bookcurios Chapter 410 What did Xiao 9 say to his elder sister-in-law just now?
Chapter 410 What did Xiao 9 say to his elder sister-in-law just now?
By midnight, Xia Hong, exhausted, had already fallen asleep in the imperial tent, and all of Han Zhou's affairs after his death were handed over to Xia Ling.
A coffin was carried out from the Prince Ling's Palace and into the hunting ground. The slight noise woke up Zhong Yuanyuan who had just closed her eyes.
After changing her clothes with the help of Nanny Xi, Zhong Yuanyuan saw Xia Yu as soon as she walked out of the tent.
Without asking anything, Zhong Yuanyuan knew why Xia Yu came.
In Xia Yu's mind, apart from his mother, no one in the court was qualified to bury Han Zhou.
When the mother and son returned to the arena, the small coffin that had obviously been opened and placed on the arena was surrounded by many people.
There were court officials, guards, and children of prominent families.
As for Xia Ling, he seemed to be very busy, but a quick glance would reveal that he had not done anything substantial.
After hearing the eunuch's report, Xia Ling went to meet Zhong Yuanyuan. He greeted Zhong Yuanyuan first, then looked at Xia Yu and asked, "It's late at night, why did Xiao Jiu wake up the Imperial Concubine?"
Zhong Yuanyuan walked towards the ring with steady steps, and the words he uttered were also calm: "I want to see you off."
As soon as Zhong Yuanyuan arrived, everyone around Han Zhou bowed and stood up: "Greetings, Her Majesty. Long live Her Majesty."
Glancing at the faces surrounding the arena, Xia Hong definitely didn't want to see this kind of scene: "Since you have presented this here today, please don't show up on the day of the condolence or funeral."
The gentle words were a reminder of comfort, as if I had drunk a dose of extremely effective medicine, and my turbulent soul finally found a place to return to: "Yes, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."
Zhong Yuanyuan looked at the coffin again. It was made of very fine golden nanmu wood, but it was too small to fit someone like Han Zhou.
If nothing unexpected happens, this coffin should be the dowry of the former Princess Ling who was born in the Minister's Mansion.
After all, a guilty person who committed suicide does not deserve to be buried in such a coffin.
"Lord Ling, don't force it in. Put the coffin lid upside down and use it to carry Han Zhou back."
Glancing around at the court officials who had not expressed any objections, Xia Ling asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, this is not appropriate. Without a coffin, I am afraid that it will discourage the loyal officials."
Zhong Yuanyuan turned around and looked at Xia Ling. "The Zhongqin Marquis's family is a military family, and they did not originate from the Great Xia Dynasty. All the sons of other families have prepared their own coffins since birth, so they don't need this one."
"Water burial doesn't require a coffin."
Xia Ling was so embarrassed that his ears turned red after hearing Zhong Yuanyuan's calm and gentle statement. Without saying anything more, he ordered his personal guards to properly dispose of Han Zhou's body.
He personally escorted Han Zhou out of the hunting ground, and Zhong Yuanyuan also sent away all the court officials. He asked Nanny Xi to extinguish the lanterns, and took Xia Yu to walk slowly in the moonlight and autumn breeze.
Neither the mother nor the son spoke. Nanny Xi thought about what Xia Ling had just said and complained softly, "Your Highness just saved Prince Ling, but Prince Ling didn't even say a word of thanks."
If Han Zhou's stiff body was forced in as Xia Ling intended, and Marquis Zhongqin saw it, he would not only not be friendly with Xia Ling, but he would probably stab Xia Ling with a sword.
Zhong Yuanyuan didn't care at all: "I didn't go there to save him, so there's no need to thank me."
If you go there to save someone, it's not for this thank you.
"Master, you are always so indifferent and never force anything. I sometimes feel sorry for you."
Chuckling, no words.
Nanny Xi has served her for so many years, and she can't change her subconscious behavior of wanting to snatch things that belong to Zhong Yuanyuan away from her.
And Zhong Yuanyuan did not force Nanny Xi to change it.
Life is short, and you are lucky if you can live according to your heart.
After these words were spoken, the three of them fell into silence again.
After walking with Xia Yu in the hunting ground for nearly an hour, Xia Yu's heavy and restless steps began to be slowly suppressed.
Some things cannot be rushed and cannot be feared.
The more anxious and fearful you are, the more likely things will go wrong.
Pausing, Xia Yu looked at Zhong Yuanyuan and smiled, "Mother, I have to go back to Prince Ming's Mansion tonight. Otherwise, the Master will be worried when he hears about Han Zhou's death from other people tomorrow."
Zhong Yuanyuan gently stroked Xia Yu's hair, and then touched Xia Yu's eyebrows and eyes: "Yu'er, don't be afraid, mother is here."
There was no one around, and the darkness gave Xia Yu a layer of protection: "Mother, can you hug me?"
Silently, he gently embraced Xia Yu in his arms: "My Yu'er, you are taller than me now."
"Mother, I am your child."
"Yu'er is a treasure that God has given to me. I love Yu'er very much."
"Do you love him as much as you love other children?"
"No, my mother will give it to Ai Yuer."
The love that Xia Qi failed to give and the regret of being trapped in the deep palace and not being able to give Xia Yu a day of peace, all turned into an increasingly deep love for Xia Yu.
While the eldest sister and brother shouldered the heavy responsibility of carrying the country, Zhong Yuanyuan chose to leave her freedom and spontaneity to Xia Yu.
"Mother, don't be afraid, your son is here."
Leaving Zhong Yuanyuan's arms, Xia Yu frowned and emphasized: "Mother, you have to love me the same way."
They are all A'niang's children. They have never had freedom, and they have had freedom but lost it again. They are all miserable.
"Okay." With tears in her eyes, Zhong Yuanyuan waved towards Xia Yu: "Go, go back to Prince Ming's Palace."
With his head held high, Xia Yu walked out of the hunting ground accompanied by A Niang in the dim light and headed towards the mountains and seas that belonged to him.
An extinguished lamp in the distance was lit up. Xia Hong walked up to Zhong Yuanyuan and held her hand: "My eldest sister-in-law has not returned, and I can't sleep."
Zhong Yuanyuan responded: "Go back."
"What did Xiaojiu say to the eldest sister-in-law just now?"
Zhong Yuanyuan stopped and the light in her eyes was even fainter than the moonlight that shined into the world.
She dropped the judgment: "Your Majesty, Yu'er is frightened by you."
"Xiaojiu is the child of me and my eldest sister-in-law. I have always treated him differently."
The whitewashed peace was shattered by Zhong Yuanyuan's words, and Xia Hong let out a long-lost dry smile.
The Zhong Yuanyuan in front of me looks so unfamiliar, but it seems that this should be the real Zhong Yuanyuan.
Zhong Yuanyuan was not angry because Xia Hong let her bear the blame for Han Zhou's death, but she was dissatisfied because Han Zhou's death scared Xia Yu.
The man who was sure to win recalled again that Zhong Yuanyuan stayed with him because of Xia Yu.
Feeling aggrieved, Xia Hong complained, "My eldest sister-in-law loves Xiaojiu more than she loves me."
"Your Majesty, if you truly love me, you will not bear to hurt Yu'er in the slightest."
"You treat Yu'er like this today because I am not as important to the emperor as this power."
"No...no..."
"This kingdom will definitely be handed over to Xiaojiu after I die."
Continuing forward, Zhong Yuanyuan spoke again after entering the tent: "Which of those who died or are about to be punished is not the emperor's child?"