Yuan Qingling hurriedly reached out to help him, and he reached out and grabbed Yuan Qingling's arm, his eyes hollow and said: "Old Yuan, my mother-in-law is dead."
Yuan Qingling hugged him and cried.
He looked at Eunuch Mu Ru and Gu Si blankly, then stood up with Yuan Qing Ling in his arms. He whispered: "I should go see her for the last time."
Yuan Qingling supported him, and the two of them staggered in.
A strong wind swept in from outside the palace, causing the curtains to fly all over the sky, hitting the face and body with a crackling sound.
Yu Wenhao walked over slowly, holding his breath completely. He took a deep breath suddenly, as if he was using all his strength to take a breath in from his belly, and then exhaled slowly.
The condition of Concubine Xian's death was not terrible, but was much more peaceful than when she was alive. Naturally, Eunuch Mu Ru had taken care of her remains. She couldn't close her eyes, but her hair and clothes were all done.
Yu Wenhao's eyes were hazy, and he slowly stretched out his hand from Concubine Xian's face, covering her eyes with both hands, and tears finally fell from the corners of his eyes.
Yu Wenling ran in crying, threw herself on Concubine Xian, and cried loudly.
Ronghe Hall.
The Queen Mother had already fallen asleep. She suddenly woke up from her dream and sat up. She suddenly opened the curtain and asked, "Who is crying?"
Grandma walked over quickly, knelt on the ground and said: "Queen Mother, no one is crying. Are you having a nightmare?"
"It's Concubine Xian. It's Concubine Xian who's crying." The Queen Mother hurriedly wanted to get down.
Mammy supported her and sighed softly, "I just got the news that Concubine Xian hanged herself."
The Queen Mother's hand froze in mid-air, and she slowly retracted it, her eyes filled with pain and tears, "Dead?"
"Already gone." Mom said.
The Queen Mother pressed her chest, feeling like she couldn't breathe, but her tears couldn't stop falling.
"Dead...it's okay. If she is dead, the living will suffer less." The Queen Mother fell on the bed and murmured. Her scattered gray hair covered the pillow. She suddenly covered her face and started crying.
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Royal study room.
Eunuch Mu Ru came back to resume his duties.
Emperor Ming Yuan sat on the dragon chair with a solemn expression and a tired face.
He listened to Eunuch Mu Ru quietly, then suppressed the memorial with paper, and looked at the thin smoke ejected from the mouth of the carved and hollowed-out three-legged golden beast incense burner, his eyes were a little hollow, "In a flash, twenty-five years have passed.
Yes, I still remember what she looked like when she entered the house."
"Your Majesty, my condolences!" Eunuch Mu Ru said softly.
Emperor Ming Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed it, "It doesn't matter, I don't feel very sad, but as I get older, I always like to think about things when I was young. I still remember that she especially likes to wear lotus-colored clothes, and her dancing posture is ugly.
, she plays the piano well...what else? Hey, I can’t remember it either. Maybe I really treated the Su family badly and treated her badly, so I forced her to behave like this."
"Your Majesty, you have already indulged the Su family very much. You must not doubt yourself because of Concubine Xian." Eunuch Mu Ru knelt down and said.
Emperor Ming Yuan's voice was caught in Chang Feng's voice, "But I have treated myself badly. I said on the day she entered the palace that the people of the royal family are not happy and happy. If they carry too many burdens on their shoulders, they are doomed."