It takes an incense stick of time to get from the pier to the imperial city.
In the spacious and luxurious carriage, Yuan Zhao and several children talked one by one about the things to pay attention to after entering the palace.
But in fact, it was meant for Yuan Nan'an alone to hear.
Yuan Musheng grew up in the palace and was familiar with the etiquette and rules; Yuan Qiyu and Yuan Zhizhi couldn't understand, so only Yuan Nanan was left to listen.
Yuan Nanan and Yuan Zhizhi's little faces were filled with excitement, and only Yuan Zhizhi's inner voice could be heard chattering.
[Wow! Zhizhi finally made it to the palace!]
Yuan Zhao felt both funny and sad when he heard this.
In her previous life, Zhizhi froze to death and never even had the chance to see the capital...
Yuan Musheng was teaching Yuan Qiyu how to greet people. Yuan Qiyu seemed to understand but not quite, and he kept imitating his elder brother:
"Greetings... Master Fang... Wansui, Wansui..."
Yuan Zhao's heart was actually not at peace either. She couldn't figure out the purpose of her father summoning her.
She lifted the car curtain and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar street in front of her.
In the past ten years, some things have changed, while others have not.
When she returned here, she had to be even more alert to deal with it.
After a while, the carriage stopped and Yuan Zhao knew they had arrived at the palace gate.
Zheng Lu's voice came, "Princess, please get off the carriage. His Majesty has ordered the sedan chair to wait here."
Gan Tang lifted the curtain, helped Yuan Zhao out of the car, and changed to a sedan chair.
The majestic imperial city is now before our eyes. The surroundings are quiet, with the Royal Guards standing guard on the side.
Just one look and you can feel its majesty and grandeur.
Yuan Musheng had not been in a wheelchair since he entered the palace. He had no need to hide it in the imperial city, but although he looked calm, he was a little nervous in his heart.
Instead, the three little ones looked around with curiosity in their eyes.
The sedan chair carrying several people quickly arrived at the Qinzheng Hall. Zheng Lu led the way in front. Yuan Zhao took a deep breath and climbed the stairs.
Yuan Musheng, Yuan Nan'an, Yuan Qiyu and Yuan Zhizhi, who was held by Gan Tang, followed behind in order of seniority, without breaking any rules.
Finally, when he reached the door of the hall, Yuan Zhao had completely adapted and calmed down.
This is where she grew up. Even though she feels more timid when she is close to home, this austere imperial city is her home and she belongs here.
Zheng Lu smiled, bowed and raised his hand: "Your Highness, please!"
Yuan Zhao straightened her body, adjusted her skirt, and walked inside step by step with the standard steps of a noble lady.
She lowered her eyes slightly and saw a bright yellow figure sitting on the dragon throne when she entered the hall.
She knelt and bowed deeply, and several children behind her followed her example.
"Your Highness has met His Majesty. Long live His Majesty, long live His Majesty."
"My grandson has met my royal grandfather. Long live my royal grandfather, long live him, long live him."
…
Yuan Nan'an followed Yuan Musheng and copied him. Yuan Qiyu was a little slow and his reaction was a few beats late, but at least he learned to do it.
But he didn't know how to say that long string of words, and he hadn't learned it before in the carriage, so he was scratching his head.
Fortunately, his elder brother told him that if he really couldn't speak, he should just speak in a low voice.
He finished speaking in a hurry and wanted to raise his head, but his eldest brother pulled him back.
Seeing that his elder brother still had his head lowered, he did the same.
But there is one exception, Yuan Zhizhi.
Yuan Zhizhi was held in Gan Tang's arms and knelt down. Gan Tang lowered his head, thinking that his young lady was well-behaved.
What no one knew was that Yuan Zhizhi's big eyes were rolling around, staring at the person sitting in front of her.
By the time Yuan Zhao finished her ceremony, her thoughts were still ringing.
【This is Grandpa Huang! 】
When Yuan Zhao heard Yuan Zhizhi's thoughts, he felt bad.
During this period, Yuan Zhizhi's thoughts were mostly about daily food, drink and fun, and there was nothing about her past life.
But today is not necessarily...
"Grandpa Emperor looks quite respectable! He doesn't seem to be old and blind. Why did he order the death of the Crown Prince?"
Yuan Zhao's heart almost stopped.
What? The Emperor ordered the death of… my brother?
Yuan Zhao broke out in a cold sweat, but the person in charge hadn't said anything, so she didn't dare to look up.
Yuan Zhizhi's inner voice continued to babble.
My uncle, the prince, was also miserable. He put so much effort into investigating witchcraft, but in the end, he was framed and accused of practicing witchcraft.
[The key point is that the Emperor actually believed it. As a result, the Emperor himself was controlled by the witchcraft and realized that the Crown Prince was wrongly accused.]
[Even if I expended my last efforts to establish my cousin Yuan Xuan as the heir, it was already too late. My cousin Yuan Xuan and the royal family's descendants were all killed by witchcraft.]
As the Queen Mother, Wei Jiaojiao and Wei Tianci control the government, leading a life of extravagance and debauchery. Oh no, the Dacheng Empire is over!
…
Yuan Zhao was surprised by these details that she had never heard before, and kept wondering whether her father could hear Zhizhi's thoughts.
What if my father thinks Zhizhi is an evil spirit if he keeps talking like this?
Emperor Xuan, who was sitting at the top, thought at first that his eyesight was blurry, but then he heard the baby voice speaking one sentence at a time like a machine gun.
Even though he was an emperor, he could not bear it.
Yuan Zhizhi's thoughts revealed too much information, all of which were important matters concerning the country.
Emperor Xuan straightened up, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.
Did he really order the crown prince's death? Was he controlled by witchcraft? Did he leave the entire Dacheng Dynasty without a successor and fall into the hands of others?
If this is the case, then all his life's work would be in vain. How could he face his ancestors?
Thinking of this, Emperor Xuan broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to know where the sound came from.
His voice sounded like a little baby, and his eyes met Yuan Zhizhi's.
Those big, clear eyes were clean and clear, without a trace of distracting thoughts.
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