midst of brewing sour water.From the old monk who cried and begged to take him as a disciple, to the old madam Li who favored him, to this time Qi Xi who was too enthusiastic.“You are a true friend t...In the 55th year of Emperor Yuanfeng, on the 26th day of the tenth month, was the day of Jiang Wuqidi's funeral.
The funeral was unprecedentedly grand.
The Grand Secretariat Scholar Wenyanyu was in charge of overseeing the Ministry of Rites as the chief priest.
The emperor issued an edict:
The Changsheng Palace had about ninety attendants and bodyguards under its jurisdiction, while the Zongrenfu had six hundred officials guarding. They wore mourning clothes for twenty-seven days.
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All the officials of the court, stripped of their hats and dressed in plain white robes for seven days.
Even if you were as esteemed as an emperor, you would still take off your hat for three days to pay respects.
In the main hall of Changsheng Palace, an imperial procession was held with officials and ministers in attendance. The ceremonies were conducted according to proper etiquette.
A banquet was set up outside the hall, with fifteen tables.
Officials and commoners in Linzi shall abstain from revelry and marriage for thirteen days. Officials and commoners throughout the land shall abstain from revelry and marriage for three days.
Such funeral arrangements far exceed the specifications that should be afforded to a prince.
For a time, the city of Linzi, spanning three hundred miles, was covered in frost.
Including the Four Great Halls of Linzi, numerous brothels, taverns, and gambling dens all shut their doors with signs posted.
The emperor seemed to be unsatisfied, and ordered that 23 traitors from Pingguo, including the commander of the Zhan Yu army, Yan Tu, and the third-rank Qing Pai head catcher, Li Youjiu, be publicly executed at the execution ground to appease the spirit of the eleventh prince.
When a true person dies, heaven and earth shall weep. To offer this tribute to the Lord of Changsheng Palace is truly an immense honor.
It is said that the people who came to watch the execution lined up for a full five miles, completely blocking the execution ground.
“Shall we go take a look” At the Jiang family's residence in Yaoguang Fang, Chong Xuan Sheng Dao: “We still have some time.”
In black, Jiang Wang walked out from the inner room and asked, "What are you looking at"
Zhong Xuan squinted his eyes, and unconsciously, this kid in front of him had really grown. Wearing only a rough hemp robe, he somehow managed to look elegant and refined. And the way he walked, it was truly ethereal... Was that the effect of cultivating magic
Then he looked down at the mourning clothes he was wearing, which were pinching him uncomfortably... They were way too tight!
It's going to take a few more tailors coming here, I need to get them all the measurements. Oh, and we better have another palanquin ready as well. The potted flowers in the courtyard aren't very good either, they need replacing.
My heart raced with a thousand thoughts, but I only said, “Wouldn’t you like to see what happens to Li Youjiu He tortured you so terribly. They say this time they’ll flay him three hundred and eighteen times, one by one, not letting him die until the very last cut.”
Jiang Wang shook his head. "Since it's already a foregone conclusion, what's there to see"
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"Don't you hate him" Fourteen opened his mouth for the first time, asking curiously.
“Hate, for no reason at all harming me, how could I not hate” Jiang Wang said very seriously: “If Li Yougui wasn’t caught and was still alive, I would definitely kill him in the future. This is my hatred for him. But that's it, I only need him to die, I don’t need to appreciate the process of his death.”
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"Let the imperial court handle it then." Zhong Xuan sheng said, "They even have their people among the commanders of nine troops. The power of the Pingdeng Nation is greater than I imagined. You shouldn't be out in front."
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Having been targeted by the Pingdanguo many times, Jiang Wang certainly had opinions about them. However, instead of lashing out, he gently steered the conversation away: "Today is the funeral of the Eleventh Prince, let's hurry and offer incense."
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Then Jiang Wang suddenly realized, "Oh, I almost forgot!"
He adjusted his collar and said lightly, "Only officials of rank three or above can enter the main hall of Changsheng Palace to offer incense... Well, I'll take my leave first."
Having said that, she flicked her sleeves and left without giving Chong Xuan any chance to retaliate. She was gone with a flourish.
Chong Xuan looked very calm. Looking at this man's back, he only said to the Fourteenth: "I just asked the wrong question."
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Fourteen tilted her head and gave him a questioning look.
