At this point, Song Ye closed his mouth, looked at her for a long time, sighed, and said, "Blame me for being too talkative. Being buried with the deceased is the rule, and no one can change it. It's just that I can't accept it for the time being."
Xie Shizhu took out a handkerchief and wiped away her tears. The two had been through life and death together, and they could be considered to have a revolutionary friendship.
She said without hesitation, "I'll find a way."
Song Ye lowered his eyes and looked at her fingertips wiping his tears, slightly startled, then raised his eyes to look at Xie Shizhu, a throbbing flash in his eyes.
"No need, you are a woman like me and you don't have any say."
As soon as Song Ye finished speaking, Xie Shizhu suddenly realized this problem.
Just as Xie Shizhu was about to say something, she saw Song Yan and Qi Zian slowly appearing from not far away, and she immediately shut her mouth.
Song Ye also hurriedly saluted again, as if he had just met Xie Shizhu.
Xie Shizhu helped her up in front of Song Yan and gestured slowly, "Princess, there's no need to be so polite."
Song Yan was now standing behind her, and the herbal scent on his body was now very faint.
It seems that he no longer has to lie to ascend to the throne, but the smell of medicine on his body cannot be completely eliminated for the time being.
His tone was very soft: "Queen, I heard that your sister Xie Xi was coming to Yanguo to reminisce with you, so I specially arranged a place for her to stay in the palace."
The corner of Xie Shizhu's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought, why is this girl here again?
"Your Majesty, I thank you," Xie Shizhu thanked him in sign language and bowed.
Song Yan's thin lips curled slightly: "You are my queen now, your business is my business."
His words made Xie Shizhu stunned. He suddenly didn't know whether Song Yan was sincere or just pretending in front of the two of them.
Qi Zi'an beside him bowed slightly to Xie Shizhu, and then Song Yan and Qi Zi'an left her sight on the pretext of handling official business.
As soon as they left, Xie Shizhu's eyes became more confused.
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Tonight it is not Song Yan who is keeping vigil, but Song Ye.
Song Ye didn't have much affection for her father. Although she was favored, her mother was forgotten in the palace.
Feeling depressed all day long.
Song Ye felt very distressed when he saw this.
While others were kneeling on the ground while keeping vigil, Song Ye was lying on the ground, holding the snacks presented to the late emperor in his hand, and he took a bite slowly.
Suddenly, Song Ye heard a cooing sound.
She hurriedly stood up, stuffed the remaining snack in her hand into her mouth, and patted the crumbs from her hands.
Then, a pigeon appeared in her sight.
The pigeon's feathers are snow-white and very beautiful.
Song Ye was stunned. When did someone in the palace start raising pigeons?
While she was wondering, the pigeon fluttered twice and flew away quickly from her sight.
When Song Ye wanted to chase him, his foot was tripped by the candlestick on the ground and he fell to the ground.
When the candlestick fell, the candle rolled down and burned the cloth covering the coffin.
Song Ye was stunned and quickly found a way to pull the cloth off the coffin and threw it on the open space.
Seeing the cloth burned to ashes on the ground, Song Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
She also found that there was no cloth covering the coffin, and the lid seemed to be completely closed, leaving a gap.
After seeing this, Song Ye tried to close the coffin lid, which had a small gap. When her hand touched the coffin, a voice sounded from behind her, low and gentle: "What are you doing here?"
Song Ye was startled and quickly moved her hand away. When she heard it was Song Yan, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Because Song Yan was gentle and had no temper, he would not get angry even though he knew that she had made a mess of the late emperor's mourning hall.
She quickly said, "Brother, I just accidentally tripped over the candlestick while chasing a pigeon, and then accidentally burned the cloth covering my father's coffin..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of coldness flashed across Song Yan's eyes, which quickly disappeared. He said softly with his thin lips, "It's okay. I'll have someone tidy up this place. You can leave first."
A smile appeared on Song Ye's face.
It was great that she didn't have to keep vigil. She nodded quickly, forgetting to greet Song Yan again, and left briskly.
As soon as she left, Song Yan's gentle face instantly turned cold.
He walked over to the coffin and opened it with a gentle push.
The late emperor was lying inside, and his face was blue, which showed that he did not die of natural causes, but was poisoned.
There is also a will placed on the chest of the late emperor.
Song Yan narrowed his eyes and stared at the will for a few seconds, then closed the coffin again.
This will is the true imperial edict of the late emperor.
The name written on the will was Song Wenyan.
Some time ago, he had already started to formulate a plan. Qi Zian was his man, but everyone thought he was the prince's subordinate and was very confident in him.
Qi Zian was the Left Censor-in-Chief at a young age and was deeply trusted by the late emperor.
On the prince's birthday, he asked Qi Zi'an to poison the emperor's wine, and before the emperor's death, he lied to him that there was an antidote for the poison, and as long as he changed the will to Song Yan's name, the antidote would be given to him.
The emperor had no choice but to believe it.
But after he rewrote the will, Qi Zian watched him die of poisoning.
This cup of poisonous wine is colorless and tasteless. Once drunk, the toxic effect will first spread from the internal organs, and only after a few days will there be any abnormal symptoms. By that time, it is already incurable.
Moreover, the imperial physician could not find out that it was poisoning and just thought that it was an incurable disease.
These were all within Song Yan's expectations; sitting on the throne was his goal.
But there was one thing that was beyond his expectations.
It’s Xie Shizhu, only she is different from others.
Song Yan felt that he would never fall in love with someone in his life, but after spending time with her day and night, his heart would always beat wildly whenever he saw the woman's smile.
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