Bring your son to chase after your wife, please go home

Chapter 618 The golden coffin is on fire (2)
Emperor Liang didn't speak again, and after giving him a hard look, he left the altar and stood aside.

The servant of the Ministry of Rites raised his eyes cautiously, seeing that Emperor Liang had no intention of speaking, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted, "Emperor Taisun Altar!"

Ye Tianyu stood up, walked slowly to the side of Emperor Liang's altar, and stood in front of the altar dedicated to him. After prostrating according to the ritual, he took three sticks of incense and inserted them into the altar, and burned paper money.

The Minister of Rituals shouted again, "Prince altar!"

King Huai was abolished, and the current princes are An Wang Ye Zhan, Cheng Wang Ye Ting and Jin Wang Ye Hen.

The three got up slowly.

Ye Zhan was the first to go to the altar belonging to the prince.

He didn't know the truth, so he thought that the one lying in the golden coffin was his own mother. He heard the Emperor Liang's conclusion just now. At this moment, Ye Zhan, who was finally able to worship his biological mother, stared at the golden coffin closely. His lips were trembling.

No matter how much he resented her for leaning towards Ye Hen in the past, she was still his biological mother. At this time, heaven and man are separated forever, and no matter how many complaints he had in his stomach, they had no choice but to turn into two tears.

"Mother and concubine, let's go!" These were the only four words Ye Zhan uttered standing in front of the altar, with a determination to say goodbye forever.

"Fourth brother, don't be too sad, you still have me." Cheng Wang Ye Ting stepped forward and patted Ye Zhan on the shoulder. His usual hazy eyes, which were usually half asleep and half awake, were particularly bright today, and he spoke in a low voice. Alcohol sounds nice.

Ye Zhan looked up at him, nodded slightly and backed away.

After King Cheng finished offering sacrifices, it was Ye Hen's turn.

The palace man who delivered the incense still took three sticks of incense and waited respectfully.

Ye Hen lifted his steps and walked towards the altar of the prince step by step.

Yesterday at the Xishan Imperial Mausoleum, Emperor Liang designed something that raised Baili Changge's vigilance to the highest level.

Especially now that it was Ye Hen's turn to pay homage, she raised her head involuntarily, staring closely at his every step, lest any accident would happen if she didn't pay attention.

But until he reached the altar, there was nothing unusual.

Baili Changge still didn't dare to relax, his eyes were fixed on his back.

Taking the three sticks of incense from the palace man, Ye Hen lit them on top of the white candle.

As soon as the three sticks of incense were lit by the candle, Baili Changge could smell a strange smell coming out, but the smell was so slight that if it wasn't for her keen sense of smell, she wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

Ye Hen held up the incense, just about to insert it into the altar.

Baili Changge suddenly got up and shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Ye Hen made a move.

"Your Majesty, forgive me." Baili Changge cupped his hands in the direction of Emperor Liang, "The imperial concubine is indifferent by nature, neither fighting nor grabbing, neither jealous nor angry. But today, as the concubine of Marquis of Wuding, the official of Dali Temple has no right to light a stick of incense for her, and I feel very regretful, so I specially ask for an order to pay homage to her as the fiancée of King Jin."

What she said had two effects.

First, first throw out all the virtues of Concubine Ning Gui, so that Emperor Liang can't refute her going up to pay homage and then find out the truth about the three sticks of incense.

Second, she emphasized her relationship with Ye Hen in front of civil and military officials. In this way, even if the imperial decree of marriage from the Chonghua Palace does not come down, public opinion will confirm her relationship with Ye Hen as a fiancé.

Ye Tianyu's face turned ugly for a moment.

Ye Hen glanced at the three sticks of incense in his hand, thoughtfully.

Pei Jin frowned deeply, his gaze seemed to poke a hole in the floor.

The entire mourning hall was so quiet that one could hear one's breath, but everyone had their own thoughts.

(End of this chapter)