell of food that wafted into her nose.

Zosia turned to look at the person opposite her. "Teacher, we will continue the discussion later." She said with a smile.

"Alright. I shall take my Leave Her Majesty." He bowed and turned to leave.

"How was school?" Zosia started a conversation as she opened the covering of the food.

"It was fine. I learnt so many new things. I even brought you some of their classic wares." He said happily as he sat beside his sister. Taking the gift from Hihub, he presented the gift to Zosia.

Zosia took the gift, gently opening the box. She sighed in amazement. "I appreciate it, a lot." She said with a smile when she caught the frown on Kamal's face.

"Sister, why don't you like eating? Is it your constitution?" Kamal asked worriedly. His heart ached whenever he sees his sister unable to enjoy normal things. He had even seen her one time, deliberately taking poison like it was some good herb... Well it is for her, but, he just couldn't bring himself to be happy.

At least even if, he couldn't do anything for his sister, he wants to take care of his sister, so she wouldn't have worries. Unfortunately, it's a farfetched dream for him.

His sister is even more capable than their father. He refuses to call his original father as father, rather, he calls the person who sheltered him instead of killing him off as his father.

If he was the one, he didn't think that he would let such people live. Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder about the mentality they have. How deep, scheming, yet wide and a broad heart.

This is why, he hates the position of the Emperor more. You can't do like you want, always being constrained by rules, even those made by the person on the seat.

"I am fine Kamal. I just didn't feel hungry." Zosia said as she pushed the gifts aside, taking the food to eat.

Truly, she didn't feel hungry or fatigued. She could spend hours talking, thinking about the next plan or drawing blueprints or reading things submitted by the different organization created by her.

There is the Dance Organization, that includes those that perform arts, dance etc and they are being paid, making it a lucrative job, her people are also there, and she uses them as spies to get information.

Who wouldn't call such people to show off their wealth during celebration. Even the commerce and literature organization. The literature organization includes scholars who publish the news paper and the commerce comprises of merchants. And the above two, also had her people in it, that help to get more information.

You could say, her eyes and ears are everywhere.

"Sister, don't worry, I will cure you." He vowed, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Okay, I will be waiting." Zosia responded with a smile. Apart from her constitution, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her, but anyways, she was more than happy at how Kamal had turned out.

Nora was shocked when she told her, but she was nevertheless happy.

"My teacher praised me as his best student. I can even speak those foreigners language smoothly." He puffed his chest out, looking smug.

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I have finally edited the chapter and since I wrote 4k plus words, I decided to separate them into two chapters.

Thank you as we come to the end of this Arc.

See you in the next Arc.

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