Finally, Kangxi ordered the Grand Minister of the Imperial Guard, along with one minister from each of the left and right wings and ten guards, to escort the princess's coffin back to Beijing.
The Empress Dowager and he still went to the Rehe Imperial Palace and did not return to the capital for the time being.
When Yinzhen, who was in the capital, received this news, his reaction was not much better than that of Kangxi and the Empress Dowager.
Since he and Princess Wenxian both had residences outside the palace, the brother and sister often visited each other.
They were siblings by blood. Princess Wenxian was gentle and generous, and very lovable, which made the siblings even closer.
At this moment, he was suddenly told that his usually healthy and lively sister was lying cold and lifeless in a coffin, and he couldn't accept it.
"Second Brother." Yinzhen's voice was thick with a nasal tone.
Yinzhen was not the only one who came to pick up Princess Wenxian; all of his brothers who were free came as well.
Yinreng patted his shoulder: "Second brother is here."
The Fourteenth Prince is now fourteen years old, and he understands what life and death, separation and parting are.
Princess Wenxian was not only a good younger sister, but also a good older sister to the Fourteenth Prince.
After several years of silence, out of consideration for Yinzhen and Yinzhen, Kangxi still promoted Consort Wuya from Noble Lady to Consort. The title of "Virtue" would never be bestowed upon her, but it was enough to save face for Yinzhen and the others.
"Go see your fourteenth brother." Yinreng, with his sharp eyes, noticed the fourteenth prince's helplessness and sorrow.
Yinzhen turned his head and, sure enough, met the Fourteenth Prince's bewildered and dependent gaze.
"Fourteenth Brother, come with me to see Wen Xian." Yinzhen extended his hand to the Fourteenth Prince.
The Fourteenth Prince hurriedly reached out and grasped Yinzhen's hand.
The boy, barely grown up, still relies on his older brother who can stand on his own.
Perhaps because death came so suddenly, the brothers who had sisters were all dejected and depressed.
As the crown prince, Yinreng had to ensure that Princess Wenxian's funeral was conducted properly.
Shun'an rode his horse at full speed.
He gazed at the coffin placed on the ground and the people standing in front of it.
"Wenxian, I've come to take you home. You're most afraid of the cold and the dark, you must be feeling very uncomfortable right now. Don't worry, your husband will stay by your side." Shun'an Yan dismounted, his steps unsteady, his voice incredibly gentle.
That was his lover, the girl he adored. Even if he died, he would stay with her.
"Shun'an Yan." Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Yinreng quickly woke him up.
A loving marriage is admirable, but the deceased are gone, and the living must live well. If Shun'an Yan's love was so deep that he wanted to die for Princess Wenxian, that would be something no one would want to see.
Shun'an Yan supported the coffin, and even when bowing to Yinreng, his body was pressed against the coffin, as if this would allow him to be closer to Princess Wenxian.
“Your Highness need not worry, this servant will not do anything foolish,” Shunan Yan reassured Yinreng.
Princess Wenxian was not only a royal woman, but also a member of the Tong family.
Since she was already married, the Tong family was still responsible for organizing the funeral. The Imperial Household Department and Yinreng only played a supporting role.
Not long after giving birth, Tong Wanyan, who was not supposed to appear in public, waited for a long time before Yinreng returned.
"I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first," Yinreng called out loudly from afar, stopping Tong Wanyan, who was trying to come and greet him.
After changing and washing himself thoroughly, Yinreng went to Tong Wanyan's room, sat on the chaise lounge, and sighed.
"Xiao Yan, we must both live well. If I must die, I would rather die before you than suffer the pain of separation." Yinreng said wearily.
Tong Wanyan sat down next to him and told him to lie down with his head resting on her lap.
She gently massaged his temples to help him relax.
"I will always stay with you, Master," Tong Wanyan said softly but firmly.
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