In the blink of an eye, two days later, it was Qingming Festival.

Today, the weather is gloomy and drizzling.

For thousands of years, the traditional customs that have been passed down are that it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people worship their ancestors and remember the deceased. People in every household burn paper money, prepare tributes, and miss their deceased relatives.

The royal family held sacrifices in the imperial mausoleum.

This year's Qingming Festival was prepared by Prince Li because the position of Crown Prince was vacant.

The ceremonial guards, procedures, and deployment of guards to ensure safety, from the big things like royal ceremony to the small things like cleaning tributes, every single thing was handled personally by Prince Li.

Qin Ye was wearing plain clothes with light bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on them. If you didn't look closely, it would be hard to see that the plain and elegant clothes exuded a graceful temperament.

Take a horse-drawn carriage directly to the imperial tomb.

When they arrived, all the civil and military officials were present, including the emperor, and the sacrificial ceremony was about to begin.

Not far away, a dozen officials surrounded Prince Li and kept flattering him:

"Your Highness Prince Li has arranged the sacrificial ritual process very well, and it is more than twice as good as last year's... eldest prince."

"Yes, you are very capable, mature and steady, and the emperor values ​​you very much. You have a bright future ahead of you."

"I am willing to serve His Majesty Prince Li at my utmost..."

They patted the horses with smiles on their faces.

In the court, many people have secretly believed that the emperor asking Prince Li to arrange the Qingming Festival ancestor worship is equivalent to recognizing Prince Li's identity, and they are afraid that he will be made the crown prince.

Many officials have already joined King Li's team.

Zong Zhengli had a calm expression. His slender figure looked elegant and handsome under the white robe, and his speech was refined.

I raised my eyes inadvertently and saw Qin Ye getting off the carriage.

Instantly, his eyes deepened.

He said a few words casually, sent away the officials around him, and strode towards Qin Ye.

Before he got close, Zong Zhengchen jumped down from the carriage and landed steadily. He raised his hands and circled Qin Ye's plump waist, slightly supporting her heavy body, and whispered:

"The process is quite long. If you feel tired, just go to the side and take a rest."

"The Qingming Festival only comes once a year. If I still sit here, what's the point? Let's go. I can hold on."

"Do you know what it means that a mother is honored by her son?"

"Um?"

He bit her ear and said, "Even if you are pregnant, you can use your son as a threat to control the princes. Make good use of your privilege of being pregnant. Don't waste it."

The belly is big.

As long as she asked, even if she wanted to go back home and take a nap, the emperor would definitely agree.

Qin Ye: “…”

Using your son to control the princes?

Is this how the word is used?

Are you sure you didn't mean to teach her bad things?

Qin Ye rolled his eyes at him, then raised his elbow and poked him in the stomach with amusement and anger, then strode towards the crowded place.

Zong Zhengchen quickly chased after her, approached her with a smile, and started biting her ear again.

The two of them were wearing the same plain clothes, which were couple outfits. Their figures standing close to each other, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat, looked extremely harmonious.

They passed by King Li without even noticing him, and were talking in whispers with great interest.

Zong Zhengli stood there stiffly, with many words stuck in his throat, but at this moment, he could not say anything.

Once upon a time, they could talk about anything and were more than friends but less than lovers.

Now, we are strangers...

He slowly clenched his hands hanging at his sides, his Adam's apple rolled up and down secretly, and he had to swallow back the words he hadn't had time to say.

He wanted to tell her that it was Qin Jiaojiao who tried to harm her with the lubricant and he didn't know about it.

He wanted to tell her that he could hurt anyone in the world but would never touch a hair on her.

Want to tell her that he likes her...