He Lanji hugged Chu Tianjiao and flew off his horse. Guards had already picked up their horses, and palace servants ushered them into the palace gate.
Before entering, I could already vaguely hear bursts of crying inside.
In the main hall, there is a high mourning shed, with a black coffin under the pennant, elegiac couplets hanging high on both sides, and white silk rosettes swaying in the wind. Behind the mourning shed, all the harem ladies are kneeling behind the white bamboo curtain, crying.
It came from behind the curtain.
In front of the mourning hall, all the civil and military officials from the capital were standing beside him. At the position closest to the coffin, Emperor Helanxuan was kneeling in front, dressed in mourning clothes. A nurse beside him was holding Helanxuan's son, the little prince Helan Jiayin, in her arms.
Compared with He Lanji's late marriage, Emperor He Lanxuan was completely different. As early as when he was still the prince, he had already married the daughter of a third-rank official. This little prince was the child of the former princess and the current queen.
, was also He Lanxuan's only heir. He Lanji had several other concubines in the palace, but none of them gave birth to a prince for him.
This little prince is only three years old now. He has beautiful features and beautiful eyes. The filial piety clothes on his body make him look even more adorable. His skin is as white as porcelain.
Someone in the palace had already sent some incense to He Lanji, and Chu Tianjiao followed the rules and went to the coffin to "cry".
If it were anyone else, she would definitely not be willing to abide by these common etiquette. Although she only met this old queen a few times, she really respected and loved her from the bottom of her heart.
Walking to the coffin, caressing the coffin, thinking about the Queen Mother's love for him, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
Of course, even though she was sad, she didn't shed a single tear.
When it comes to acting skills, she is definitely not inferior to those in the family behind the curtain. She can cry even if she wants to. However, Chu Tianjiao doesn't want to act because she wants to treat the person in the coffin sincerely.
Holding the coffin, her voice was neither high nor low, but could be heard clearly by everyone present.
"Grandma Huang, just rest in peace. That bastard who dares to attack you will definitely make him pay with blood!"
When she said this, her gaze seemed casual, but she just caught the figure of Zhang Yanqing, the Prime Minister of the Left, who was kneeling not far away.
In his sight, Zhang Yanqing was kneeling on the felt mat, with his butt and butt sticking out, his face bent deeply on the ground, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Despite this, the slightly trembling fingers he pressed lightly on the felt pad proved that his mood at the moment was obviously strange.
Collecting this small movement in his eyes, Chu Tianjiao squinted his eyes slightly, a pair of bright black pupils already showing a chill.