Even the most ruthless emperor can still be affectionate?

Liu Xiyuan looked at the thin simple coffin, thinking about the emperor's slump in front of the palace, and the fact that the chamberlain secretly transported Wen Zhemao's coffin into the imperial city.

"Go and prepare a better coffin, find an undertaker to take care of the eldest prince's body, and quietly transport it into the imperial city at night."

Liu Xiyuan gathered his thoughts and ordered his servant to do what the chamberlain said.

The young man was a little surprised: "According to the rules, a prince who has been removed from the royal family cannot enter the imperial mausoleum again."

"The emperor just wants to see his son one last time."

Liu Xiyuan wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief and said nonchalantly, "As for where people are buried, the emperor naturally has his own plan. Whether he will be buried in the imperial mausoleum or not, no one can say, no one knows. Who knows where he is buried?"

Where is it? It has nothing to do with us. We just have to do what is said above."

When the young man heard it, he made some sense. He didn't say anything more at the moment. He measured the size of the coffin and went to the coffin shop to find someone.

There was no coffin in the coffin shop, it could only be assembled, so the boy came back with the undertaker.

When the simple coffin was opened, the stench of corpses mixed with a strong fishy smell rushed out, making people sick.

Even the undertaker, who was used to seeing all kinds of dead people, couldn't help but take several steps back.

It's almost midsummer now, and the weather isn't exactly hot, but it's getting hotter.

The corpse, which had been trapped in the coffin for more than half a month, had become severely swollen and might even explode in anger if not careful.

Just taking a look inside the coffin, Liu Xiyuan was extremely glad that he had hired an undertaker to clean up Wen Zhemao's remains instead of directly dragging the body into the imperial city.

Generally speaking, a corpse that has decomposed to this extent will show a swollen state. If the corpse gas produced by the rotting internal organs in the corpse cannot be discharged and accumulates in the body, it will further aggravate the edema, and even easily cause it after the museum is opened.

The corpses were blown up, creating a tragic scene of carrion flying everywhere.

But Wen Zhemao's body was shriveled up, like a dried corpse.

On the skin that was riddled with holes, there were dark green shriveled insect corpses lying on it, densely packed, horrifying and disgusting.

When they saw the report sent back by Yan Qing that Wen Zhemao planted a large number of poisonous insects in his body in order to control poisonous people, most people still didn't believe it.

Firstly, few people have seen the story of poisonous insects, so naturally not many people believe in it. Secondly, no one is willing to believe that some people would be willing to plant bugs into their own bodies.

But now the situation in the coffin has indeed confirmed what Yan Qing said was true.

The boy had already rushed out to pour the acid water, and the undertaker was not sure about this situation. He could only look at Liu Xiyuan standing in the room with his face turned pale but still covering his nose.

"Sir, this..."

The undertaker asked hesitantly, not knowing how to deal with it.

"Gather the insect corpses and put them in a box."

Liu Xiyuan covered his mouth and nose and spoke angrily. Although his internal organs were screaming, his mind was still clear.

These insect corpses still have to be sent to the palace to prove that what Yan Qing said is true.

"As for the corpse..."

Liu Xiyuan looked at Wen Zhemao's riddled skin and said, "It's impossible to completely recover. Let's try our best to restore it."

After receiving the instructions, the undertaker immediately began to repair Wen Zhemao's body and replace the shroud.

Liu Xiyuan took one last look and exited the room.

The emperor may be thinking about the relationship between father and son, but if Wen Zhemao is really allowed to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, I really don't know how much support the emperor will lose if this matter is revealed.

It can be said that all the riots in Wu'an today are caused by Wen Zhemao alone.

Valley blister

Countless people were displaced, and countless people's bodies were left without bones. However, the person who was the culprit was able to be buried in full clothes, just because he was the emperor's son.

What an irony.

Therefore, the more capable and powerful people are, once they do evil, they are the greatest harm in the world.

That night, Liu Xiyuan loaded Wen Zhemao's coffin into a carriage from the back door of the post house and handed it over to the chamberlain from the palace.

The chamberlain opened the coffin in the Buddhist hall in the palace, where the fragrance of Buddha lingered, and the lingering Sanskrit music sounded far and near.

The emperor sat on the futon and threw the paper money into the brazier one by one.

"When the salvation is over, burn it."

The emperor burned the paper money, looked at the unmarked tablet in the mourning hall, and said to An Ning, "Bury it under the magnolia tree outside Yushu Hall, and let him find that girl and his mother-in-law."

Under the magnolia tree outside Yushu Hall, Wen Zhemao chose the burial place for Xi Liu after he was executed. It was also the burial place for his mother.

"Maybe I was wrong from the beginning."

The emperor murmured and stood up, looking at Wen Zhemao lying on the lotus platform through the layers of white flags that were reflected yellow by the candlelight, "If I had not turned a blind eye to Concubine Shu's death and had not forced him to grow up to be an emperor, maybe...

It will not evolve into the current situation where nothing is left.”

"It's not your fault that things are unpredictable."

An Ning advised.

The emperor took one last look at the lotus platform, withdrew his last trace of nostalgia, and turned to leave.

He was the sinner who brought trouble to the world, and he should have exposed his body outside the city to give an explanation to the world.

My father was right what he said at the beginning, but he was still not ruthless enough.

So even if you have been an emperor for so many years, you will still be influenced by your emotions and reason, and do things that are harmful but useless.

After leaving the Buddhist hall, the emperor looked at the small patch of night sky circled by the palace wall, exhaled a deep breath, and asked, "Has the second child been found?"

An Ning lowered his head and said cautiously in a low voice: "There is no whereabouts of His Highness the Xian King yet."

It has been nearly half a year since the edict calling King Xian back to Beijing was sent to Northern Xinjiang in mid-December last year.

Except for the news that the King Xian returned to Beijing in accordance with the decree received in January this year, and the news that the King Xian was lost in the snow due to heavy snow on the road in March, there was no news about the King Xian.

More than two months of no news led many people to believe that Wen Zhexian was dead.

Even An Ning thought so, but this was something he must never say in front of the emperor. He didn't even dare to tell the emperor again and again that there was still no news about Wen Zhexian.

Although judging from the investigation of the shadow guard, Wen Zhexian's disappearance was indeed an accident.

But there are so many man-made accidents in the world, who can say for sure?

If it is artificial, Wen Zhehan, who has benefited the most, is naturally the biggest suspect.

But now the only prince left is Wen Zhehan. Even though everyone speculates that he did it, there is no definite evidence, or even if there is definite evidence, no one dares to say anything.

Although the current emperor is in his middle age, his age is already showing, and his body has been corrupted by snow and stone powder. His body is getting weaker day by day, and no one knows how long the emperor can last.

A country cannot live without a king for a day.

When there is only one prince left, and there is not much in the governance of the country, when faced with the only choice, no one will catch him even if he has committed a disgraceful act of killing his brothers.

Don't let things go.
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