Chapter 212 Imperial Tomb

Succession Ceremony.

Her Royal Highness the Princess of Nanzhao has appeared!

Also regained the territory of Nanzhao.

When the people of Nanzhao learned about this, they all ran around telling each other and were overjoyed.

They can finally end their more than ten years of puppetry.

We are no longer citizens threatened by Northern Chu. How can we not be happy?

Yun Zhuan stepped up to the highest point of Nanzhao step by step, and was greeted by his subjects kneeling down:

"I pay my respects to my emperor. Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor!"

The scene was so majestic that everyone in the palace knelt down in unison, kowtowed solemnly and joyfully.

Yun Zhuan stood on a high place, looking at the scene in front of him, with a feeling of unreality all over his body.

It's lonely at the top. It turns out that because of this wish, she will have to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the people of a country and learn how to become an excellent female monarch.

Along the way, too much blood and lives were shed.

"The new emperor has ascended the throne and will grant amnesty to all!"

There are countless people in the market waiting for this opportunity, and now there is not a single drop in the waiting list.

Everyone knows that today is a special day, because Nanzhao is no longer controlled by Northern Chu, and will no longer live a life inferior to that of the people of Northern Chu.

In this way, all businesses returned to the state they were in during Emperor Yun's time.

Yun Yu'an quickly changed her clothes and went to the royal mausoleum, where her most closely related relatives were buried.

Emperor Yun and her husband.

The carriage was moving slowly, but some people could still see the stunning beauty of the woman inside through the curtain blown by the wind.

"Look everyone, this is our new king!" A sharp-eyed merchant woman saw it immediately and hurriedly took the flowers she had just collected.

He bowed towards Yun Ju'an and said, "I have seen the emperor. Long live the emperor!"

After the greetings, she threw all the flowers she had picked toward the driver where Yun Juan was sitting.

Yun Zhuan was also affected by the smell and movement of the flowers. As soon as she opened the curtain, a gorgeous peony flew into her arms from the window.

After taking a closer look, she smiled faintly for a long time:

"Stop the car."

Duhuo didn't understand what he meant: "Don't come out. It would be bad if you get hurt by the flowers."

There are thousands of flowers for thousands of people, and it hurts if one is hit!

Yun Yu'an did not listen to her and got out of the carriage directly and stood on the footboard.

She was wearing a simple and elegant brocade dress with only a white chrysanthemum pinned on her head.

The whole person seems to be otherworldly, independent and extremely elegant.

All the people looked over when they saw someone coming out. With just one glance, they were sure that the person they saw was the queen whom they, the people of Nanzhao, would serve for the rest of their lives.

It can pull all the people out of the quagmire of inferiority and become their new hope and faith.

"I have seen your majesty. Long live your majesty."

Everyone knelt before Yun Zhuan without any prior arrangement. The entire street was packed with people kneeling down.

Yun Zhuan said softly:

"It is a blessing for Nanzhao and for me to have people like you."

"Everyone please stand up."

Yun Zhuan showed a long-lost smile to her people:

"I want to go to the Nanzhao Imperial Mausoleum. Could you please make way for me?"

Sure enough, everyone made way to make a path for Yun Juan and her carriage.

Yun Zhuan bowed slightly to show his gratitude, and then got into the carriage.

"Drive!" Duhuo drove the carriage, and the carriage moved slowly.

From behind came the cheers of the people: "Nanzhao!"

"Nanzhao!"

"Nanzhao!"

It had been a long time, but Yun Zhuan's nose still seemed to be filled with the lingering fragrance of the flower arrangement.

The imperial mausoleum is quite old, and the people guarding it have been replaced by one group after another over the years. Yun Ju'an looked at the road in front of him and it didn't look like it was overgrown with weeds at all.

It looks like it has been carefully taken care of.

Yun Zhuan's steps were a little shaky, but he walked to the end without noticing any difference.

The two women guarding the gate were both strong and sturdy. When they saw Yun Ju'an coming, they knelt on one knee and said:

"I have met the new emperor. Long live the new emperor."

Yun Juan waved his hand and asked several people to stand up:

"Has anyone else been here while I was away?"

The women looked at each other, as if they had something to hide. Finally, the woman in the lead spoke:

"Seven days ago? Mr. Bai had been here before. He repaired the entire mausoleum by himself. Then he burned incense with Emperor Yun and several former emperors, drank two glasses of wine with Lady Tai, and then left."

Yun Zhuan was slightly stunned: "What's your name?"

"I am Changchun." The woman named Changchun also introduced her other sisters to Yun Zhuan, "This one is Changxia, this one is Changqiu, and this one is Changdong."

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year, they guard this imperial tomb.

Yun Zhuan said with great satisfaction:

"You have taken good care of the mausoleum. Reward!"

Changchun Road:

"Emperor Yun left something for you. Can you come over with me now?"

Yun Zhuan was a little surprised. She had never thought that her mother, whom she had never met, would leave her something.

It seems a little quiet.

When Yun Zhuan came to his senses, he subconsciously tucked his hair, which had been blown a little messy by the wind, behind his ears:

"Lead the way."

The other three women stayed there, and Changchun took Yun Zhuan inside.

Yun Zhuan had always thought that the mausoleum was a mysterious, solemn and dignified scene, but when he entered, he found it was like a paradise.

"The Nanzhao imperial mausoleum has formations and mechanisms, but your bloodline can ignore them." Changchun introduced, "Your mother is in a few places here."

There are many white doors with a special symbol on them.

There are different trees planted in front of each door.

Changchun looked at where Yun Zhuan was looking and explained:

"All the trees planted are trees that were once loved by the previous female monarchs. The flowers and fruits that grow every year are used to pay tribute to the corresponding female monarchs."

Yun Zhuan nodded. So that's how it is.

Changchun brought her to the crabapple tree:

"This seems to be Emperor Yun's favorite flower, so every year the flowers that fall from this tree are blown away by the wind as a memorial."

Changchun seemed very grateful.

Nanzhao did not exist for very long, and there were no more than five generations of kings left. With Nan Wu, he was the sixth generation, and with Yun Zhuan, he was the seventh generation.

It’s just that this place does have good feng shui.

Changchun carefully held up Yun Zhuan's hand and said:

"Your Majesty, I am offended."

As he spoke, he took a needle and drew a drop of blood from Yun Zhuan's index finger, then pressed it on the stone door.

In the blink of an eye, the crabapple flowers on the stone gate were filled with color.

For some unknown reason, the stone door actually opened.

Yun Zhuan's eyes slowly widened.

(End of this chapter)