“I should ask him if he'd like to research the performance of a body made of gold and jade under Lingchi. And, I wonder if he'd like to observe firsthand the data of three thousand three hundred and eighteen cuts on a living human body. Also, the executioner who can cut through a body made of gold and jade, as well as a real human being, is also worthy of learning from his swordsmanship.”
After a moment's thought, Shi Fourteen had to admit that Chong Xuan made a lot of sense. Jiang Wang was indeed the kind of person who would be interested in these things.
“Then are you going to watch it” she asked.
"Not going." Chong Xuan turned back and walked towards his courtyard. "Dying a mortal isn't anything rare."
"You're not coming to the funeral either" Fourteenth chased after him and asked.
“Could it be a little later” Zhong Xuan finally couldn't calm down: “I get angry just seeing someone surnamed Jiang!”
The entire city was covered in frost and snow, and Chang'le Palace was no exception.
Dressed in mourning clothes, the Prince of Qi, Jiang Wuhua, welcomed his mother outside the palace gate: "Mother, why are you free to come today"
The Great Qi Empress grabbed his hand and walked toward the palace. Though her steps were fast, she still retained her grace: "Today is Xiao Shi's funeral, Mother was afraid you would be too heartbroken so she came to see you. Later, we will go to Changsheng Palace together."
Then Jiang Wuhua remained silent.
The mother and son entered the palace hall and sat down.
Empress He looked around: "Where is Ning'er"
"He got up late, he's probably still getting dressed."
The Empress's brows furrowed slightly.
He explained in a low voice, "Plain makeup has its own charm, Ning'er understands moderation."
Then Empress He brushed the matter aside, waving her hand lightly.
The maidservants all retreated, leaving the vast palace chamber with only mother and son sitting side by side.
This is the most honorable mother and son pair in all of Eastern Region.
"Eleven, this is already the standard for a prince. But the prince is still here! I truly don't know what His Majesty is thinking!" The empress's voice was already filled with displeasure.
Jiang WuHua didn't have any jealousy, he just said softly, "Eleven had a hard life, and the emperor inevitably felt more love for him. While he was alive, I wouldn't compete with him for anything. Now that he's gone, there's nothing left to fight over."
The Empress sighed softly, gently brushing Jiang Wu Hua’s hair from her forehead: “He spends every day worrying about this person and that person. When will he ever worry about you more You are his own flesh and blood, the Crown Prince of Qi. You were born later and didn’t get to spend the most difficult times with him. Is that your fault You have a mother caring for you. Is that your fault You are so excellent, so flawless. Why is he so harsh on you”
Jiang Wuhu was still calm and collected, showing no resentment whatsoever: "Bearing the weight of the nation also means bearing its responsibilities. It's only right to be strict with the Crown Prince. If he makes mistakes again after taking the throne, it will be the country that suffers. Only through repeated tempering can we forge a wise ruler."
The empress's anger and displeasure vanished in an instant.
She sat there with such dignity, radiating nothing but nobility and magnanimity: "It's best if you think that way. Whether it's true or not, you must always think that way."
Her complaints and dissatisfaction, perhaps stemmed from genuine feelings, but her expression of them was a complete test of the prince. If the prince remained unmoved by his mother's grievances, demonstrating no resentment in front of her, that would be true serenity of mind, free from any worldly concerns.
"My son truly means it." Jiang Wuhu said.
It is well known to all that the former crown prince, Jiang Wuliang, was imprisoned in Qingshi Palace due to his private resentful words, leading to his death within.
At that time, he had already been deposed for six years. For six years, he had tried to make a comeback, but one day all hope was cut off.
How did the "private grumbling" come to be known by the censor
A good example of the past is a lesson for the future!
The Empress nodded in satisfaction. Whether it was true or not didn't really matter; as a mother, she couldn't tell anyway, and she didn't need to. This was good; being able to constantly appear like this was truly benevolent from the East Palace.
And then he asked, "When do you plan to manifest the divine presence"
“Let's wait a while, the best time has passed.” Jiang Wuhu said calmly: "Little Eleven just left, as his older brother, I chose this moment to appear. Everyone should be sad for Little Eleven, or happy for me The emperor will inevitably ask, what does the prince want to express What does the prince want to do”
"Very well, you are a calculating one." The Empress Daqi had completely let go of her worries and rose to say, "Let's go to the Changsheng Palace now. If you're late, your father emperor will be unhappy."
