Emperor Tianyuan

After this time, the first prince came to Zhengyang Palace to play with Yong'er when he was free.

After a few days like this, when he came back again, he saw Zhengyang Palace turned white, and asked Qixin in surprise, "What is this for?"

"The empress has gone to a faraway place, we will see her off here for the last time, and give her some more... so that she can have a good life there."

Qi Xin was dressed in plain white, coaxing Yong'er to put on sackcloth as well, with a white strip of cloth tied on her forehead.

"I want to send my mother off too!" The eldest prince said hastily.

If you leave, you will come back one day, right?

At any rate, after a few years of mother-child fate, Qi Xin also dressed the eldest prince in mourning.

Today, it is the first seven days of the empress.

Ignored and forgotten by the person on top, but they will not forget.

Everyone in Zhengyang Palace was dressed in plain white, even the wolfhound who had always stayed in the backyard was wrapped in a white dress and was brought over and tied to the front yard.

Director Li stood at the door of the imperial study with a sad face. The emperor did not go to court, but he ordered the ministers to present all the memorials, shut himself in the imperial study, and silently reviewed them.

Other than that, the emperor seemed to be fine, eating and resting as usual, but the desolation spreading in front of his eyes could not deceive anyone.

The guards were still searching for the place where the queen fell off the cliff, and they all knew it was useless, but the emperor stubbornly refused to let it stop, and no one dared to slack off.

Mr. Li knew that he was lying to himself, but there was no way to go on like this, and he couldn't find anything. The emperor was horribly depressed, and he never knew that the emperor was a person who would be emotional.

Since the queen left, Manager Li felt that he had never really understood the emperor.

He knew that many people speculated that the emperor was performing a play for the Xuan family army. If it was a play, then there should be a grand funeral, right?

But the emperor seemed to have forgotten about it.

No, it's not that she forgot, it's because she refused to accept the fact that in the heart of the emperor, the queen was just missing and could still be found.

To hold a funeral would be to admit that she was dead.

Manager Li was thinking about this, the apprentice panickedly pointed at the sky, and stammered: "Master, Master, look quickly! It seems to be Zhengyang Palace over there..."

He turned his head suddenly, and was horrified to see thick smoke rising from the wind direction of Zhengyang Palace!

"It's not good, Zhengyang Palace is flooded... it's flooded!"

"Keep your fucking voice down!"

Manager Li kicked him, but he didn't know what he was shouting about?I'm not afraid to alarm the emperor...

But it was too late, I was already alarmed.

The door of the imperial study suddenly opened from the inside, and a bright yellow figure ran out as fast as lightning.

Manager Li hurriedly followed behind, his old face wrinkled and his mouth bitter.

The emperor was stunned.

Along the way, some palace people were already running towards that side with buckets in their hands. When they saw the emperor striding towards him with a sullen face, they all knelt down on the side of the road in fright.

They approached the gate of Zhengyang Palace, but there were no palace people who were anxious to put out the fire. They gathered in twos and threes, pointed at the gate, and whispered something.

Qixin didn't close the door, so people outside could see that the thick smoke was caused by burning things.

From a distance, Gu Lin saw that the Zhengyang Palace was covered with veils, and his footsteps suddenly became messy. When he got closer, he saw the mourning hall in the courtyard.

"What are you doing?"

The people in Zhengyang Palace saw the emperor, moved their knees, turned around and bowed to him.

Qi Xin replied: "The slaves held a funeral for the empress and mourned. It's a bit crude, but it's also the slaves' feelings for the empress."

"You, you..." Gu Lin tremblingly pointed at these bold servants, his face was livid with anger.

Manager Li supported him, and said in a low voice, "Who will allow you to make good decisions?"

Is it because the old birthday star hanged himself in a hurry to find death? He thinks his life is too long?