Chapter 145
Song Xuan led Xiao Yanqing into the house. Because of the dust, the whole room looked gray and gloomy.
As soon as Xiao Qingyan entered the room, she began to inspect the room with a serious expression.
Song Xuan then went to the dusty dressing table, where a makeup box was still placed. He pulled out the small drawer of the makeup box, inside were the rouge and other items that Shen Qingnian used before her marriage.
At this moment, Xiao Yanqing's childish yet serious voice rang out: "There are so many things in this cabinet, are all these the Empress Dowager's?"
He opened a cabinet, which was filled with exquisite brocade boxes, some of which had never been opened.
Xia Zi, who was following behind Xiao Yanqing, widened her eyes in surprise and disbelief.
Upon hearing Xiao Yanqing's voice, Song Xuan went to the cabinet. When he saw what was inside, he gasped for breath.
The items in this cabinet were all gifts he gave to Qingnian before they got married. He personally selected each of these brocade boxes and even personally put the gifts into the boxes and sealed them.
He specially covered each brocade box with jasmine-patterned Xuan paper, so that once opened, it could not be restored.
Song Xuan's emotions surged, and after trying his best to suppress them, he finally raised his hand and picked up the top brocade box.
The jasmine-patterned Xuan paper on the outside of the brocade box was intact.
It's clear that the person who received it never opened it...
Song Xuan's breathing became rapid, and he felt a burning pain in his heart. He raised his hand and picked up another brocade box, the jasmine-patterned Xuan paper still intact.
They took out another one, and it was the same.
Song Xuan's hands trembled slightly as he took out one brocade box after another from the cabinet. There were a total of thirty-two brocade boxes, none of which had been opened.
Xia Zi was shocked and bewildered, and he instinctively pulled Xiao Yanqing into his arms.
The jasmine-patterned Xuan paper on the brocade box was all pasted on by His Majesty under his own eyes, and the Empress also said that she liked it very much after receiving it.
If she likes it, why doesn't Her Majesty open the brocade box?
And why deceive His Majesty...?
Xia Zi became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it, and he couldn't help but hug Xiao Qing Yan and take a few steps back.
Xiao Yanqing felt that his father's face was getting worse and worse, until it was almost frozen solid. He swallowed hard and dared not make a sound.
At this moment, Xia Zi saw Shen Zheng walking towards them from afar outside. He gritted his teeth and whispered to Song Xuan, "Your Majesty, it is Prime Minister Shen who is coming this way."
He guessed that this matter was of great importance and that His Majesty did not want Prime Minister Shen to know about it.
Upon hearing this, Song Xuan quickly put the brocade box back into the cabinet.
At this moment, Shen Zheng hurriedly entered, lifting the hem of his robe. His eyes flashed with panic, and he quickly knelt down to pay his respects: "Your Majesty."
Song Xuan's deep eyes swept over Shen Zheng inch by inch, his tone cold: "Today is the Empress's birthday, but I didn't expect that the Prime Minister Shen's mansion would be filled with singing and dancing. Could it be that his love for his daughter in the past was all an act?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Zheng felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly explained, "Your Majesty, when the Empress was alive, she loved lively celebrations. Every year on her birthday, I would invite actors from the capital to her residence to sing for her."
Therefore, even after Her Majesty the Empress's passing, I still invited actors to the palace, hoping to liven things up for her.
He was just spouting nonsense. How could he possibly remember Shen Qingnian's birthday? He was just out today because he had some free time and wanted to watch the singing and dancing of the famous courtesans in the capital.
Upon hearing this, Song Xuan sneered, his expression enigmatic, and said, "Prime Minister Shen has truly gone to great lengths. It is the Empress's birthday, yet he has not even cleaned the boudoir she once lived in. It is I who rashly went there and disrupted Prime Minister Shen's good deed!"
When I passed through the courtyard just now, the actor was clearly not singing opera, but rather the decadent music of a brothel.
"I find it hard to accept the sudden passing of Her Majesty the Empress, so I have no choice but to order that Her Majesty's private quarters be sealed up."
"Leave everything untouched, so that I may preserve my thoughts and feel better," Shen Zheng explained, kneeling down with a face full of grief.
At this moment, the butler who had been standing at the back stepped forward, knelt down, and began to slap himself hard.
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