Chapter 389: Even Sadder Than the Prince
Lu Xueyin also heard the voice. She raised her head with a determined look in her eyes. This was the end, but also the beginning.
The news of His Majesty's death quickly spread throughout the palace.
Concubine Lan was in her bedroom and was stunned when she heard the eunuch's voice outside.
"Dead...How could he die?" Concubine Lan murmured to herself.
Emperor Qianyuan had been pretending to be sick. She always thought he was in good health, but how could he die suddenly?
Concubine Lan suddenly remembered the last time she saw Emperor Qianyuan. That was when the Fourth Prince was escorted to Beijing. She learned the news that the Crown Prince wanted to kill the Fourth Prince, and she could not sit still.
She went to great lengths to finally meet the prince. She looked at the woman's son and felt extremely angry, but she could only lower her head and ask him to let her son go.
The young prince looked arrogant and said, "Who are you to ask for anything from me? You should understand that I am the one who wants him dead the most."
Later, she exchanged the information about Emperor Qianyuan's private soldiers for an opportunity.
She had been with Emperor Qianyuan for so many years that she knew more or less what he had done. She knew that Emperor Qianyuan had used the money from his private treasury to build an army of his own. Over the years, he had been wary of the Duke of Zhenguo and did not want to be controlled by others.
The prince said calmly, "Then go and persuade him."
Then the prince took her to meet Emperor Qianyuan. They had not seen each other for a long time.
Concubine Lan looked at the aged Emperor Qianyuan and her eyes became sore, then she started to cry. These tears were mostly calculated, because she knew too well what he would do to her, and she softened her heart.
"Your Majesty, how come you... look so old?" Concubine Lan said with a heartbroken look on her face. "Didn't they take good care of you? Were these people not serving you wholeheartedly? How could His Royal Highness treat you this way?"
Emperor Qianyuan looked at her with a complicated expression. He asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Concubine Lan's expression froze. It turned out that he had always been able to see through her little tricks, but was always willing to indulge her.
Concubine Lan whispered, "Your Majesty, please, save Cheng'er." She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. This time, her words were more sincere. "Please, save him. He's been imprisoned in the Sky Prison. He's been raised in luxury. How can he endure such suffering? What's more... the Crown Prince is trying to find evidence against him and put him to death. No one else can save him except you."
Emperor Qianyuan looked at her with a cold expression: "I am only an emperor in name only now, what else can I do?"
Concubine Lan gritted her teeth and said, "Your Majesty, you still have an army at your disposal. If you are willing to hand him over to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he will definitely let Cheng'er go... Now, our opponent is not the Crown Prince, but Lu Xueyin. Your Majesty, are you really willing to let your kingdom change hands?"
Concubine Lan truly understood Emperor Qianyuan best, knowing what he cared about most. If she were to save the Fourth Prince, Emperor Qianyuan would certainly not agree, but he would certainly agree to save the country he cared about most.
Concubine Lan planned everything very well and understood Emperor Qianyuan's thoughts thoroughly.
But Emperor Qianyuan was very calm, just looking at her, as if all the love and hatred in the past had disappeared.
Concubine Lan was shocked and didn't know what she had said wrong.
After a long moment, Emperor Qianyuan's voice rang out, "That was my last trump card. I had originally wanted to use it to save our lives, but now... you've told him." He took a deep breath, "If you want to save him, I promise. But I have no other choice as to how he will treat you in the future."
Emperor Qianyuan closed his eyes after he finished speaking, and he seemed to be deflated.
Concubine Lan was stunned. She lowered her head and tears fell on the back of her hand, burning her whole body.
He finally compromised because he couldn't bear to leave their son.
The prince soon learned about their conversation. He stood there quietly for a long time, his mind blank.
He had already seen how Emperor Qianyuan compromised for Li Cheng and softened his heart for that woman. So the little bit of tenderness he showed before his death could not move him.
Concubine Lan sat quietly for a long while, only to feel her face go cold, and then she realized that she was already in tears.
The man who had loved her all her life was dead. They had been entangled for a lifetime, loving, hating, and resenting each other. Now that he had ended it all with his death, she was heartbroken.
This Spring Festival became a little lonely because of the death of Emperor Qianyuan. Every household took down their red lanterns and the whole country was in mourning.
The emperor had passed away, and the crown prince had been appointed long ago. It was only natural that he should ascend the throne. But the strange thing was that no one in the court, whether civil or military, took any action to arrange this matter.
Everyone's attention was focused on Emperor Qianyuan's funeral. Everyone was very interested in Emperor Qianyuan's funeral and felt extremely sad for his death. Everyone was immersed in sadness.
Each of them cried even more sadly than the prince, with sorrowful expressions on their faces.
The prince: “…”
I don’t know whose father this is.
The Crown Prince personally presided over Emperor Qianyuan's funeral, as it was only natural. All the procedures and funeral supplies had already been planned. Emperor Qianyuan had been ill for several years, and the entire court, both civil and military, had made preparations. In fact, everything had been prepared long before.
However, the Minister of Rites was still several days late in submitting the memorial on funeral arrangements, and only after some revisions was it submitted.
The original funeral specifications were reduced by two-thirds.
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