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

In a dark and damp prison.

Wen Shichu, who was beaten to a pulp, leaned against the corner, staring blankly at the only window diagonally above him.

Judging from the time, the emperor should be here soon.

He waited until evening.

But he did not wait for the emperor, but instead received an imperial edict to release him and dismiss him from his post.

When Wen Shichu returned home, a man in black jumped out from the door and dragged him to his room.

Before he could respond, the door was closed again.

There was only one light on in the room, but Wen Shichu could clearly see the man sitting on the chair.

He was about to shout, but was interrupted by the man.

It was at this time that Wen Shichu noticed that there was another man with a gloomy and cruel face standing behind the man.

If I remember correctly, this cruel man's name was Xia Qie.

Next to Xia Qia was a large wooden chest.

"Didn't you say last time that there was a master among the people of Anhui? Let's go and give it a try."

Wen Shichu was stunned for a moment.

"You... agreed?"

"Anhui is also his biological mother's hometown. If...if it still doesn't work, then bury him there."

"Yes."

The man stood up. Xia Qi glanced at the large wooden cabinet on the ground and looked at the man questioningly.

The man walked over to the large wooden cabinet and stroked it gently.

"Just leave it to Wen Shichu."

"Yes."

The door closed silently again. It was not until the sound of the main gate closing was heard outside the yard that Wen Shichu sat down on the ground, his whole body leaning limply against the wall due to fear.

He caught sight of the wooden cabinet out of the corner of his eye, and without even taking a breath, he quickly crawled over and opened it.

In the wooden cabinet, the child's childish and pale face came into view, and his eyebrows and eyes looked very much like Concubine Hua.

Wen Shichu quickly took out an exquisite box from the secret compartment under the bed, took out the pill, and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

He looked at the time. It was already night and a cold rain had started falling from the sky.

I can't leave tonight because the city gates are closed.

Wen Shichu endured the pain, walked to the hall, asked the servant to apply medicine to him, and then told him that he would leave the capital the next morning.

After the servant finished his work, he began to pack up some of the household belongings.

Wen Shichu calculated the time and felt that he needed to have a good sleep, otherwise he would have to travel in the next few days.

Early in the morning, as soon as the rooster crowed, the soldiers guarding the city gate slowly opened the gate.

Wen Shichu mingled with the crowd, sat in a carriage, and queued up to leave the city.

The soldiers guarding the city checked everyone who wanted to leave the city one by one.

When it was Wen Shichu's turn, the soldier lifted the curtain and Wen Shichu hurriedly took out a silver coin from his sleeve and handed it to the soldier.

The soldier took it quickly and said in a fake impatient tone: "It's so stinking, hurry up and leave!"

Wen Shichu brought a lot of medicinal herbs with him when he left the city this time, and placed them all in a box in the car.

Some Chinese medicinal herbs have strong smells that ordinary people find difficult to get used to.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll leave right away!"

Wen Shichu and the soldier bowed and apologized, and ordered the servants to drive the carriage quickly.

After the carriage was allowed to pass through the checkpoint, its speed increased.

At this time, a horseman came galloping towards the city.

"The eighth prince has passed away. There will be a curfew for the next few days!"

When the common people heard this, they were all deeply moved.

"I heard that the Eighth Prince is only six years old this year."

"Who said that? The emperor has already issued an obituary. He was eight years old."

"Good, Jili."

As soon as Wen Shichu left the capital, he ordered his servants to ride as fast as possible.

He looked at the wooden cabinet in the car and calculated the time. He had to get out of the controlled area of ​​the capital before dark.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried horse hooves behind me.

Wen Shichu's heart was in his throat.

He lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to the servant driving the carriage, "Hurry, the pursuers are catching up with us."

The servant raised the whip high and whipped the horse's butt several times.

The horse raised its front hooves again and galloped away.

Although there were two horses pulling the carriage, there were people and goods on the carriage after all, and it was ultimately no match for the cavalry alone.

"stop!"

The soldiers on horseback blocked the way.

At this point, Wen Shichu had no choice but to listen. He asked his servant to rein in the horse, then he dismounted himself and bowed to the soldier.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"Let me tell you, there is a curfew during this period. If you want to go back to the city tonight, you'd better hurry up!"

Wen Shichu wondered, is that all?

He slowly raised his head and found that it was the soldier he had just bribed.

He immediately understood the cause and effect of the matter.

"Thank you for the reminder, sir. But I have to go back to my hometown to attend the funeral, so I won't be able to come back for a while."

The soldier bowed respectfully upon hearing this and said, "My condolences."

Wen Shichu bowed in return.

"In that case, I won't delay your journey. Goodbye!"

"Farewell, young official."

The soldiers turned their horses and headed towards the city.

It was a false alarm, but it made Wen Shichu break out in a cold sweat.

After getting on the carriage, he told the servant to drive as fast as possible!

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Inside the palace, concubines, royal relatives, and ministers, all dressed in mourning, knelt on the ground and wailed.

The emperor knelt in the front, looking at the coffin in front of him, his eyes full of bloodshot.

Fuhui's voice seemed to still be in my ears, but in the blink of an eye it became a cold corpse.

Unconsciously, cold tears rolled down.

He had never been so sad when Honghui died before.

However, Fuhui's departure was like a piercing pain in the emperor's heart.

He covered his chest, feeling stuffy and painful.

Everyone present knew that he had always loved the Eighth Prince the most, and they cried and wailed, fearing that they were not sad enough and would be beheaded.

Zhen Huan cried sincerely with the Fourth Prince.

Thinking of how good Concubine Hua had been to her, her death, and even the death of her only child, Zhen Huan felt even more miserable and cried even more bitterly.

Shen Meizhuang is no exception.

The Queen and others who were jealous and resentful of Concubine Hua on a daily basis, although they didn't want to cry, they still cried like a real person.

The Queen was released from confinement, but her rights were almost completely taken away by the Emperor.

Now, she is almost like a mascot in the harem.

Xia Qian was also dressed in mourning, wearing a hat, and lowering her head, observing everyone's reactions one by one.

After the mourning period, the emperor returned to the Yangxin Palace and issued an imperial decree to bury the deceased eighth prince Fuhui with the rites of a prince and posthumously confer the title of Heshuo Huai Prince on him.

At this time, Xia Qi came hurriedly and knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, this is what I observed during the period of mourning."

Su Peisheng handed the note in Xia Qie's hand to the emperor very tacitly.

When the emperor opened it, he became furious.

"You, Prince Cheng, Yunzhi, actually laughed at Fuhui's funeral! This is intolerable!"

After he finished speaking, the emperor immediately drafted an imperial edict, ordering the death penalty for Prince Cheng for the crime of high treason.

When the news reached the harem, the queen sneered at the sky.

"Your Majesty, you are too partial. Honghui is the eldest son. When he dies, he should be buried with the rites of a prince. This is only natural! But why should Hua Fei's child Fuhui be buried with the rites of a prince?"

As a bystander, Jianqiu can see the current situation most clearly.

She comforted the Queen, "Your Majesty, Prince Cheng offended the Emperor at Concubine Hua's funeral a few years ago. Now he even dared to laugh at the Eighth Prince's funeral. Isn't this incurring the wrath of the Imperial Family? In my opinion, whether it's Concubine Hua or the Eighth Prince, they are all dead. It doesn't matter who the Emperor favors, as long as he can't go against you anymore."