King Xiang got the answer, a very absurd yet very real answer.

The knot that had been in my heart for many years was finally let go, but not completely.

At night, everyone knelt in front of the coffin according to their status to keep vigil for the emperor.

The eldest son and the queen knelt in the front, followed closely by Prince Xiang and the Ninth Prince.

The Empress was the youngest and was favored. But she was only eleven years old and had no power in the court. The Empress's father was only a senior official, who had retired long ago and was of no help.

Therefore, even though he was the legitimate son, he was unable to compete for the throne.

Behind the princes and princesses are the prime minister and other meritorious ministers.

Originally, Ye Qingwan was supposed to kneel with her father, but somehow she was arranged to sit next to the old tutor. The old tutor secretly stuffed two thick cushions on her knees while she was not paying attention.

Ye Qingwan looked at him in a panic and whispered, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

If someone saw him, he would probably be beheaded.

However, Liu Sheng smiled and made a hushing gesture, asking her not to make any noise, and then he knelt upright.

Ye Qingwan glanced at his knees. There were no pads on them, and he was just kneeling there.

After a night, the funeral hall was peaceful and calm.

Ye Qingwan's knees were numb from kneeling, but she didn't dare to move. Her stomach was rumbling, and not just hers, but everyone else's.

They endured it until noon, when the eldest son was the first to be unable to bear it. His body swayed and he almost fainted. The King of Xiang carried him back.

The legitimate son managed to stand firm, turned his head slightly and said to King Xiang: "Thank you, big brother."

The queen quickly supported him and secretly gave him some food.

After stuffing it in, he probably felt bad, so he secretly stuffed some for the Xiang Wang and the Jiu Wang behind him. But the two of them didn't even look at it, and still knelt straight.

The Queen wanted to give some advice: "Father knows your filial piety, but you just finished the battle, eat something, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it."

"Queen Mother, please eat with Nineteenth Brother. Nineteenth Brother is still young and has never suffered since childhood. It is only right for him to eat a little."

After the Ninth Prince said so, the Queen couldn't say anything more.

In fact, eating and drinking are not allowed, but eating a little is allowed as long as it is not excessive.

After all, it is impossible to not eat or drink for three days and three nights. If you really don't eat or drink, after the vigil, you can let others do the vigil for you.

But Ye Qingwan didn’t bring any food, wuwuwu…

Just as she was crying, a hand reached out secretly, slipped into her palm, and stuffed a few snacks into her hand.

Ye Qingwan raised her head and saw the old master smiling at her: "Eat, don't let anyone see."

Ye Qingwan quickly stuffed a piece into her mouth, her happiness almost overflowing.

After eating, I secretly asked him, "Don't you want to eat?"

Liu Sheng shook his head. Ye Qingwan thought that he didn't bring much and left it all for her, so she told him, "I still have some."

Liu Sheng smiled faintly and said, "I'm not hungry, you eat, dear."

They were a king and his subject, and he wanted to send them off in a dignified manner on their last journey.

Three days passed, and Prince Xiang and Prince Jiu hadn't eaten or drunk anything. Everyone saw this and couldn't help but secretly praise them.

But no one saw it, and the old tutor knelt there for three days without eating or drinking.

When everyone got up and left, Ye Qingwan moved over with difficulty: "Master, let's go."

"Okay." His lips were dry, but he still smiled at her out of habit.

While he was talking, Ye Qingwan stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth.

Feeling that he was stunned for a moment, Ye Qingwan quickly explained: "We're done guarding, you can eat now."

"Sigh" Liu Sheng was amused by her and pinched her nose: "It's just a few pieces of cake, and you still keep them."

"I'm worried you're hungry." Ye Qingwan pouted.

"My Miss Ye is the best." Liu Sheng stood up with a smile and slowly helped her up.

Ye Qingwan grabbed his hands with both hands and stood up with difficulty. She couldn't even straighten her legs, and the part below her knees felt like it was no longer hers.

Liu Sheng was not in a hurry and waited for her patiently. He even wanted to squat down and massage her legs, but Ye Qingwan pulled him up in panic.

A lot of people are watching.

"Wan'er." The Prime Minister came over.

Ye Qingwan quickly let go of the old master's hand: "Dad."

"Father has to stay to discuss matters later, you..." Xiangguo said, and suddenly glanced at Liu Sheng beside him, and then said: "You go home first, Master Liu also has to stay."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qingwan's face turned red.

Dad, you are making things up, making them up, imagining things, and making them up...

I draw a circle to curse you. Eat radishes in winter and ginger in summer. You don't need a doctor to prescribe medicine. You will be in good health and enjoy everything you eat.

"I'll go first." Ye Qingwan lowered her head and walked forward quickly.

She turned back halfway and stuffed the remaining cakes into her father's hands: "Dad, Dad, you have some too..."

Ahem…

Even with her head down, she could feel the old lady trying hard to hold back her laughter...

She dropped the cake and trotted out.

How embarrassing!

Help.

A large-scale social death scene...

After they left, all the princes and important ministers in the court gathered in the Qinzheng Hall to discuss the matter of establishing a new emperor.

Princess Shui Sheng insisted on making her eldest son the emperor. The empress was actually not willing to do so. They, mother and son, had no power in the court and no support from their mother's family. How could they become emperors under the noses of the powerful Ninth Prince and Prince Xiang?

She only hoped that after the new emperor ascended the throne, he would give her son a fiefdom so that her son could stay away from the capital, a place of trouble, and live a peaceful life.

However, it has been a custom since ancient times to establish the eldest son as the heir. Shui Sheng's proposal was supported by many neutral ministers.

Naturally, they were opposed by those who supported the Ninth Prince and the Prince of Xiang. They said that since ancient times, emperors have always been the most capable. They also said that when the eldest princess sent troops to besiege the city, it was the Ninth Prince and the Prince of Xiang who swore to defend it to the death.

Although His Majesty pardoned the eldest princess before his death, her behavior at the time was no different from treason.

When this was brought up, the argument became more intense, all sorts of old matters were brought up, and the argument got more and more fierce, to the point where some people were ready to draw their swords.

The Prime Minister and Liu Sheng were standing nearby, watching them perform. Now there were three candidates: the Ninth Prince, the Prince of Xiang, and the Nineteenth Prince. They were evenly matched in strength, and no matter who was chosen, the other two parties would not agree.

If things go wrong, we’ll have to fight again.

Since ancient times, the change of imperial power has rarely been without rivers of blood.

But it was strange that King Xiang didn't come. Even if he didn't come, no one would dare to ignore him. After all, besides Shui Sheng, he was the only one who had a large army.

Seeing that they were about to fight, King Xiang, who had never appeared before, suddenly walked in wearing armor and holding a weapon.

This battle...

Everyone was so frightened that they dared not move. No wonder he was not there. It turned out that he had gone to mobilize troops...

King Xiang walked in and said with a smile, "Why don't you quarrel anymore? Go on, you can quarrel as you please, just treat me as dead."

After saying that, he drew his sword and thrust it into the ground of the Qinzheng Hall, holding the hilt with both hands, with an expression that said, "You guys can quarrel if you want, don't bother me."

With this situation, who dares to assume he is dead?

If someone really dares to think he is dead, then they will really die.