Consort Yun came to offer her condolences to Yao Xian on the fifth day after Yao Xian passed away. She would not admit that she did not come in the first five days because she was not willing to accept the fact that Yao Xian had already passed away. This news was like the sky was falling and the earth was sinking to her. In the first few days, she thought that everyone in Chun Wang Fu was lying to her and joking with her. She punished a few servants to shut their mouths, but the truth was the truth. After five days, Yun Pianpian had to admit that this news was true.
She came to Yao Fu dressed in white. When she came down from the palace carriage, the commoners knelt to welcome her. When they saw Consort Yun dressed like this, they couldn't help but be shocked.
That was not a normal white robe! It was a mourning robe, a mourning robe that only children of the younger generation would wear. Consort Yun was the imperial consort. Why did she have to wear this robe to offer her condolences to Yao Xian?
Consort Yun walked in front of Yao Xian's memorial tablet amidst everyone's confusion and guesses. She did not even look at Emperor Tianwu who was sitting next to the coffin, nor did she take the incense stick from Yao Jing Jun's hand. She directly knelt down in front of the coffin and the memorial tablet, and kowtowed three times to Yao Xian in front of everyone's eyes.
These three kowtows stunned even the Yao Family. An imperial consort kowtowing to a commoner, this was not in accordance with the rules! Not to mention that Yao Xian was not even a grand physician right now, he was just a normal commoner. Even if Yao Xian was Consort Yun's father, as long as she was the imperial consort, she could not kowtow.
But Consort Yun did it. In front of everyone, in front of Emperor Tianwu, she kowtowed three times to Yao Xian. Then, without any explanation, he took the incense stick and bowed three times before inserting the incense into the incense burner.
Some attentive people noticed that during the process of Imperial Concubine Yun kowtowing, her body was trembling slightly. It was as if she was enduring a great amount of grief. That feeling was the same as when the Yao family faced Yao Xian's death. It was completely impossible to tell that she was just an outsider.
But Zhang Yuan understood, and so did Emperor Tianwu. Both of them knew why Consort Yun did this. They also knew that Consort Yun came in mourning clothes because she truly thought of herself as Yao Xian's daughter and came to send off her father's funeral.
The Emperor wanted to speak to Imperial Concubine Yun, but just as he opened his mouth, before he could say anything, Imperial Concubine Yun had already finished her condolences and turned around, looking like she was about to leave. He anxiously stood up and chased after her. He happened to hear Consort Yun ask Yao Jing Jun: "When will Uncle Yao be buried?"
Yao Jing Jun replied: "Nine days. Father's coffin will be sent to the ancestral grave thirty li outside the city."
Consort Yun nodded: "This consort will come earlier on that day and send Uncle Yao off with you."
Yao Jing Jun quickly waved his hand: "No, no. Consort, you are the imperial consort. It is not right for you to send off my father. "
Consort Yun shook her head and said: "It's not a problem. There are no rules. Moreover, to me, he is my father. " After she finished speaking, she didn't look at Yao Jing Jun again and directly walked out. But after a few steps, she stopped and turned around. She looked at Emperor Tianwu who was stumbling behind her and said coldly: "What are you doing here if you don't leave? Making a fool of yourself? "
Emperor Tianwu didn't get angry when he heard this. He just stomped his feet and said to her with a gloomy expression: "Ai, Pian Pian, don't you think Old Yao is too stubborn? We have already put down our status to beg him, but he still won't come out to see us. Since you're here, go talk to him. Tell him not to throw a tantrum and quickly come out to drink with us. "
Consort Yun frowned and looked at him with anger on her face. She said: "Xuan Zhan, rather than deceiving yourself like this, why don't you pull yourself together and help your sons heal the world? Even if you want to pass on the throne, you should leave a bright Dashun for your children and not leave a mess like this. You're always like this. When you encounter problems, you never take the initiative to think of a solution. Instead, you just blindly avoid and retreat. Do you think that if you don't face it, you can pretend that nothing happened? Just like now. Do you think that as long as you don't admit it, Yao Xian isn't dead? That he can come back to life? Don't be naive. At your age, you don't have the right to be naive. Xuan Zhan, Yao Xian is already dead. You will have the same day sooner or later, and so will I. None of us can escape this merciless time. Then, why can't we do some good things while we're still alive? Why don't we leave behind some useful things for our children? "
The Emperor was stunned, Imperial Concubine Yun's words kept replaying in his mind, every word hit his weakest nerve, again and again, it was a heart-wrenching pain. When he came back to his senses, Consort Yun had already walked far away. She was about to get into the imperial carriage at the entrance of the fu.
He turned back to look at Yao Xian's memorial tablet. Finally, tears flowed out of his eyes. He couldn't stop them.
For the first time, Emperor Tianwu didn't chase after Consort Yun. He turned back and walked back to the mourning hall. This time, he didn't call Yao Xian out to drink. Instead, he took the incense himself and lit the incense for Yao Xian. Then, he said to the memorial tablet: "Old Yao! I can't stay here with you. Pianpian was right. I shouldn't leave such a mess for the children. They don't have it easy either. The person who should bear the greatest responsibility for this country is me, so I have to go back. You also said before that I can't be willful just because I'm old, and I can't rely on the fact that I have many sons. The person sitting on the throne is me, and I can't shirk the responsibility of this world no matter what. Old Yao! Huang Quan, walk slowly on the road. Wait for me. That woman, Pianpian Yun, said that we would have such a day sooner or later. I reckon that it will be me soon. Just wait for me. When the time comes, we can still drink a few more cups in the underworld. " After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Xuan Tianfeng and said: "Feng, rest for now. Wait for father to tidy up the Dashun and tidy it up before handing it over to you."
