After Hua Fei was reborn, she became the white moonlight of Pangju

The palace maids and eunuchs in the bedroom knelt on the ground in fear.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"Come here, drag these people away and give each of them twenty lashes of the cane!" The emperor pointed angrily at the people kneeling on the ground.

Songzhi came over at this time and knelt in front of him.

"Your Majesty, these things were done by me according to your Majesty's orders."

"Did Concubine Hua ask you to do it?" The emperor walked up to Songzhi, bent down, and pinched her chin with his right hand, his eyes fierce and cold.

Songzhi was forced to look up and look at the emperor with difficulty.

"Yes, Concubine Hua ordered that the funeral should be kept simple and not ostentatious. Just hang a few white cloths in the palace."

Songzhi's neither humble nor arrogant attitude gradually cleared the emperor's confused mind.

He suddenly let go of his hand, walked quickly to Hua Fei's bed, and finally saw the woman on the bed clearly.

The woman was dressed in plain white, with a plain paper-cut flower on her head, and she was lying quietly on the bed.

The emperor sat on the edge of the bed, holding the woman's hand, and was surprised.

"Shilan, why are your hands so cold?"

He looked around the room and saw that the brazier was very far away.

He is angry.

"Is this how you take care of Concubine Hua on a daily basis? The brazier is so far away, and if Concubine Hua gets sick later, you will be the only ones to blame!"

The palace maids and eunuchs kneeling on the ground were all silent and dared not say a word.

Just secretly, furtively exchanging glances.

Didn’t anyone tell the Emperor that Concubine Hua was dead?

Why does the emperor's words and actions seem to indicate that Concubine Hua is not dead?

At this time, Songzhi stood up and replied,

"Last night, the queen didn't sleep well, so she started embroidering. In the second half of the night, she suddenly vomited blood and fainted... When Doctor Wen arrived, the young lady had already passed away."

The emperor turned his head angrily and looked at Songzhi coldly.

"Why is Concubine Hua vomiting blood for no reason?"

As Songzhi spoke, she handed the inner garment in her hand to the emperor with both hands.

Songzhi's words helped the emperor regain some of his sanity.

He took the inner garment handed to him by Songzhi, opened it and saw that it was embroidered with a lifelike yellow dragon.

"This is the embroidery that the Queen made for the Emperor before she left." Songzhi's voice was choked with sobs.

The emperor stroked it gently with his fingertips. The embroidery on it was the work of Concubine Hua.

Thinking of how weak Concubine Hua was and yet she was embroidering for him, the Emperor suddenly became grief-stricken.

He looked at Songzhi with bloodshot eyes.

"Hua Fei is weak, why don't you stop her?"

Songzhi wiped the tears from her face and spoke with a heavy nasal tone.

"I tried to persuade her, but she refused to listen. She said she wanted to make a tunic for the emperor while she was still in good health."

After hearing Songzhi's words, the emperor tightly grasped the inner garment in his hand and said nothing.

The entire bedroom fell into a terrible silence.

You can even hear a pin drop.

After a while, the emperor's tired voice sounded.

"You all stand down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

All the eunuchs and palace maids fled from the bedroom.

Songzhi walked to the door of the bedroom and looked back at the emperor.

He just kept his head down, looking at Concubine Hua. He seemed to be frozen in time and there was no movement for a long time.

"Aunt Songzhi, please go too, and let the emperor be alone and quiet for a while."

Su Peisheng asked Songzhi to leave.

Songzhi knelt down and saluted Su Peisheng, "Yes, Eunuch Su."

She turned her head away, tears falling from her eyes.

It was broad daylight, but the sky and earth were gloomy.

The dark clouds were thick, pressing down on the sky.

The snow is still falling.

Prince Guo stood on a high place, his whole body covered with snowflakes.

But he didn't feel cold at all.

His gaze passed through the houses, bare trees and thick dark clouds in front of him and fell on a certain bedroom.

