When Mu Nanzhi and Princess Jing'an hurriedly entered the palace, cries could already be heard in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Mu Nanzhi's heart sank, and she was so busy that she asked the bearer to stop the sedan. She got off the sedan and carried it with her hands. Thick skirt, while running quickly towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
"Princess! Princess! Slow down!" Ji Xiang was frightened when he saw her posture. He was afraid that she would fall, so he rushed after her.
When Princess Jing'an heard the commotion, she got off the sedan in a hurry and followed Mu Nanzhi in a hurry towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
"Princess, please come in quickly." Zhao Ruhai greeted Mu Nanzhi at the door.
"Where is the prince?" Mu Nanzhi looked anxious, "How is the prince?"
"Princess, the prince is inside," Zhao Ruhai said hurriedly, handing over a handkerchief and whispering, "Princess, you have to kowtow to the late emperor first."
"The late Emperor..." Mu Nanzhi was startled, wondering what else he didn't understand. He quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his face and hands, and then entered the bedroom with Princess Jing'an.
Lu Zhishan, Lu Zhiyue and Linglong Princess Lu Zhichan were all kneeling in front of the bed. Lu Zhishan had no expression on his face, Lu Zhiyue had tears in his eyes, and Lu Zhichan cried the hardest and was out of breath. After catching his breath, he was supported by two maids to prevent him from collapsing to the ground.
Mu Nanzhi walked in slowly and knelt beside Lu Zhishan. She didn't dare to look at the bed, but looked sideways at Lu Zhishan. Lu Zhishan's face was silent and expressionless, but she felt seven emotions in her heart. She wanted to hold Lu Zhishan's hand, but she did nothing and just knelt down.
All the princes and princesses in Beijing arrived. Zhao Ruhai stood in front of the bed, swept away the dust, and shouted: "Kowtow."
The five people kowtowed together.
"Two kowtows."
"Kowtow three times."
When she got up after kowtowing three times, Lu Zhichan cried even louder. Princess Jing'an, who was kneeling beside her, rushed over to give her a hand.
Mu Nanzhi's eyes were red. Her feelings for Lu Mingwei have always been complicated. This was her uncle. When she was young, because of her uncle's care, she, a concubine princess from a small country, could live in Dali. She was able to survive today because of Lu Mingwei's protection. But it was also her uncle who almost forced her to marry into a wolf's den. It was also her uncle who ignored her life and death in the assassination case at the hunting ground in the western suburbs. Her reputation, and even more so her uncle, had caused her husband to suffer so many years of pain and sorrow...
But now that he is dead, Mu Nanzhi is still very sad.
It was even more sad than when Princess Liang died.
She couldn't control her tears at all until Lu Zhishan pulled her up.
"Go back home and wait," Lu Zhishan pulled her out of the dormitory. In a deserted place, Lu Zhishan said to her in a deep voice, "I will be very busy in the next few days, and you will be busy too. , Now go back and have a good rest before entering the palace tomorrow."
"But I don't want to go back," Mu Nanzhi wiped away tears and raised his head and said to Lu Zhishan, "Cousin, I want to stay with you."
When the late emperor passed away, the princes naturally had to keep vigil. Now that there were only two princes in the capital, Lu Zhishan was even less able to leave the palace.
"It's okay, it's a mess here, and all the ministers will come over to mourn in a while. It will be uncomfortable for you to be here," Lu Zhishan said softly, stroking her head, "Besides, I won't feel comfortable if you are here. So concentrate on your work, go back."