Ye Zhao didn't care about these rumors at all. As long as Wan Ge could be with her.
Having such a bad reputation is actually better, as it will deter others from sending their daughters to the imperial harem. Otherwise, people will say that some official knowingly pushed his daughter into a pit of fire.
This will reduce the likelihood of a greater possibility.
But where is his little Ge'er now?
…
On the first morning court session after Ye Zhao returned to the palace, all the ministers pleaded with Ye Zhao to allow the Empress to be laid to rest.
His Majesty burned the Empress's body, and now her remains are in an urn. When does His Majesty plan to bury her?
"Who should we bury?" Ye Zhao propped his head up with one hand, his eyes fixed on the young marquis.
Marquis Jing'an did not attend court, citing illness due to excessive grief over the loss of his daughter, but the young marquis could not escape it.
Ye Zhao's gaze sent chills down the young marquis's spine. Why did His Majesty's question make him feel as if His Majesty knew something? Impossible!
How could His Majesty possibly know when I've done such a good job? It can't be, right?
The other ministers, who were unaware of the reason, immediately replied, "Of course it's Her Majesty the Empress."
Ye Zhao snorted coldly: "I said, she is not the Empress."
The ministers exchanged glances, then remained silent, secretly thinking that the emperor had truly gone mad and refused to accept reality.
The issue of burial and proper burial was ultimately not resolved.
…
As Ye Zhao was heading to the Empress's palace, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence.
The next second, he was grabbed by a man in black and dragged to a corner, a sword pressed against his neck: "Release Mu Qingzhou."
Ye Zhao showed no fear on his face. The guards around him also sensed the danger, but Ye Zhao did something that they all understood.
Ye Zhao told them not to move and not to make a move.
"Why? You care about him a lot? You want to save him? You even exposed yourself to save him."
Ye Zhao grabbed Wan Ge's shoulders with both hands and looked directly into his eyes: "I never knew that my Empress was so skilled that she could infiltrate the palace all by herself."
Wan Ge was surprised for a moment, but then she thought it wasn't surprising at all, and pulled down her veil: "I told you I don't like him."
"So what are you doing now?"
"I thought you didn't recognize that it wasn't me. I don't know how to get back to you."
"So you want to use the current method? No, you don't. You just want to save Mu Qingzhou. He wants to kill the emperor, he wants to kill me, and Xiao Ge'er actually wants to save him."
Ye Zhao gripped her shoulder even tighter until Wan Ge gasped in pain, and Ye Zhao saw the blood streaming down her shoulder. Only then did he immediately let go.
"Are you injured?"
Looking at the other person, Wan Ge still cared about her so much. No matter what, her first reaction was always to ask about her injuries: "The injuries you sustained when you fell off the cliff."
Ye Zhao remained silent.
Wan Ge spoke again: "I didn't do the assassin thing, it's true that I fell off the cliff, it's true that I didn't want to leave you, and I'll explain about the double."
"Then explain."
Wan Ge looked at him and slowly said, "When I first entered the palace, I was very scared, so I wanted to leave you, but I couldn't just leave directly, so I came up with this method."
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