Maybe she was too tense just now. After Prince Ning left, her body relaxed a little and Xuyu felt a dull pain in her injured shoulder.
She held onto the temple door and slowly sat down on the knee-high threshold in front of the royal family temple's Xiandian to rest for a while.
Slowly, the cold air, as sharp as ice knives, penetrated through her clothes and seeped into her skin underneath.
The temple threshold was carved from a whole piece of submerged nanmu wood, and the top of the threshold was covered with a copper coat with gilded engravings of clouds, seahorses and lions, which should be a symbol of the country's foundation, which will last for a thousand years and ten thousand years. If the etiquette officer was here and saw her sitting on it like this, he would probably change his face and denounce it as disrespectful.
She subconsciously looked around the place again.
Behind her, in the Hall of Worship, there were Zhao on the left and Mu on the right. The ever-burning lamps that never went out day and night were the endless incense offered by the pious descendants of the Li family to their ancestors. In the side halls on the left and right, there were many princes, generals and ministers of the Holy Dynasty. According to their epitaphs or the writings of the historians, they all had outstanding achievements and great virtues, and were worthy of such supreme honor.
A general like Pei Gu is not qualified to sit in such a solemn and precious place.
However, he himself had never thought about or cared about such things after his death.
This Li family temple, which always has its doors tightly closed and exudes a noble and decaying smell of age, is probably not the destination he wants.
Died in the battlefield, wrapped in his horse's hide, is the most magnificent epitaph written for a god of war.
However, the God of War's final act was a death by a knife from behind.
She withdrew her gaze, leaned her head against the door, closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly felt an urge to leave.
She didn't want to stay in this place any longer.
She opened her eyes and was about to stand up, but paused slightly.
In the distance, at the end of the Danbi Road, there was another sedan chair parked, and the shadows of several palace servants were hidden in the darkness outside the gate.
In front of her, under the Danbi, the old palace supervisor helped the emperor and sent him here. Then, the emperor stretched out his hand, placed it on the white jade railing of the Danbi steps, followed the stone steps, and walked up to her.
She held onto the temple door and slowly stood up.
The emperor climbed the lowest step by himself. The railings and clouds extended downwards to the ground, leaving a gap in the middle. His hands were empty and he lost his direction. His withered hands continued to grope around, but to no avail.
After trying several times, he gave up and stood there, his hunched figure gradually showing some frustration and helplessness.
Xuyu walked down the steps and came in front of him.
"Aye." She said softly, "Why are you here?"
When the emperor heard her voice, a slight look of joy immediately appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand towards her, and the moment he touched her hanging sleeve, as if he felt something, his hand paused in the air for a moment, then slowly retracted.
"Aye heard that you woke up and came here..." the emperor murmured, and his tone seemed to contain some flattering meaning.
"I'm fine, and the injury isn't serious."
Xuyu responded calmly, stretched out her hand and supported the emperor's arm.
"Let's go. I'll take Aye back."
The emperor did not take a step immediately. He lowered his head slightly, as if he was staring at the hand that Xuyu was holding on to.