"Good," Jiang Wuhu replied softly. "I'll go call Ning'er."
Today, Changsheng Temple is covered in frost and snow, a sight of pure white.
It inexplicably gave Jiang Wang the feeling that Jiang Wuqi was standing before him, wearing a white fox fur coat.
All the people I see before me are dressed in mourning clothes, looking mournful, but I don't know how many of them are truly heartbroken!
The Grand Scholar Wen Yanyu, accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Rites, had already taken control of the outer palace of Chángshēng Palace and arranged all necessary ceremonies.
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Two officials from the Ministry of Rites, holding the rank of shilang, stood guard outside the gate of Changsheng Palace, responsible for welcoming and sending off guests.
Even Wen Yan jade himself was standing beside them.
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Of course, even those who could come to Changsheng Palace for a visit during this time were either wealthy or powerful. Very few people had the qualifications to chat with Wen Yanyan casually.
He presided over the entire funeral this time.
Only the Son of Heaven, the Empress, and a few others of such high rank would be able to have him, a dignified Grand Master of State Affairs, greet them outside the palace gate.
As soon as Jiang Wangyi appeared, a Ministry of Rites official immediately stepped forward and greeted him, addressing him as "Sir Jiang."
To everyone's surprise, Wen Yanyu, who had been silent for a long time outside the palace gate, unexpectedly took the initiative to nod at Jiang Wang, his attitude friendly: "You're here"
Jiang Wang originally still wanted to put on a brave face and greet Wen Yan Yu first, regardless of whether the other party would respond to him.
At first, when the state of Qi sent people to search for real humans in the Wuyu Mountain Range, there was Wen Yan Yu among them. Although this was an order from the Heavenly Emperor of Qi, he still had to accept it as a human favor.
Unexpectedly, it was Wen Yan Yu who spoke first.
"I should have visited your esteemed residence long ago. Unfortunately, I've been preoccupied with various matters. Today, I'm fortunate to meet you here. I humbly request your forgiveness for the delay."
"It's no trouble at all," Wen Yanyu said softly. "If you have time later, why not come visit my Orchid Heart Garden It would give this old man a chance to interact with young people like yourselves and understand your thoughts."
"Certainly." This wasn't a time for pleasantries. Jiang Wang once again performed the proper courtesies and politely said, "Please continue with your business, junior will retire now."
Wen Tinglan had once invited him to a private tea party at Lanxin Garden, where Wen Yanyue's friends gathered. He hadn't been there yet. This time, Wen Yanyue personally extended the invitation, which was certainly a sign of respect.
But Jiang Wang knew very well that even though he was considered somewhat influential today, compared to a figure like Wen Yan Yu, he was nothing.
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>Wen Yan Yu's gesture of goodwill was more out of consideration for Yan Fu.
Giving face to An Fu's close friends means supporting An Fu and saving him from embarrassment.
This father-in-law of the dog owner is really great!
Bidding farewell to Wen Yanyu, he went straight to the palace.
This time, the route taken was different from the previous two. The back hall of Changsheng Palace was not open to the public during this funeral.
Along the way, palace guards pointed the way. After quickly rounding a screen wall, they came to an open space.
The banquet is set up here.
Only fifteen seats are available, and they are reserved for distinguished guests.
And Jiang Wang continued to walk forward.
At this moment, there were already quite a few people seated. Seeing Jiang Wang, they inevitably felt a mix of emotions.
The most dazzling genius in Qi now, the golden melon warrior who has reached a high position in the officialdom of Qi, upon closer inspection, has been in Qi for less than two years.
Over the past two years, there have been countless earth-shattering events, leaving behind many heart-stopping tales. Now, they are all overshadowed by what these people have experienced.
The scholar of the Imperial Court, Chen Fu, once said: "A peerless prodigy is someone who makes you feel disheartened."
Now, isn't Jiang Wang also giving many people this feeling
The funeral of the Eleventh Prince was, after all, not a suitable occasion for pleasantries, so no one dared to approach and disturb it.
Jiang Wang walked in silence.
From here, passing through this doorway, is the main hall of Changsheng Palace.