"Your Majesty, please go back to your room and rest. You didn't sleep the whole night last night."

"I am not sleepy."

"Even if Concubine Hua knew about this, she wouldn't want the prince to ruin his body like this."

"Shut up!"

"Your Majesty, wake up, you don't have any identity."

Ah Jin no longer cared about the master-servant relationship and blurted out the answer.

He really didn't want to see his master become absent-minded, neither human nor ghost.

"Do you think that I am easy to talk to, so you can say whatever you want without restraint?"

Prince Guo pushed A Jin to the ground.

A Jin's body was covered with snowflakes. He stood up and knelt on the ground.

"I am an orphan. It was the prince who gave me clothes to wear and food to eat. The prince wanted to kill me, and A Jin had no complaints. I only hope that the prince would take care of me and live a good life for the sake of the concubine who is still on the mountain!"

After saying that, Ah Jin raised his head, ready to be killed.

Prince Guo looked at A Jin's stubborn look and understood his painstaking efforts.

"Get up, I know what to do."

A Jin still didn't stand up.

"Eunuch Su came just now. The Emperor specifically asked you to arrange the marriage of Concubine Hua."

Prince Guo suspected that he had heard it wrongly.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Ah Jin said seriously, "It is absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you can go ask Eunuch Su in person."

Prince Guo slowed down and said, "I will ask Eunuch Su right away."

After saying that, he strode towards Concubine Hua's bedroom.

Ah Jin knelt on the ground, watching his master walk away, feeling filled with emotion.

Su Peisheng stood outside the bedroom and forbade anyone to go in and disturb the emperor.

Seeing Prince Guo coming, he hurriedly took a few steps forward, bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

Prince Guo went straight to the point.

"Eunuch Su, is my brother really asking me to arrange Concubine Hua's wedding?"

Su Peisheng was a little surprised when he looked at Prince Guo, who had an untidy beard and dark eyes.

This Prince Guo is as haggard as the emperor.

"Yes, the emperor has just given me an oral instruction. I'm sure your confidant, A Jin, has already told you."

“So it’s true…”

Prince Guo's melancholy expression unexpectedly revealed a strange joy.

Su Peisheng didn’t quite understand, but he didn’t dare to think too much about it.

He lamented.

"Alas, the emperor is very sad. Such a big matter can only be handed over to you, Your Highness."

King Guo faced the bedroom and bowed deeply.

"I will do my best to live up to your trust."

At this moment, the door of the bedroom was suddenly opened.

The emperor walked out with a staggering gait.

Su Peisheng hurriedly stepped forward and supported him.

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"

"I'm fine." The emperor steadied himself and looked at Prince Guo with a sad look in his eyes.

"Old Seventeen, my Hua Fei is gone."

Prince Guo bowed his head and said, "My Royal Brother, I am so sad."

The emperor walked over and pressed his shoulder hard with one hand.

"Her descendants must have a grand funeral!"

"Yes, Brother Huang."

The emperor looked at Prince Guo with satisfaction and walked forward woodenly.

Su Peisheng hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

The emperor said without even turning his head: "I want to bring Hong Zhou here and let him see his mother off."

"Your Majesty, please slow down." Su Peisheng finally caught up with the emperor and held his arm.

Another round of galloping horse hooves sounded.

After Prince Guo confirmed that the emperor had gone far away, he immediately turned around to look for Wen Shichu.

During the night, the snow fell heavier and heavier.

There was a constant flow of people coming and going in the Old Summer Palace, including craftsmen transporting various funeral supplies, eunuchs and palace maids who were temporarily called in to help, and nearby farmers.

At this moment, a carriage that could not be more ordinary, driven by an old man, left the Old Summer Palace.

Generally, this kind of carriage is used to carry farmers from nearby areas who come to do carpentry work.

So no one noticed them.

The guards guarding the gate of the Old Summer Palace frowned when they saw them and waved their hands to tell them to leave quickly.