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It was a pity to hear this, Song Yuan sighed, and looked at Xiao Shen inadvertently, but saw that she was in a daze with a red maple leaf in her hand, and she didn't know what she was thinking of.

Chunyang did not forget to remind Song Yuan: "My lord, don't provoke the concubine easily. Now that Brother Wei is getting older, the concubine's temperament is getting more and more depressed. If I say the wrong thing, I'm afraid it will make her overwhelmed." .”

"I know, I have nothing to do to provoke my sister-in-law." Song Yuan leaned against the car window and looked at the scenery outside. When he turned around, he saw that Xiao Shen was still holding the maple leaf, and he seemed to like it very much.

The journey was smooth, but as soon as they arrived outside Jingzhao City, they heard the death knell ringing throughout Jingzhao City. Everyone's expressions changed, and they quickly stopped the carriage and sent someone to inquire about the news.

Soon, Wei Yan came back with news: "My lord, the noble concubine in the palace has passed away."

"Concubine Xi?" Song Yuan did not forget to confirm.

"Yes, it is Concubine Xi."

Xiao Shen hurriedly said: "Then we have to go back and change quickly."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Shen family at the front sent Wang Mama over to pass on a message: "The side concubine, the concubine ordered, first remove the hairpin ring and dazzling clothes from the carriage, and then change clothes quickly and enter the palace after returning home."

"Understood." Xiao Shen replied, and Chunyang hurried over to remove the jewelry on her body, and Song Yuan also took off the gold collar around his neck and handed it to Chunyang to put away one by one.

When they arrived at the palace, they rushed back to the room to change their clothes. Wei Yan had arranged for the mourning clothes brought by the guards, and they also quickly changed into them.

Mrs. Shen soon arrived, she took Song Yuan to have a look and was relieved, Song Chun and Mrs. Song Zhu also came, side concubine Li didn't dare to delay, and arrived before Mrs. Shen came out.

Mrs. Shen went out to look at them, and said loudly: "The imperial concubine has passed away. As a junior in the royal family, he should keep his filial piety. You follow me into the palace for the funeral, and the others stay at home. Make arrangements quickly. Don't leave anything that violates taboos behind." .”

"Yes." Everyone answered, and hurried into the palace after her.

There were a lot of people rushing to attend the funeral. The carriages drove through the Shenyang Gate and stopped at the Yukun Gate. When they arrived at the Mingzhang Hall along the palace alley, the Mingzhang Hall was already plain, and the palace people knelt down on the ground. , sobbing uncontrollably.

Mrs. Shen led the female family members up to the front gate, while Song Yuan followed Song Zhu obediently. The crying in the hall was even louder. The people who came one after another quickly filled the hall, and everyone knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. , but there was no trace of Emperor Taikang.

The crown prince knelt on the bed and howled loudly, seeing the grief-stricken King Zhongshan and the other two princes knelt aside, comforting him while crying, the princesses who came in a hurry threw themselves in front of the bed, Shen and the other two The princess rushed up to comfort them, and immediately, the crying in the hall became louder.

Song Yuan mixed in the crowd, forced a few tears to come out, lowered his head and sobbed along, also looking sad about the death of an elder.

At this moment, a servant came from outside the hall, and after looking around carefully, he found Song Yuan, and hurriedly came over and knelt beside her and said in a low voice, "My lord, the emperor has summoned you."

at this time?
Song Yuan didn't know why, but looked at Song Chun who was at the side. Song Chun obviously heard what the servant said, and nodded to signal her to go quickly, and Song Yuan got up and quietly left.

Following the servant all the way to the Taihua Palace, Chang De said when they met, "The imperial concubine has passed away, the emperor is really sad, son, please go and comfort me."

"Okay." Song Yuan pushed the door open and went in. After walking a few steps inside, he found that Emperor Taikang was standing by the back window with his back bent, his gray hair a little messy, and his face was covered by the wind blowing outside, but he He didn't care, and stared out of the window in a daze.

"Your Majesty." Song Yuan called softly, seeing that Emperor Taikang didn't respond, he boldly took two steps towards him, followed his gaze, only to find that the magnolias outside the window were in full bloom.

Emperor Taikang narrowed his eyes slightly: "The noble concubine said that she had been a concubine all her life, and she was still a concubine in her 70s. She just said so and died in front of me."

Song Yuan listened quietly, not daring to interrupt at will.

"I know that she wants to be a queen. As the birth mother of the crown prince, she should have been a queen because of her son. But my first wife has known me since childhood. She married me at the age of 15 and followed me in the border for ten years. For 30 years, I have been diligent and thrifty in managing my family and treating concubines and concubines well. It was because of her father and brother that I fought all the way back from the bitter cold to Jingzhao, and I was able to break out from many brothers and ascend to the throne. She is my wife. Nobody can compare to her."

Recalling his dead wife, Emperor Taikang's expression softened: "If I and her child were still alive, I would have entrusted the throne to him long ago, and I would have been able to be the Supreme Emperor long ago."

Song Yuan remained silent, it was really inconvenient for her to intervene in the grievances and grievances of the previous generation.

"It's a pity, their mother and child are so fateful, and they worked hard all the way with me but didn't enjoy a few days of happiness. I often think that he didn't have to be in that battle back then. Why would I let him go? If he If you don’t go, you won’t die in battle, the throne of Jiangshan, which I fought so hard to snatch, should have been entrusted to him.”

Speaking of this, Emperor Taikang choked up, and tears welled up in his cloudy eyes: "I didn't even protect his child. The little child got smallpox for no reason. It's such a coincidence. Take strict precautions against the guards who stick to it." So, with so many grandchildren, only his children are gone."

Song Yuan remained silent. She had heard from her husband Zhu Ci that the three children left behind by the former crown prince all died of smallpox when she was studying.

Emperor Taikang looked at her, saw that she was listening to him quietly, and suddenly grabbed her wrist with great force, Song Yuan hurriedly helped him to sit down.

"What's going on at Mingzhang Palace?" Emperor Taikang pulled up his sleeves and wiped his eyes, suppressing his emotions.

Song Yuan replied honestly: "Every family has arrived, the crown prince is distraught, father and several uncles are trying to persuade him."

"They didn't say anything?" Emperor Taikang said in a cold voice.

Song Yuan didn't know why he asked such a question, but he still answered honestly: "Grandson kneels far away, only the sound of crying can be heard."

Emperor Taikang looked at her: "Go back and kneel, if they ask, just say that I am sad, and don't go there."

He didn't want to deal with the imperial concubine's funeral, Song Yuan could tell, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and obediently withdrew.

Thinking about those words of Emperor Taikang all the way, Song Yuan only felt that there was a cold hypocrisy behind the deep affection.

So what if you love your wife deeply?It didn't delay his harem's full house of three thousand descendants, but it's a pity that he lost his wife and son-in-law, and made wedding dresses for others while fighting all the way.

There is also Concubine Xi, who followed Emperor Taikang at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and passed away in the past few years, but the husband missed his late wife and showed his deep friendship, and did not miss her at all.