What favor are you fighting for?The empress's harem has won a lot of business

Chapter 160
Days go by.

When it was the twelfth lunar month, there was still news that the emperor was seriously ill from the palace, and this time it was probably really bad.

From the third prince to the tenth prince, even the eldest princess and the second princess who had been married for many years rushed back from other places.

Clan relatives, courtiers, and concubines gathered outside the main hall of the palace, and everyone's faces were mournful.

Xie Chenyu and Wang Xiangjun knelt in the inner hall, listening to the Queen's voice inside.

"Don't think about it, your majesty, you will be fine."

The words are concerned, but the voice has no warmth.

The old emperor smiled, and looked directly at the queen for the first time: "In this life, I am the one who can't forgive you"

"Let them all go out of the palace when I'm gone, find a better nunnery, don't wrong them"

"Don't worry, your majesty, my concubine has always cherished her reputation and will definitely find a good home for her younger sisters."

The old emperor looked at his sons and daughters again, and found that most of them were strangers, with no memories of father and son or father and daughter.

Probably the children are also sorry, let alone the common people in the country.

Closing his eyes, the old emperor waved everyone away, leaving only Xie Chenyu, and handed him a secret edict.

On the yellowed paper, only a few simple large characters were written.

"It is passed on to my sixth son, Xie Chenyu"

Yin Hong's print was overlaid on the font, majestic and downcast, with a great sense of being ordered in danger, as if he was afraid that others would not recognize such a crude edict, so he specially stamped it twice.

A thin piece of paper is as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

The old emperor breathed a sigh of relief: "I handed over the country to you, take good care of it"

He closed his eyes, breathing in rather than out.

Xie Chenyu had mixed feelings in his heart, carefully folded up the imperial edict, and then listened to the person on the couch.

"The members of the Bai family are not dead. I changed their surnames to Su. Go to Jiangnan to find them yourself. You should be able to find them."

"How did my mother and concubine die back then?"

"I killed you. The queen has no sons. I wanted to please the Wang family. It just so happened that she gave birth to a son. I forced her to death and wanted to give you to the queen. But the queen is arrogant and looks down on other people's children. raise you"

"you!"

Anger rushed to the top of the sky, Xie Chenyu wished to vent his revenge by tearing up the people in front of him.

The old emperor closed his eyes, his chest rumbling like a bellows.

"You kill me, I deserve to die!"

"Do you think I dare not? How can my concubine mother feel sorry for you? What is your heart made of!"

Xie Chenyu's mentality immediately collapsed when the other party gave out the answer after more than ten years of research.

"It turns out that you have been looking at me, standing still, looking in the wrong direction, watching me dizzy, watching me being bullied"

"So you know it all"

The cold dagger that was emitting a cold light was pressed against the throat, and it was only about to cut the throat. Xie Chenyu tried his best to restrain his urge not to cut it.

The old emperor's hand quietly climbed onto the handle of the dagger, and with the last bit of strength, he pierced his throat.

The trachea ruptured, and after a few slight hisses, the old emperor passed away suddenly.

Xie Chenyu stared intently at the dagger in his hand, as if he was thinking about how it stabbed in by itself, and he could understand those old hands.

He dropped the dagger and turned and strode away.

The back is decisive, without the slightest nostalgia.

-

The death of the emperor is a national mourning.

The regent presides over the overall situation, from the palace up and down to various places in the capital, and then to the north and south of the great river in the Dasheng Dynasty, hanging white every day or two.

For the sake of convenience, Xie Chenyu directly summoned six ministers to attend the funeral in the Imperial Study Room of Qianqing Palace. All affairs inside and outside the palace, including maids, eunuchs, guards and guards, were all at their disposal.

The Prince Regent's Palace also wore white filial piety early, and Wang Xiangjun had to enter the palace to kneel down and worship the crying spirit.

Liangdi like Lin Ximeng is not worthy of her turn, she is only fit to kneel at home, which is much easier.

She knelt for an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening, and the rest of the time she pretended to be crying and sick.

The enemy who killed his father and ransacked his house deserved his death, how could he kneel down seriously, she was already merciful in perfunctory perfunctory.

"Master, our prince is going to be the emperor"

Qingqing suddenly became excited.

Lin Ximeng let out a nonchalant sigh.

"Don't you look forward to it? Concubine? Or noble concubine? You are someone who followed the prince early in the morning, and your status must not be too low."

"Impossible, my father is still a criminal"

Bauhinia didn't take it seriously: "No matter what? We can go to a higher level in the future. The palace is so grand that I have long wanted to live in it."

"You can't come out easily if you live in it. Do you still want to go?"

"I think so, Jinwowoli never wants to come out for the rest of her life."

"I wish you could always think that way"

Lin Ximeng closed her eyes to rest, seemingly calm but actually very irritable.

He is going to enter the palace soon, and it will be even more difficult to find someone to interrogate something in the future. The Meng family is still arrogant and domineering, and the Lin family is still in northern Xinjiang.

She hasn't grasped the key information of the case until now, she is only spinning around the edge.

Does it still depend on Xie Chenyu?
He's enthroned, maybe it's time to start cleaning up?Maybe I can ask him?

-

Jiaofang Palace

The queen was a little confused.

It seemed that just now they were sharing the joy of their daughter's imminent motherhood, and the next moment they were about to preside over the emperor's funeral, and they couldn't even smile.

She clutched her head and only complained of a headache, and called Concubine Meng Qing, Concubine Zhao and Mrs. Li to help.

Adding the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the stewards of the palace, it is enough for a while.

"Sure enough, this day has come, the regent king, the sixth child, Fang Rui, this is probably fate."

"At the beginning I didn't like him, I didn't want him, but now I still have to rely on him"

Who would have thought that the ugly duckling would also turn into a white swan.

"It's all easy to say, as long as the incident back then is not exposed, it won't be too bad. You can just rest assured that you will be the queen mother."

The empress was obviously still unfamiliar with the term empress dowager, and after a while she realized that she was referring to herself.

She fiddled with the Buddhist beads subconsciously.

"Sure enough, for the women in the palace, worshiping the Buddha is the destination"

"Pack up your things and move to the palace"

Fang Rui responded and left.

The queen closed her eyes, still feeling powerless.

I always feel that something is getting out of her control little by little, escaping to a place where he can no longer reach.

The mourning hall is located in the Qianqing Palace, which is the treatment only available to the emperor of a country.

Male left, female right.

In the first row on the left are the old princes and county kings in the clan, followed by the princes and princes, and then the princes and ministers.

Starting from the queen on the right, concubines, concubines, princesses, imperial orders.

Everyone wore sackcloth and filial piety and wept bitterly, especially that beautiful woman, Sanqian, who was so heartbroken.

The funeral was held for [-] days, and the coffin was suspended for [-] days. When all the funerals were over, the emperor Zigong moved into the imperial mausoleum, and the tablets were offered to the Taimiao, it was already March in Yangchun.

In a blink of an eye, Xie Chenyu hadn't returned to the Prince Regent's Mansion for almost a month.

Wangfuli

Once Wang Xiangjun changed from being harsh in the past, he suddenly became merciful and gave all the concubines a month's bonus.

The euphemism is that after the death of the first emperor, these days have been hard. From now on, we will all be sisters and we must live in harmony.

As for Lin Ximeng, it was three months.

When the concubines paid their respects, she held Lin Ximeng's hand in front of everyone and performed a show of sisterly affection.

This made Lin Ximeng feel in danger. Does the princess have expert advice?
(End of this chapter)