429: C429 Funeral Day

C429 Funeral Day

The emperor was lying on the bed. The imperial physician had been diagnosed today. He had injured his spine after falling off his horse, so he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stand up again.

The emperor was infuriated. He couldn't move his body, but he could move his mouth. It could be heard from the sleeping quarters to the entrance of the palace.

I could hear his anger and... Spirit.

Noble Consortzhi left the group and personally came in with a piece of beef broth. When the Emperor saw her, he finally stopped talking. However, he was still angry. In the end, he was still angry.

"You came a little late today. Did you know that I couldn't move a muscle and so you were disdainful of trying to please me?" Do you know that your son is definitely the next monarch, so he wishes for me to die early? "

The emperor's usual tender concern for Noble Consort had vanished. Now, he was no longer able to be gentle to anyone.

Noble Consort sat on the edge of the couch expressionlessly. He carefully scooped up a spoonful of meat and blew on it.

The aroma of the broth wafted into the Emperor's nostrils with Noble Consort's breath. The emperor was tired from cursing, and his stomach rumbled from hunger. When he smelled the fragrance, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and open his mouth in an attempt to eat it.

"This is chenqie getting up early today and using that beef broth long ago. The fragrance is rich and sweet …"

"Quickly feed it to us, quickly!"

The emperor couldn't help but ask with his mouth agape. Noble Consort, however, hesitated and didn't follow along, angering the Emperor.

"Hurry and give it to us!" Are you trying to make a fool of me, Noble Consort? Hurry and let us eat it! "

Noble Consort looked at the emperor's ferocious expression and no longer hesitated. She placed the spoon in her hand into the emperor's mouth. Put the spoon in his stomach.

The Emperor chewed on it with satisfaction. Noble Consort looked at him, but a tear fell. Seeing Noble Consort cry for no reason, the Emperor frowned in displeasure.

"What are you crying for? I'm not dead yet! "How depressing!"

"Before Your Majesty … I have never spoken to you like this. "Ever since he fell from his horse, the Emperor's personality underwent a drastic change, as if he had become a different person."

"Humph!" It's all thanks to that good son of yours! I fell from his war horse, which ate a blood corpse on the battlefield! It's an unlucky beast! "

"Then does Your Majesty know that Yun was forced into the battlefield at such a young age? When I was trapped without help, I ate Blood Corpses when my stomach rumbled! "

Noble Consort raised her voice, tears streaming down her face. When she thought back to that time, she would worry about it day and night in the capital. Every time Murong Yun came back, he would be a bit colder and less manly.

Noble Consort's heart ached every time she thought of this.

"The guy that ate the Blood Corpse is indeed an ominous person! "I shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then. I let him come back and even made him into the crown prince!"

When Noble Consort heard his words, she suddenly stopped crying and looked at him in shock.

"If Yun is an ominous person, then it is all thanks to His Majesty! It was you who allowed him to go to the battlefield, letting him see how desolate this world was at such a young age! You can only blame yourself, Your Majesty! "

"What do you mean?"

When the emperor heard the strangeness in Noble Consort's words, she gave a rare cold smile and tossed the remaining half bowl of meat on the floor.

With a loud noise, the soup bowl broke into pieces …

"Chenqie truly married Your Majesty at that time. However, if you insist chenqie choose between your son and Your Majesty …" "Then chenqie will choose her son!"

"You! "Ugh …" Someone … Someone come! "

Suddenly, the emperor seemed to choke on something. His face was ashen, but he couldn't move his body. He could only let out a hoarse sound.

At this moment, Murong Yun and Feng Qing were walking towards the hall. Feng Qing, who was following behind Murong Yun, was carrying a bowl of Five Grains Porridge in his hands …

"His Highness the Crown Prince, Noble Consort is inside. The Empress said not to let anyone in."2

The palace maid at the door stopped Murong Yun. Murong Yun frowned and did not listen to the palace maid's words and forcefully walked in.

The scene they saw after entering caused Murong Yun to be stunned.

He looked at Noble Consort, who was lying on the bed, breathing her last. His gaze was cold, and there were no ripples of emotion on his face. Murong Yun immediately understood everything when he saw the broken bowl on the floor.

However, when he understood what was going on, he was extremely astonished.

He had thought that no matter the circumstances, Noble Consort would firmly defend the Emperor. Feng Qing, who was standing behind Murong Yun, was also shocked. The porridge in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Noble Consort heard the commotion behind her and turned around to look. She and Murong Yun looked at each other, but revealed a smile.

"Yun, you came? Coincidentally, you, Royal Father … The day of the funeral. "

When Noble Consort said this, her smile became even wider. Murong Yun frowned as he walked forward and hugged Noble Consort.

"Royal Mother!"

"Yun, don't worry, Royal Mother is here." Only now did Royal Mother truly understand how scared you must have been back then. It's Royal Mother's first time killing someone, but you, at such a young age, have to kill over a thousand people. Kill! As long as you harm anyone, kill them all! "

Noble Consort had never been as confident as she was now.

The Emperor's funeral, the nation's funeral. The entire country will be covered with white. No joyous event can be held within a month, and the sound of music can be heard.

On the second day of Late Emperor's funeral, Twelfth Brother accidentally fell from the imperial garden rockery and died on the spot. After Prince Yuv's violent illness passed away, the Yue family was banned, and General Yue was imprisoned for treason.

Yue Qiqi, because she had a Dragon Throne, was kind and allowed to stay in the Cold Palace. She had someone to wait on her until she gave birth.

As the crown prince, Murong Yun should have inherited the throne. But according to the royal family's rules, one must arrange the Emperor's relics and confirm that there is no other testamentary edict in order to confirm the candidate for the throne.

And the official in charge of arranging the remnants of the previous emperor was Prime Minister Luo.

Prime Minister Luo found a posthumous edict under the late emperor's pillow. On the testamentary edict was written Murong Yun, but it was also very obvious that he had changed it.

Prime Minister Luo checked the changes under the sunlight. He was sure that the name that he used before the changes belonged to Twelfth Brother Murong Qing.

However, Prime Minister Luo did not say anything. He directly informed the Ministry of Rites and started to prepare for the ascension of the new emperor.

In the cold palace, Yue Qiqi heard the news that Murong Yun was the new emperor. Like a broken puppet, she fell limply to the ground.

Even so, when the imperial physician came to take her pulse, the fetus in her abdomen was still as healthy as ever, without the slightest injury.

Yue Qiqi looked at her bulging stomach and wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

"What the hell are you? Why do you keep pestering me? Could it be that you're willing to let me go only because I'm dead? "

Yue Qiqi cried and screamed as she pounded her stomach. However, she was still unharmed.

While they were arguing, the door to the cold palace was pushed open, and a few imperial guards walked in to make a path. Then, Murong Yun walked in with his usual cold expression.

When Yue Qiqi saw him, she was so frightened that she quickly hid behind the bed, not daring to come out.

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