"The Empress Dowager is targeting the Prince with threats against the Princess Consort. The Princess Consort has no choice but to get involved. The situation is now difficult to resolve. The only way to resolve this situation is with the help of the Empress Dowager."
Consort Rou had already believed most of what he said, but she remained outwardly calm: "Go back now, let me think about this matter some more."
"yes."
Before we knew it, it was time for the third day of the Lunar New Year to offer sacrifices.
The Northern Chu Emperor led the royal family in a grand procession to the imperial mausoleum, including Princess Jia Hua and Song Yue's group.
Song Yue came because Yun Ke was also coming to pay respects to his ancestors.
She came to offer incense to Emperor Beiqi.
The imperial mausoleum was built in a very grand manner, stretching as far as the eye could see. Everywhere you looked, there were stone sculptures, with majestic lions guarding the sides, dragons coiling around pillars, and scriptures carved on the steps.
Everyone held their breath, their faces solemn, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Upon arriving at the place of worship, the Emperor of Northern Chu led the way by burning incense and kowtowing in respect.
The others knelt down and kowtowed.
Yunke's body mostly covered Song Yue. Song Yue secretly raised her eyes. In her previous life, Consort Rou was brought back to the Eighth Prince's Mansion and supported by Zhao Zhiyan with military merits.
She had never met this imperial concubine.
Princess Jiahua once said that she was of humble status, but had a good appearance and a meticulous mind. Before his death, Emperor Taizu ordered that Consort Rou be sent to the imperial mausoleum. Wasn't that a form of protection?
Consort Rou had no ability to protect herself in the harem, and the Eighth Prince's power base was unstable. As it turned out, Emperor Taizu was right. After Emperor Taizu's death, many concubines in the harem met with misfortune.
Especially those who had a grudge against Empress Dowager Xu.
Some people drown in winter, others die from fires caused by fires in summer, or choke on a snack. Some even die from strange illnesses after a few months.
On the contrary, Consort Rou lived a peaceful life for many years, and after the Eighth Prince gained a foothold, she was taken back to her residence to enjoy a life of luxury.
Just then, shouts came from ahead: "Assassin! Assassin!"
"Guards, protect the emperor!"
Song Yue suddenly raised her head.
Yun Ke pulled Song Yue into his arms, looking wary: "Stay close to me, and don't go anywhere."
"Um."
She knew that today's sacrificial ceremony would not bring peace.
From afar, a group of guards could be seen surrounding several men in black. From a distance, cries for help could be heard, and some people said that the men were injured.
Song Yue looked around, her eyelids twitching, and grabbed Yun Ke's arm, her voice trembling: "Where is Mother?"
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