After wearing the book, I became the mother of three villains

Chapter 348

When the news of the imperial concubine's death came, Du Heng was at home, listening to the newly appointed shopkeeper of the pawnshop report on the business situation in the past few days.

The servant hurried over, with a look of panic on his face, and said to Du Heng: "Miss Du, there is news from the palace that the noble concubine has passed away!"

Du Heng stood up suddenly, and the hot teacup in her hand was knocked over in an instant, leaving a large red mark on her Bai Shengsheng's hand.

Ah Su exclaimed "Oops" and hurriedly called for someone to fetch cold water to rub the young lady's hands.

Du Heng didn't seem to notice the pain in his hand's back, but just stood there in a daze, without saying a word for a long time.

Seeing the back of her white and tender hands turn red quickly, and blisters appeared again, Ah Su couldn't help but her eye circles were red with anxiety, and she rushed down and said, "Hurry up! Move faster, I didn't see that Miss's hands were burned like this." What!"

Du Heng was awakened by her urgent voice, looked at A Su, his eyes were empty, and said, "A Su, did I hear wrong? Aunt, aunt?"

The shopkeeper of the pawn shop knew that his owner was of extraordinary status, but he never expected that she was actually the niece of the noble concubine in the palace.

Du Heng's master and servant ignored him for a while, but were shocked by the sudden bad news.

A Su held his young lady's wrist distressedly, and said in a low voice: "Miss, my condolences... The imperial concubine is not in good health, and this day will come sooner or later."

Du Heng's usually exquisite face showed an expression of unbearable pain, and his eyes slowly filled with sadness. His injured hand seemed to have no pain, and he held A Su's hand tightly.

She tremblingly said: "It shouldn't be so fast, it shouldn't be so fast...The last time I saw my aunt, she was in good spirits, the doctor said, she still has at least two years to live..."

The noble concubine in her previous life went after she got engaged, which was exactly two years later.

Unbearable grief also flashed across A Su's face, but it was because of Du Heng's appearance.

She comforted her in a low voice: "Miss, my condolences...the imperial concubine must not want you to look like this."

The shopkeeper of the pawn shop saw that it was not suitable for him to be here, so he winked at A Su quietly, and stepped back silently.

The servant brought up cold water again, and A Su signaled the other party to leave, while applying a cold compress to the back of Du Heng's scalded hand with a handkerchief, he said softly, "Miss, let this servant take a look at your hand..."

Du Heng stretched out his right hand obediently.

After a while, she asked in a low voice: "A Su, tell me, why did my aunt refuse to see me before she died? Did she really forget me?"

A Su knew the position of the noble concubine in Du Heng's heart, and compared to the death of the noble concubine, what made Du Heng more unacceptable was that the noble concubine didn't leave her a word before she left.

The little maid didn't know how to comfort Du Heng, so she could only say: "Miss grew up under the empress's knees when she was young. Later, it was also because of other things that the empress became estranged from the family, and she refused to let the miss enter the palace frequently. This can't be done. Miss Weird."

What A Su said was right, even in the previous life, the imperial concubine had been very estranged from Du Heng for several years because of the Du family.But in the previous life, Du Heng slowly untied the imperial concubine's heart knot, and also gave his aunt a ride——

Unexpectedly, in this life, she would not even be able to see her for the last time.

Tears slowly welled up in Du Heng's eyes, and slowly rolled down her smooth cheeks: "A Su, I should spend more time with my aunt. Why don't I spend more time with her? If I wasn't so selfish, my aunt would also I won't leave with a heart..."

A Su couldn't bear it, so she kept whispering: "It's not the miss' fault, it's not your fault. It was also the fault of the Du family when the little prince died, and it has nothing to do with you. Besides, no one thought that the empress would go away. ..."

Du Heng clenched his hands in pain, tears streaming down his face: "I don't know what grandma said when she entered the palace this time! I'm afraid it's some words for the Du family's favorite. My aunt can't stand the stimulation, why did my grandma say so?" Don't you want to think about your daughter?"

Seeing the young lady's rare and fragile appearance, A Su had no choice but to cry with Du Heng silently.

The master and servant cried for a long while, and finally the nanny came over, comforted Du Heng a few words, and then persuaded her to go back to the room.

The imperial concubine died of illness, which also caused quite a disturbance in the court.

Now in the harem, the post is vacant, and a noble concubine with the highest status has gone. In addition, the emperor is not keen on the general election, and there has been no fresh face in the harem for a long time.

