Parents are busy farming

"You did a really great job." Ye Zifen's smile, as bright as the spring breeze, was even more radiant at this moment. Her heart was filled with gratitude and recognition for Nanny Qi's arrangements.

After dinner, Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi put on their gorgeous and solemn attire, got on the princess's carriage hand in hand, and slowly headed towards the palace.

Along the way, the sun seemed to be shining specially for them. The golden light fell on them like threads, as if it had covered them with a layer of dazzling coat, reflecting the unparalleled brilliance.

When they finally arrived at the palace, they walked towards Chengqian Hall with steady and confident steps.

This time, they were not asked to wait outside the palace, but were led directly in by the respectful palace servant.

The moment I stepped into the palace, what caught my eye was the Crown Prince talking attentively with the Emperor about state affairs.

The emperor sat steadily on the majestic dragon throne, with the prince standing beside him.

As if he sensed someone coming in, the emperor looked up, his face immediately filled with joy, as if his happiness was about to overflow.

Upon seeing this, the two men hurriedly bowed to the emperor and the prince with the most respectful attitude.

"Your Majesty, your humble subject pays respects to your father." Princess Fuxia's clear and pleasant voice echoed in the hall, and the general also followed suit with a solemn expression.

The emperor looked at them, his smile growing brighter, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Quickly stand up. Seeing you two so loving and harmonious, I am very pleased."

At this time, the prince also walked forward quickly, cupped his hands, and said sincerely: "Congratulations to Princess Fuxia and the general on their marriage. I was too busy to go to the general's mansion yesterday. I hope you two will not blame me. It was really my fault."

Princess Fuxia and the general responded with fear and trepidation: "Your Highness, your words are too serious. How dare we blame you?"

The general then said, "Thank you for your congratulations, Your Highness."

The emperor looked at them and nodded with satisfaction, as if he was admiring two shining pearls.

"In the future, you must work hand in hand to contribute to the prosperity of our dynasty.

"I will follow the instructions of my father," Princess Fuxia and the general said in unison.

After thanking the emperor, they prepared to leave the palace.

The distant and dull sound of the funeral knell was like a thunder, instantly breaking the originally peaceful atmosphere.

Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi's originally brisk steps came to an abrupt halt. A solemn look suddenly appeared on their faces. They looked at each other, and a trace of worry flashed in their eyes.

They slowly stopped and turned back involuntarily, their gazes cast in the direction of the mysterious harem, as if they could see through the layers of palace walls and feel the sadness and changes hidden deep inside.

Just then, a eunuch hurriedly ran into Chengqian Hall, and the hurried footsteps echoed in the empty hall.

Although Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi were far away, the words coming out of the eunuch's mouth were like needles piercing their eardrums.

"Your Majesty, the Queen is gone!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, and their hearts sank suddenly.

At this moment, the emperor's expression changed instantly. His originally resolute face turned a little pale, and a hint of regret flashed in his usually bright eyes.

He looked at Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi who were still standing in the distance, and an indescribable guilt surged in his heart.

Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi looked at each other and saw the same helplessness in each other's eyes.

They turned around tacitly and prepared to return to Chengqian Palace.

The moment they raised their feet, they vaguely felt that when they looked up, they saw the man sitting in the highest position in the palace in the distance waving his hands, as if asking them to leave quickly.

The two of them hurriedly strode out of the palace, their steps hurried and anxious, as if they were afraid of missing the time to go back and change clothes and enter the palace to pay their respects.

The sound of the funeral bell was dull and long, as if it was striking heavily in their hearts. Not only were the people in the palace startled by the sad bell, the entire capital seemed to be shrouded in this sad atmosphere, and every corner seemed to be able to feel the grief.

The shops on the street were all tidying up, and people on the street were rushing around, some even running.

When Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi finally returned to the General's Mansion, they saw the butler methodically directing the servants to carefully pack up the bright red objects from yesterday.

The concierge had sharp eyes and saw them return at a glance. He quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Madame Qi asked us to put all these things away. She will go to various places to arrange them after returning to the princess's mansion."

Ye Zifen nodded slightly and said softly, "Go and get busy!"

Then he turned to Zhang Gaoyi and said, "Let's go! Go back and change your clothes. I think the nanny must have prepared all the clothes."

As expected, as soon as the two entered the room, several palace maids slowly walked into the bedroom carrying a pile of brand new mourning clothes.

Their movements were gentle and skillful, knowing the importance of the moment.

With the help of the palace maids, Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi slowly took off the extra formal clothes they had worn this morning. The gorgeous costumes passed from hand to hand, as if carrying the glory and bustle of the past.

Then they changed into solemn mourning clothes. The black cloth fit closely against their skin, giving people a solemn and depressing feeling.

After everything was ready, they did not dare to delay for even a second and immediately got up and headed towards the palace gate. They knew very well that if they went too late, they would cause unnecessary trouble and would not be able to express their proper condolences.

The sad news of the Queen's death was like a heavy dark cloud that instantly enveloped the entire palace.

The palace, which had been prosperous and bustling in the past, now seemed to have lost its vitality, and was filled with an indescribable atmosphere of sadness.

Princess Fuxia was wearing a plain white dress, and her originally lively eyes were now filled with sadness and grief.

The general was wearing black armor. Although he had an upright posture, his tightly pursed lips revealed his inner sorrow.

The two of them hurriedly passed through the long palace corridor, and the moment they stepped into the palace gate, it was as if they had stepped into a world of sadness.

The solemn mourning hall was like a cold ice cellar, and the white curtains fluttered gently in the wind like ghost wings, and every swing seemed to spread endless sorrow around.

The concubines in the harem, who usually compete with each other in beauty and splendor, now all look pale and sad.

The princes hung their heads, tears glistening in their eyes, and stood there blankly as if they had lost their souls.

The princes' wives were crying their eyes out, their fragile bodies trembling slightly in the wind.

Princess Fuxia and the general walked forward slowly together. Their steps were heavy and slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

They bowed respectfully.