"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."
Mu Nanzhi knew that what Lu Zhishan said was not false. Although he wanted to stay, he still nodded lightly: "Okay, then I will enter the palace tomorrow."
"That's right, I asked Princess Jing'an to go back with you." Lu Zhishan reached out and pinched Mu Nanzhi's nose, turned around and left.
"Cousin." Mu Nanzhi suddenly called him.
"Is there anything else?" Lu Zhishan turned to look at her.
"My condolences." Mu Nanzhi said softly.
Lu Zhishan said nothing, curled his lips at Mu Nanzhi, then turned and left.
When they returned, Mu Nanzhi and Princess Jing'an did not ride in a sedan, but shared a carriage.
Sure enough, as Lu Zhishan said, before the carriage left the palace, they met Duan Zeng, Fang Zeduan, Ding Shaodian and Ma Ruilin who were hurriedly entering the palace. All four of them looked heavy. Mu Nanzhi opened a corner of the curtain and looked at the hurried people. The officials who rushed towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony felt quite uncomfortable and lowered the curtains.
"Anle, don't be too sad. Lord Long Live is always in bed and sleeping. I'm afraid he would have been worse off than dead. This is a relief for him," Princess Jing'an sighed softly while handing a cup of tea to Mu Nan. Zhi, "Drink some hot tea."
"It's not all sad, it's just that I can't be with my cousin at this time," Mu Nanzhi lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly, "My cousin doesn't say anything, but I'm afraid he is very sad in his heart. When I was a child, Long Live the Lord hurt me the most. It’s my cousin’s.”
"I have also heard that Lord Long Live loved the prince the most in the past. Didn't the late emperor praise him highly in the past? He praised Lord Long Live for being a fatherly heart." Princess Jing'an took a sip of tea, paused, and suddenly As if remembering something again, "By the way, Anle, I heard that Princess Linglong is crazy, is that true?"
"That's right. Even the Imperial Hospital said it couldn't be cured. Prince Hui was afraid that something would happen to her, so when he left the capital, he left someone to look after Princess Linglong's mansion." Mu Nanzhi took a sip of tea and looked at Jing'an County Lord, "What's wrong? You suddenly asked about this?"
"I was so close just now. Why do you think Princess Linglong is a nice person? Didn't you think she was crazy?" Princess Jing'an was a little puzzled, "Where is the madness?"
"She just cried so much that tears and snot were all over her face. I was shocked when I saw her. She used to pay the most attention to appearance. If she were sober, she would never cry like this," Mu Nanzhi said, "Are you afraid? I’ve never been in contact with her before, so I don’t know.”
"Maybe, but I always feel that she doesn't look like a crazy person. When I was in Korea, one of my father's concubines went crazy. I've seen it before, but she was not like this," Princess Jing'an said with a frown, " You said she was crying with tears and snot, but I heard her mumbling about how cruel her father was, how pitiful her mother and concubine were, how her father and mother concubine abandoned her, and so on. How did they sound like they were coming from the source? The mouth of a crazy person? Besides, if she is really crazy, how can she still distinguish between father, emperor, mother and concubine? "
Mu Nanzhi was also startled: "Did you really hear that clearly?"
"I was right next to her and listened for a while. I wasn't very clear, but I could barely guess it." Mu Nanzhi said firmly.
"That's strange, there are still people pretending to be crazy?" Mu Nanzhi said.
The seventh day of October in the twenty-eighth year of Jiasheng
Lu Mingwei, the emperor of Dali Daxing, passed away.
Small burial that day.