Chapter 212 Who do you think is left?
Just as the letter sent by Azan left, Xie Zhaohe died.
The whole country was in grief and a grand funeral was held in the palace.
Xie Zhaohe did not build a mausoleum for herself during her lifetime, so she was buried according to the rituals for an eldest princess. The Imperial Household Department was familiar with the process and handled it quickly.
However, after Xie Zhaohe's death, there were still many Yuan'an party members in the court. They said that Princess Yuan'an had devoted herself to the government and worked hard for several months, and the burial ceremony should not be hastily handled.
The memorials from the court officials were submitted to the higher authorities, but now that the imperial seal had been handed over to the Empress Dowager, whether it could be carried out depended on the Empress Dowager's words.
After all, Xie Zhaohe was the biological daughter of the Empress Dowager. Moreover, during the period when Xie Zhaohe was in charge of the government, Dayin was indeed much more stable.
She couldn't refuse such a request.
In addition, the Empress Dowager asked her younger brother Xie Chengyan to send Xie Zhaohe to the imperial mausoleum outside Beijing.
The wind was strong on the way to the outskirts of Beijing, blowing on the face like tiny blades. Xie Chengyan stood beside the stele and watched the craftsmen push the last sealing stone into the tomb passage.
Xie Zhaohe's coffin was placed in the mausoleum.
"Another person died in the Heavenly Family."
He Qiumao's voice drifted over on the wind. Xie Chengyan glanced over and saw that his face under his mink hat was red from the cold. The white mist he exhaled as he spoke quickly dissipated.
The chief steward of internal affairs was, after all, a servant in the palace, yet he dared to comment on the affairs of the royal family.
Xie Chengyan laughed silently and said nothing.
"Last year, the late emperor was buried along this same road. Time flies." He Qiumao's boots crunched through the snow, making a crunching sound. "It rained heavily that day, and many of the coffin bearers slipped as they entered the mountain."
He Qiumao was staring at the stone statue in the distance, lost in thought, with indelible fatigue embedded in his wrinkles.
"Manager He has a good memory." Xie Chengyan chuckled, "But I wonder who you'll be sending off next time we take this route?"
There was no one around, and the nearest guards were more than ten feet away, so he dared to test He Qiumao in this way.
He Qiumao paused, but he still maintained his composure and said, "Your Highness, please be careful with your words. Life and death are determined by fate..."
Xie Chengyan sneered and interrupted him, "I don't believe in fate. Who will die next in the Tian family depends on who the Xu family attacks, right?"
His tone was flat, just like he usually spoke.
"Now that my second brother has been won over by the Xu family, and A Yuan has no official position in the palace, she doesn't take him seriously. Who do you think is left?"
The wind suddenly grew stronger, and Xie Chengyan's words left He Qiumao bewildered. He thought he had disguised himself well around Xie Chengyan, but why did these words seem...
Are you warning him?
"Manager He." Xie Chengyan suddenly called him, "I'm not a kind-hearted person. You know the consequences of betraying me."
He Qiumao's pupils contracted violently.
In the year when Xie Chengyan was guarding Jinling City, a spy appeared in the army. In the end, Xie Chengyan dealt with the spy personally. At that time, He Qiumao was already following Xie Chengyan.
It can only be said that the punishments of the Eastern Depot are not as good as those of Xie Chengyan.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by a gust of wind. Xie Chengyan ignored him and rode away, his dark cloak fluttering like crow's wings in the snow.
He Qiumao stood alone under the stele pavilion. He looked at Xie Chengyan's back, then turned back to look at the newly erected tombstone. He suddenly felt that the brother and sister were really alike, not only in appearance, but also in the oppressive feeling when questioning people.
From a distance came the drawn-out chanting of the ceremonial officer: "Seal the mausoleum..."
All the officials slowly knelt down and saluted. He Qiumao knelt on one side. The moment his forehead touched the cold snow, he remembered the words of the Empress Dowager.
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