Jiang Wuki is said to have died in front of Emperor Qi, his coffin was once placed in the Donghua Pavilion, a testament to the emperor's grief... Now it has been moved back to Changle Palace and is placed inside the main hall.
The Grand Eunuch Feng Gu, the manager of Changsheng Palace, knelt outside the main hall, bowing to every person who entered the hall to pay their respects.
When I saw Jiang Wang, I still twitched the corners of my mouth and managed a smile: "Lord Jiang is here to pay his respects. If His Highness knew about this, he would be happy."
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Jiang Wang half-knelt down, patted his hand with wrinkles, and didn't know what to say, only saying: "You've worked hard."
Then she got up and walked into the hall.
Here, the entire place was set up as a spirit hall, with the coffin placed in the center of the hall.
Beside the solemnly carved coffin stood a familiar figure.
Even in coarse mourning clothes, her tall and athletic figure could not be concealed, nor could it hide her spirited air.
The Palace Master of Huaying, Jiang Wuyou, was looking down at the person in the coffin. His expression was neither sad nor happy, as if lost in thought.
Jiang Wang walked forward.
The young man lying in the coffin wore a purple prince's robe, his eyes slightly closed and his face pale and handsome.
At this point, he would obviously no longer be afraid of the cold...
Of course, there won't be any more sudden coughing fits.
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After standing for a while, Jiang Wuyou suddenly said: "I used to have a very bad temper. In the palace, I bullied many people, beating this one and that one... I never bullied him though. Because I always felt like he was a porcelain doll, I was afraid that if I touched him, he would shatter."
Jiang Wang didn't know what to say, so he just sighed. Then he walked up to the offering table in front of the coffin and performed a respectful ceremony, lighting three incense sticks for Jiang Wuqì.
At that moment, he heard a faint sob. He turned his head and saw that kneeling beside the coffin on the other side was another familiar face—the fourteenth prince, Jiang Wuyang.
With bloodshot eyes and a sorrowful expression, he cried silently.
It's just that Jiang Wuyou's aura was too strong, so he didn't notice this prince at first.
However, the two didn't know each other well. Jiang Wang just glanced at her and looked at Jiang Wuyou with some concern, but he didn't say anything.
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He found a spot on the edge of the chairs lined up on either side of the spirit hall and sat down.
Only officials of the rank of three or above could enter the main hall of Changsheng Palace to offer incense. At this level, he was indeed at the very edge.
It was at that moment.
A man in his thirties, with powdered face and ill-fitting mourning clothes, walked into the hall.
Upon seeing Jiang Wuyou, he first bowed: "Greetings to the Third Highness!"
Jiang Wuyu still looked at the coffin and ignored everyone else.
He didn't mind. He bypassed the coffin and went to the altar, took three incense sticks, bowed three times, inserted them into the incense burner, then turned to find a seat.
His gaze swept across the fourteen princes kneeling on the other side of the coffin, lightly skimming over them, until he saw Jiang Wang sitting at the very edge.
His eyes lit up, and he walked straight over, sitting down next to Jiang Wang.
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“This must be Qingyangzi, right I’m Hezhen! Nice to meet you.”
Perhaps it's because I truly admire Jiang Wang, but his voice is just a bit too loud, and therefore a bit grating.
Jiang Wang thought for a moment, just about to politely refuse, when a cold rebuke rang out.
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"What do you take this place for"
Standing beside the coffin, Jiang Wuyou slightly turned his face, only giving a frosty side profile. His phoenix eyes flashed with cold light, for a moment seeming like iron horses and golden armor rolling in a furious storm: "Get out of my sight!"
The Grand Uncle He Fu's only son, the nephew of Empress Da Qi, He Zhen He Da Gongzi, was stunned.
Unconsciously, I lifted half my butt off the seat. I wanted to keep sitting but didn't dare, and leaving felt too embarrassing.
He even felt that maybe he had heard wrong. Perhaps the master of Huaying Palace wanted to chase Jiang Wang away, how could he, as a "relative", be treated like this
But the moment she met Jiang Wuyou's cold gaze, all her struggles vanished.
Although it's still autumn, it feels like being in a snowy wonderland.
Mingming was in the mourning hall, yet he felt as if he were trapped on a battlefield.
His body was stiff, his soul trembling.
Heeding nothing else, he nearly scrambled out of the spirit hall in blind panic.
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