Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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Yun Si looked at the person on the dragon bed indifferently, her chin slightly raised, her voice was calm and cool,

"I have already warned the prince that your majesty will not survive tonight."

"Now that Your Majesty has no children, may I ask, Your Majesty, how should you deal with yourself?"

Lin Jiyuan didn't say anything. He took out an envelope from his lapel and handed it over.

"Please ask the Imperial Master to take a look."

Yun Si slowly lowered her eyelashes,

Light shadows fell on the snow-white cheeks, making the cold appearance seem a bit softer.

Twisting slowly with thin fingers, he opened the somewhat wrinkled envelope.

The writing on the piece of rice paper is a bit sloppy, but the content is not difficult to read.

Yun Si finished reading calmly, raised her eyes,

"Your Majesty, there is a fifteen-year-old prince living outside?"

"Yes, Imperial Master."

Lin Jiyuan respectfully delivered the will that the old emperor had already written to Yun Si.

"What your Majesty means is that he hopes that the state counselors and ministers will do their best to assist the prince in enthroning the throne."

Yun Si calmly folded the letter and handed it back.

After scanning the will briefly and quickly, she raised her eyes lightly and spoke in a calm tone,

"Have you found the prince who is living abroad?"

Lin Jiyuan nodded, "I just received news that the prince is in Liangcheng, twenty miles away from the capital."

"Now that His Majesty has passed away, the court cannot be without a king for a day."

"I invite the Imperial Master to come here because I want you to preside over His Majesty's funeral affairs in the palace."

"Wei Chen will immediately hurry up and welcome the prince back."

"Master, how do you feel about this?"

Lin Jiyuan's arrangement is not unreasonable.

His Majesty's funeral must be presided over by the Imperial Preceptor, who will perform a divination to calculate the time and hour of entering the imperial mausoleum.

Only in this way can the emperor's soul ascend to heaven and become a god after death.

The next new emperor who is about to take office can naturally ascend the throne.

The stunning Imperial Master wearing a bright red fur coat in front of him nodded slightly.

He slowly put away the will, his voice was cold and elegant,

"Then, I'd like to thank you, Prince, for a trip."

Lin Jiyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With the approval of the national master, the next thing should be much smoother.

soon,

That night, Lin Jiyuan hurriedly led his people out of the capital.

Yun Si, on the other hand, stayed in the palace, presiding over the overall situation and preventing chaos in the palace.

The news of the old emperor's death was not announced that night.

So except for a few eunuchs, maids, and imperial doctors who knew about it, no one knew about the rest.

period,

The queen, concubine and others wanted to break into His Majesty's palace, but they were stopped by the Imperial Master's calm words.

The heavy snow fell heavier and heavier at night,

The dark sky seemed like the mood of everyone in the harem, depressing and dull.

Tonight, I am destined to not be able to sleep well.

Yun Si stayed in the palace and guarded it for seven days.

The snow in the capital also seems to never stop, it keeps falling with no sign of stopping.

When the eighth day comes,

The heavy snow in the sky seems to be getting heavier,

When Yun Si got up in the morning, she put on her fur coat and put on her fur hat.

Standing at the door of the side hall of the emperor's palace, he looked quietly at the heavy snow outside, his eyes calm.

The slender hand was slightly raised and placed in the air,

A few weightless snowflakes soon fell on the pale pink palm,

It melted into her warm palm and turned into a bit of wetness.

Yun Si looked at the sky and sighed silently,

The beautiful and indifferent peach blossom eyes blinked lightly, and a trace of confusion flashed through.

In this life, where are her Nine Songs?