The only newcomer was a maid sent by the Xie Mansion, and now it was time to be favored, and her status was slowly rising.

The courtiers couldn't sit still.

On the second day after the imperial concubine left, the emperor was about to discuss the funeral at the Ministry of Rites in the morning, when someone faintly revealed the meaning of a general election.

The one who suggested it was the Minister of Rites, Concubine Jing's brother, Mr. Zhao.

"Report to Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites has drafted the regulations for the burial of the imperial concubine, please have a look."

Master Zhao respectfully presented the memorial, which was received by Da Gonggong and presented to the emperor.

The emperor read it carefully, and the rules were exactly the same as the previous ones for imperial concubines, and there was nothing he needed to change.

The imperial concubine has been with him in the palace for many years, although the two of them don't have much affection, they still have affection for each other.

He meant to add a title to the imperial concubine, so as to make the funeral look more beautiful, so he planned to retire in dismay.

Unexpectedly, Master Zhao said: "Your Majesty, I still have something to report."

Just as the emperor wanted to stand up, he had no choice but to sit down again, with imperceptible impatience flashing across his face: "Quick."

Mr. Zhao took a step forward and talked eloquently: "Nowadays, the talents in your majesty's harem are withered. After the death of the imperial concubine, you can't even find a person in charge. Your majesty thinks that your majesty will have more time if the harem is stable. and focus on moving forward."

The emperor frowned suddenly.

He took a deep breath, and all he could think about was how to drive this moth surnamed Zhao from his important seat in the court hall, and said with restraint: "Of course I know. There are other things. something?"

Mr. Zhao still persevered and said: "Your Majesty, the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching now, which is a good day for reunion and elimination of evils. Shouldn't the harem also slowly..."

The emperor's face slowly turned livid, the memorial in his hand was clenched tightly, and he finally threw it at Mr. Zhao: "Zhao Bing, I just passed away my concubine! Dragon Boat Festival is a good day? Huh? Let Concubine Jing go home to live In a few days, your family will be reunited, how about it?!"

Seeing that the emperor was angry, Mr. Zhao quickly knelt down: "I don't mean that, Your Majesty, calm down!"

The official of the Ministry of Rites knelt down, followed by a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites, and they all knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty, what Mr. Zhao said is for the sake of the country, and I hope His Majesty will forgive Mr. Zhao for his words!"

Another counselor remonstrated: "Master Zhao's words are indeed somewhat reasonable. Now that the harem is withered, and His Majesty has only one heir, the eldest prince, we should indeed make preparations."

The emperor couldn't hold back the disbelief on his face——

He thinks that he respects the imperial concubine as a guest, and he doesn't have much affection, but it is more difficult than the woman who has been with him for many years. But this man has just left, and the tea has not yet cooled, so many people want to fill him up Harem?
It seems that this starter has already made up his mind for a long time, just waiting for the imperial concubine to die of illness!

The emperor was very annoyed, but fortunately, there was Xie Qian standing above the court hall.

Wearing a purple-rimmed black robe that can only be worn by the head of civil servants, he took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I think that the current plan is to bury the noble concubine safely in the royal tomb, and the rest can be tolerated." Discuss later."

The emperor nodded: "Xie Aiqing said yes."

The courtiers saw that the two of them sang together, and they were about to disrupt the general election. They were unwilling to speak out, but the emperor stopped them.

"My beloved concubine and I have a deep love. Although the noble concubine is not in the back seat, she is also an irreplaceable person by my side! Today I am also exhausted. Before the noble concubine is buried, don't let me hear the sound of choosing someone to enter the harem!"

Seeing that the emperor used the word "husband and wife", the courtiers knew in their hearts how much affection he had for the noble concubine, so they had no choice but to swallow the words in their mouths, bowing their heads in agreement.

The emperor suppressed the impatience in his heart, and watched the farce end. Under the jade stairs, the black hair of the courtiers with their heads bowed made him disgusted.

Obviously this is his court, and these people are his courtiers, but he still can't do whatever he wants.

The bright yellow dragon robe flung back an arc, and the emperor left the hall without looking back.

Behind him is Da Gonggong's slightly shrill voice: "Back to court—"

He trotted to follow the gloomy emperor, and before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the faint expression on Xie Qian's face, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Fortunately, there is Master Xie in Shangshang, otherwise, I'm afraid I don't know how to end today.

(End of this chapter)