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The next day.

Qianqing Palace.

Ye Xu: "What's the matter, Imperial Master? When is the best time to hold the funeral for Prince Rong?"

The national teacher "Tianjizi" is a middle-aged man with silver hair and handsome appearance.

The Imperial Master stroked his beard, looking mysterious and profound: "Your Majesty, I observed the celestial phenomena last night and it would be best if the funeral of the great prince is held tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Ye Xu frowned: "So soon?"

The Imperial Master nodded and said, "Prince Rong's fate is to have his funeral held at 15:30 tomorrow. His soul will be able to ascend to heaven. In addition, tomorrow is the day when the nine stars will align once every thousand years. Prince Rong's funeral will be held at that time and he will be able to ascend directly to the ranks of the immortals."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xu's eyes lit up: "But it's true."

Imperial Master: “Of course it’s true…!”

"Your Majesty!" Just when Ye Xu was about to issue an order, a report came from outside the palace.

Ye Xu looked at the Imperial Guards: "What's the matter?"

The imperial guard replied respectfully: "Master Yiming requests an audience."

"Master Yiming?" Ye Xu frowned: "Let Master Yiming in...!"

"National Master, please step back first!"

Tianjizi bowed and saluted: "I will take my leave!"

When Tianjizi went out, he happened to meet Master Yiming who was walking slowly towards him. The two looked at each other and saluted each other.

After a while, Master Yiming arrived at the Qianqing Palace.

"I, Yiming, greet the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."

Ye Xu stood up to greet him: "Master Yiming, there is no need to be so polite. Eunuch Gao, please take a seat."

Master Yiming nodded: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Master Yiming sat down, Ye Xu said, "I wonder why you came here today?"

Master Yiming: "In reply to the emperor, I am here today to discuss the funeral of Prince Rong."

"I wonder when the Imperial Master thinks the funeral of Prince Rong will be held?"

Ye Xu said, "The Imperial Master said that it would be best to hold the funeral at 3:15 tomorrow afternoon, and Prince Rong can be included in the immortal class."

Hearing this, Master Yiming smiled and shook his head: "No...!"

"Why?" Ye Xu asked.

Master Yiming continued, "Your Majesty, you don't know that tomorrow at 15:30 is the time when Yang energy is at its strongest, and Prince Rong's fate is Yin. If the funeral is held at that time, Prince Rong will not only not be included in the immortal class, but will also be reduced to ashes."

"What?" Ye Xu stood up in surprise, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Master Yiming, are you sure?"

Master Yiming: "Monks do not speak nonsense."

Ye Xu frowned and asked, "Then when does Master Yiming think Prince Rong's funeral should be held?"

Master Yiming stood up and bowed: "In my opinion, Prince Rong's funeral can be held ten days later, after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Ye Xu sighed and waved his hand.

Master Yiming understood: "Your Majesty, I will take my leave!"

After Master Yiming leaves.

Ye Xu looked at Eunuch Gao beside him and said, "Who do you think I should trust?"

"National Master or Master Yiming?"

Eunuch Gao replied: "Your Majesty, I think we should listen to Master Yiming and hold Prince Rong's funeral in ten days."

"What if what the national teacher said is true?" Ye Xu frowned and said, "Wouldn't that mean Ah Mo has lost the chance to be included in the immortal class?"

"Your Majesty, Master Yiming is an accomplished monk who has lived for who knows how long. I still think he is more reliable." Eunuch Gao still insisted on his point of view.

Eunuch Gao always felt that the Imperial Master Tianjizi was not a good person and had a shifty look.

Ye Xu thought for a while and finally made a decision: "Then let Prince Rong's funeral be held in the imperial mausoleum ten days later."

"…………"

The Grand Palace.

Feng Qingjiu yawned, knelt in front of the basin where paper money was burned, and gently pressed his waist with one hand.

We fought for three hundred rounds last night!

I’m almost exhausted!

Now I have back pain!

"Princess, the lady is here...! She's waiting for you in the backyard!" Xia Ling came in and reported in a low voice.

Mother is here?

The backyard of the palace.

Looking at the white in front of her, Song Shu's eyes became even more worried.

"Hey~!"

"I don't know what to do with my Ah Jiu in the future!"

According to Tiansheng Law, after her husband died, his wife was not allowed to remarry. If she was found to have an affair, she would be paraded through the streets and cursed by everyone.

"Mom...!" Feng Qingjiu, who came hurriedly, saw his beautiful mother wiping her tears from a distance.

Not wanting Ah Jiu to see her sad, Song Shu quickly wiped her eyes: "Hey~! Ah Jiu."

Feng Qingjiu asked, "Mom, why are you here?"

"Mom just wanted to come and see you, child. Have you not had enough rest these days?" Song Shu stretched out her hand to tidy up her daughter's hair that was scattered on her forehead.

Looking at her daughter's haggard face, Song Shu felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"Ajiu...! My daughter, you have suffered!"

I told her not to cry, but I couldn't hold it back, and the tears flowed uncontrollably.

Feng Qingjiu hugged his tearful beautiful mother into his arms: "Mom, I'm fine, don't cry."

Looking at the mother and daughter hugging and crying, Wang Chun and Xia Ling beside them were also very sad.

Silly Ah Jiu, you said it was okay after such a big incident! Thinking of her own daughter pretending to be strong, Song Shu was so sad that she couldn't help herself.

"Ajiu...!" Song Shu sniffed and wanted to say something but choked back.

Seeing the beautiful mother’s red eyes, Feng Qingjiu felt very sorry.

So he leaned close to the beautiful mother's ear and whispered in a voice that only the mother and daughter could hear: "Mom, Ah Mo is not dead. We are all acting."

what?

not dead?

Song Shu was surprised and wanted to get up!

Feng Qingjiu held the beautiful mother's shoulders and said, "Mother, there are people all around this palace, we can't show any flaws."

After saying this, Song Shu already understood!

"Okay, Mom got it!"

He is not dead, he is actually not dead, it must be all fake, it is too good to be true.

Then Ajiu won’t have to be a widow anymore!

“Wow, wow, wow…! My daughter! Your life is so miserable!” Song Shu gently patted her daughter’s back, her tears almost soaking her collar.

At this moment, Feng Qingjiu was very impressed by the beautiful mother's acting skills!

As expected, every person from ancient times would become a movie star or actress in modern times.

“Mother… wuwuwu…!” Feng Qingjiu was also choking with sobs.

"Princess...! Madam!" Xia Ling also started crying loudly.

Wang Chun also started crying.

Nanny Jiang, who was not far away, watched this scene and her tears began to flow again.

"Mammy, the princess's crying is so sad." A little maid's shoulders trembled.

"Ah...!" Nanny Jiang wiped her tears and choked up, "The princess hasn't cried out loud these past few days, she's just holding on! Now that Madam Song is here, the princess can't hold back any more."

"It's better to cry it out! Otherwise, if you hold it in for too long, I'm really worried that the princess will get sick. The palace cannot be without a master."

"The princess is also a miserable person. She has been married to the prince for less than three months, and the prince...!"

"Why…!"