After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

On the morning of the second day, the sunlight shone through the gauze curtains and sprinkled into the carriage, adding a touch of soft warmth to the dull journey.

Lu Lingyuan was dressed in an elegant palace dress, with her hair tied up high and adorned with pearls and jade. She looked dignified yet gentle. She accompanied Zheng Xiyan out of the palace and set out on the journey to the imperial mausoleum.

The carriage moved slowly, rumbling along the official road paved with bluestone slabs, but the atmosphere inside the carriage was unusually peaceful.

Zheng Xiyan sat upright on the couch, with an imperceptible solemnity between her brows. She spoke in a deep voice with a hint of imperceptible fatigue: "Tell Jier that I have nothing to do. I just want to go out for a walk and get some fresh air."

Hearing this, Lu Lingyuan smiled knowingly, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea in her hand. The aroma of tea warmed the air around her. She whispered, "Yes, mother, would you like to have some tea? The journey to the imperial mausoleum is long and it will take some time." As she spoke, she gently handed the teacup to Zheng Xiyan, her eyes full of concern and respect.

Zheng Xiyan tilted her head slightly, her eyes swept across Lu Lingyuan's face with a complex look, and there was a subtle tenderness in her eyes. She finally took the teacup and took a sip.

"Would your Majesty want to take a short rest? I told them to slow down," Lu Lingyuan asked.

Zheng Xiyan shook her head gently, her voice firm and steady: "No, I'm not that fragile yet."

"Yes." Hearing this, Lu Lingyuan lowered her eyes and had to give up.

Halfway through the journey, the scenery outside the carriage gradually became desolate, with only the occasional bird song and the rustling of the grass in the wind.

Zheng Xiyan suddenly broke the silence, with a hint of subtle tenderness in her voice: "Queen, have you been well in the palace these years?"

When Lu Lingyuan heard this, a fleeting look of strangeness flashed across her face, but then she quickly returned to normal, smiling as gently as before: "Mother, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Her smile was sincere and warm, without the slightest affectation, and everything she said was true.

Zheng Xiyan carefully looked at the smile on Lu Lingyuan's lips, the happiness and satisfaction revealed in that smile, and she knew that she was not lying.

Over the years, Ji'er's love for Lu Lingyuan was well known to everyone in the palace. Any woman would feel extremely happy and satisfied.

The corners of Zheng Xiyan's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and a trace of relief and emotion flashed in her eyes: "That's good, after all, you two didn't become a pair of resentful couple, and I am relieved." There was some relief and emotion in her voice.

Lu Lingyuan gently lowered her eyes, as if she had thousands of words gathered under her eyelashes, unwilling to reveal them easily. Her thoughts were like the falling leaves in autumn, slowly drifting down the lake of memory, stirring up circles of ripples. The scenes of the past reappeared as if they were yesterday, so clear that they seemed within reach, yet so far away that they seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Ji'er can do this for you, it really shows her deep love and affection. Queen, you must cherish this rare affection." Zheng Xiyan's words were filled with sincere envy. Her eyes flashed with complex emotions, hiding a barely perceptible envy and a hint of jealousy.

As queens, their status is extremely noble, but the wheel of fate has paved completely different paths for them.

Hearing this, Lu Lingyuan's face showed a determined look. She bowed slightly, and her tone was full of unquestionable determination: "Please rest assured, mother. I will remember it in my heart and cherish your majesty's deep affection."

There was a smile in Zheng Xiyan's eyes, but that smile was mixed with a bit of indescribable sadness. She gently patted the back of Lu Lingyuan's hand, her voice soft but firm: "Ji'er should cherish you more!" After that, a gentle arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Lu Lingyuan's eyes drooped slightly and a shy blush passed across her face, like peach blossoms blooming in the morning light, delicate and reserved.

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When the group arrived at the imperial mausoleum, the atmosphere instantly became solemn and dignified.

Lu Lingyuan carefully supported Zheng Xiyan, taking every step with extreme caution.

Inside the imperial mausoleum, ancient trees are towering, and the place is quiet and deep, as if even the air has frozen, with an indescribable solemnity and sorrow.

Arriving in front of Xiao Xuanchen's tomb, Zheng Xiyan's face became extremely solemn. She stood there quietly, staring at every word on the tombstone. Time seemed to stand still at this moment. She did not move for a long time, just standing there silently, letting her thoughts shuttle between the past and the present.

"Queen, please take them back a few steps. I want to be alone with the late emperor for a while." Zheng Xiyan's voice was low and hoarse, with an indescribable sadness and determination.

Her figure lengthened in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing exceptionally lonely and strong, as if she was bidding farewell to the past, and as if seeking some kind of spiritual comfort.