Emperor Tianwu finally returned to the palace, bringing along the group of princes with him. After the Yao family experienced this, even more people came to offer condolences to Yao Xian. Even if they had never been sick before and had never received any grace from the Yao family, they rushed over for the sake of being able to bask in the aura of the emperor. Even the emperor personally came to offer condolences, so why wouldn't the citizens come?
The Yao manor was holding a funeral, and the Lian manor that was just a wall away from the Yao manor was also holding a funeral. The Yao manor's funeral was very sensational, while the Lian manor's funeral lasted for a long time. After Feng Zhaolian left, Wu Li Sheng immediately had people carve a memorial tablet and set up incense sticks. Even the coffin had been prepared. Now, the mourning hall had been set up and the mourning banner had been raised. She spent the entire day in the mourning hall, either burning joss paper or tidying up Feng Zhaolian's clothes.
From time to time, the sounds of crying would come from the Yao manor, causing her to feel even more sorrowful. She would lean against the empty coffin and cry endlessly. The maidservant earnestly advised her, saying: "Young Miss, don't be like this. His Highness is still fine. Why must you torment yourself like this? You haven't slept for two days and two nights. What will you do if you fall ill? If you continue like this, when His Highness returns, you will fall ill. When that time comes, you will not be able to watch over His Highness. Wouldn't you regret it? "
Wu Li Sheng laughed and said to her: "What wonderful things are you thinking about? He can still come back? I'll tell you, it's impossible for Feng Zhaolian to come back this time. What do you think he went for? To chase after that seventh prince? No, he went to find Duan Mu An Guo to get revenge. But how could that old scoundrel Duan Mu An Guo be so easy to deal with. If Feng Zhaolian did not fight to the death with him, he would not be able to harm him in the slightest. This mourning hall was not set up early. If you believe me, I'll tell you that Feng Zhaolian already died many days ago. "
The maidservant did not believe it, "Young Miss said it. Back when Qian Zhou harmed His Highness, His Highness was still able to live. That's why this servant does not believe that he died. Wasn't it said that His Highness is a thousand years old? Young Miss should believe that His Highness will be able to return. Remove this mourning hall and live well. Help His Highness guard this manor. When he returns, you still need to live well! "
"You really are a silly girl." Wu Li Sheng shook her head and sighed, "I will just wait here. When His Highness Prince Yu and Royal Consort Yu return to the capital, they will definitely bring him back. Either it's a corpse or ashes. " After thinking a little more, she analyzed on her own and said: "It should be ashes. It's such a long journey, and it's been such a long time. It's impossible for a corpse to have been preserved. It must be ashes." After saying this, she looked at the coffin that she had prepared and said with a bit of regret: "I wasted all that money to prepare this coffin. If it was just ashes, this thing would not have been used. Forget it, it's convenient to bring the ashes along. When the time comes, I will bring him back to the North. He likes the glaciers of the North the most, so he will be buried under the glaciers. I will accompany him. I said that I would accompany him until his hair turns white, so I will accompany him until his hair turns white. "
After Wu Li Sheng finished speaking, she stood up and steadily walked over to Feng Zhaolian's memorial tablet. She then muttered: "Your Highness, divine doctor Yao from next door has died. Royal Consort Yu must be very sad. I am also sad. Without you, what meaning is there in my life? Your Highness, Li Sheng has no regrets, but Li Sheng wants to know, in the instant that you closed your eyes, did you think of me? Even if it was just for an instant … "
Yao Xian's passing was something that Xiang Rong, who was far away in Ji 'an Prefecture, still heard about. This news came when Yao Xian was seriously ill. Xuan Tian Yi was the first to hear about it. After thinking about it, he still told Xiang Rong, who was also ill.
After Xiang Rong heard about it, she immediately decided to return to the capital, but the journey was long. In addition to this, she was still ill. No matter how fast she traveled, she would need half a month to reach the capital. And during this half a month, the Yao family had already begun to prepare for the funeral.
Xiang Rong calculated that no matter how fast she was, she would not be able to reach the capital before Yao Xian was placed in the coffin. She felt very uncomfortable. This time, Xuan Tian Yi and An shi both accompanied her back. Even Bai Fu Rong was in the carriage. She coughed along the way. At its worst, she even coughed up blood. An shi felt distressed and would secretly wipe away tears. Xiang Rong saw this and did not know how to comfort her. She could only hold An shi's hand and silently comfort her.
There was still nobody who could diagnose what exactly was going on with her illness, but she was finally awake. She was no longer unconscious like before. But being awake was just being awake, her condition was still not good. There were even times when Xuan Tian Yi was afraid and would keep watch in her courtyard night after night, fearing that this girl would suddenly disappear from this world. An shi had advised Xiang Rong a few times to let her see how good the Fourth Prince was. Since she had already rejected the Seventh Prince, it would be better to see the person in front of her who was obsessed with her.
But Xiang Rong also said, when I was well, I did not give His Highness the Fourth Prince any hope. Now that I am this ill, I should not implicate him.
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