Xiahou Chongyuan could feel the gazes of the officials on him, but he didn't care.

He sat in the wheelchair with a calm face and let Xia Houle push him to the mourning hall.

Because of Song Qingxue's appearance, there was a commotion in Anding Hou's Mansion, which wasted a lot of time.

Seeing that it was getting late, it was time to seal the coffin and set off.

"Ah! Sister, sister!" The wailing in front of the mourning hall became louder and louder, infecting everyone in the hall with a depressed mood.

"Xin'er!" A mournful cry came from outside the mourning hall.

Madam Hou ran in with her face covered with a handkerchief and went straight to Mo Weixin's coffin.

“Xin’er! I’m useless as a mother. I can’t avenge you! I’m useless as a mother! Wuuuuu——”

The master who was sealing the coffin looked outside at the sky and said with a worried look on his face, "Madam, it's time to seal the coffin. Please put your hands down and don't delay the time."

However, Madam Hou clung to the edge of the coffin tightly, staring at Mo Weixin's lifeless face, and refused to let go no matter what.

"No, the coffin cannot be sealed!" Madam Hou cried bitterly. She stretched out her hand to push away the people who were sealing the coffin one by one, and then used her body to block Mo Weixin's coffin.

"You can't seal it! You can't seal it! Xin'er's murderer has not yet been brought to justice, how can she rest in peace? You can't seal the coffin!"

She kept saying that the coffin could not be sealed, but the time of sealing the coffin and the time of burial were extremely important. How could she not seal it just because she said it could not be sealed?

Marquis Anding took two steps forward and shouted, "Someone! Pull the lady away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards from the Hou Mansion came up to grab her.

"My Lord, My Lord! Xin'er will die with her eyes open! My Lord..." The Marquis's wife yelled at the top of her lungs, but no one paid any attention to her.

She was dragged aside and watched as the coffin was closed and then nailed down.

After the coffin was sealed, hemp ropes were tied on it and then several people lifted it up together.

The time has come, it's time to set off.

All the concubines and young ladies in the Hou Mansion were dressed in plain linen and wore white scarves, and followed the coffin out.

Only the Marquis' wife was held back by the guards and was not even allowed to leave.

She couldn't struggle free and could only stretch out her hands and try to pull forward, calling out Xin'er in a loud voice.

"Xin'er! My Xin'er..."

The coffin was carried out of the mourning hall, turned the corner, and disappeared from the sight of the marquis's wife.

She shouted for a long time but no one answered, and finally she fainted.

It's finally quiet.

Xiahou Chongyuan looked back at Madam Hou who was lying in the mourning hall, and then followed her to the funeral.

The paper money for the dead was scattered along the way along with the funeral procession. The sun was about to set, and there were only a few pedestrians on the usually busy street, but they stayed away after seeing the funeral procession.

Xiahou Chongyuan followed the funeral procession, but he didn't notice anything until the coffin was carried into the mausoleum and the entrance was sealed.

He placed his hands lightly on the handles on both sides of the wheelchair, his eyes fixed on the tombstone engraved with "Tomb of Princess Mo Weixin of Changle", feeling a little confused.

Could it be that he had misjudged? Was Mo Weixin really dead?

As he was doubting, he suddenly saw Xiahou Chun and Zhao Wanqiu standing at the other end.

"Le'er, did you see when they came?" he asked in a low voice, leaning back in his chair.

Xiahou Le followed his gaze and immediately replied, "No, uncle, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Xiahou Chongyuan withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.

Although Xiahou Chun and his wife had many interactions with Mo Weixin in private, he had never heard of any interactions between them and Marquis Anding in public.

Moreover, after he forcibly suppressed the power of Marquis Anding, he never went to court again. It is obviously unreasonable to say that the two became familiar with each other in the court.

The two parties were not very familiar with each other, but Xiahou Chun and Zhao Wanqiu came to the funeral with expressions on their faces as if their sister had died, which was really too abrupt.

There must be something fishy going on between these two people!

When Xiahou Chongyuan thought of this, he called Liu Yue to his ear and said to her, "Send two people to keep an eye on them immediately, and send a few secret guards to guard the mausoleum. If there is any unusual movement, report to me immediately."

"yes."

Liu Yue took the order and left quietly.

Xiahou Le turned around and found that Liu Yue was gone.

"There are really hidden talents in the Emperor's uncle's mansion. Even a little maid has such great abilities!"

Xiahou Chongyuan smiled when he heard this, but did not look back at him. "Your Majesty, there is no need to be so sarcastic. As a monarch, you still need to open your eyes."

"Uncle, I'm not being sarcastic." Xiahou Le said this with a guilty conscience.

It wasn't because what he said was really sarcastic, but he remembered that he had doubted Xiahou Chongyuan before because of the rumors in the capital.

It was obvious that the emperor's uncle was wholeheartedly caring about him, but he believed the rumors. Fortunately, he woke up early, otherwise he would have done what the person behind the rumors wanted.

only……

Xiahou Le couldn't help but look at Xiahou Chun again.

Is it really the third brother?

Although the emperor's uncle did not directly say who that person was, every hint he gave pointed to him.

He was staring at Xiahou Chun in a trance, but unexpectedly the other party turned back suddenly, and the two pairs of eyes met from a distance.

Then, Xiahou Chun smiled at him. Although his smile looked simple and honest, it gave Xiahou Le a feeling of being seen through, and he was so shocked that he quickly looked away.

"Useless." Xiahou Chongyuan scolded lightly, his tone sounding a little disappointed.

"Ah? Uncle..."

"I'm talking about you."

Xiahou Chongyuan naturally noticed the look Xiahou Chun just gave him. He seemed honest on the surface, but he was actually extremely hypocritical!

But Xiahou Le didn't dare to look directly at him.

As an emperor, he indeed has a lot to learn.

Xiahou Chongyuan thought about it, sighed and said: "Le'er, you are already sixteen years old, it's time for you to act like an emperor."

Xiahou Le didn't say anything. In fact, he never really understood what an emperor looked like.

Like father?

He was still very young when his father passed away. In his memory, his father was gentle and loving.

He had never seen his father in court, he only remembered that his father always liked to go to Chang'an Palace. Whenever he saw him, he would pick him up and then take out many strange toys to amuse him like a magic trick.

He knew that he was indeed unqualified to be a king.

Because there was always someone to protect him from the wind and rain, he had always lived under the protection of his father and uncle, like a flower grown in a greenhouse.

But the emperor’s uncle never said this before. What does he mean by saying this now?

"Uncle, what's going to happen in the court?"

"What can happen? You are an emperor, so you should act like an emperor." However, Xiahou Le was not wrong in his guess. But this time, he did not intend to let Xiahou Le continue to hide in the safe area.

As an emperor, at this age, he really should grow up.

Xiahou Le was silent. What he lacked was the ability to handle major matters on his own, not that he was brainless. He could see that since the emperor's uncle came back from Xunnan, he had been intentionally throwing all the big and small matters of the court to him.

Although I still help him most of the time, I will never allow him to slack off or take naps again.

After he got into trouble, he didn't even go to court. When memorials were sent to the Regent's Palace, he ignored simple ones, and only pointed out a few key points for the more difficult ones. He didn't just process them and send them back.

He needs to become a real emperor, but if everything is fine in the court, the emperor's uncle will not give up power so suddenly.

Although the current situation in the court is not obvious on the surface, in fact, many forces under the emperor's uncle have been transferred to his hands.