It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 389 Delivering the coffin at midnight

Sima Yue was suspicious and indecisive, otherwise he would not have been the last to rise up after many princes rebelled. But it is precisely because he delayed it until the end that he is where he is today. But he also faces many problems, including internal and external troubles.

Previously, Yang Xianrong had speculated why he did not become emperor, but wanted to hand over the throne to a prince with no achievements or reputation. He just wanted to be the man behind the scenes, and after collecting a large amount of gold and silver treasures, he stayed away from the court.

Everything is because Sima Yue is greedy for money.

Now, giving him the "Emperor's Book" would be even more effective than passing on the Imperial Seal. What's more, she just wants Ji Feiyan's life. A woman is not something that cannot be parted from for such a man.

"I'll think about this matter again." Sima Yue obviously hesitated, "You have to know that Ji Feiyan is... very important to me."

"Yes, she is stupid and ambitious. Sooner or later she will be a disaster." Yang Xianrong did not hide his disgust for Ji Feiyan. "I don't want you to beat around the bush. The "Emperor's Book" is about using her life. Come and exchange, no exceptions.”

"Okay." Sima Yue nodded, but still hesitated and asked, "Are you really willing to... be buried?"

"Why not?" Yang Xianrong laughed again, "For me, this is actually a relief."

"But you are Feng Ming..."

"so what?"

"Okay." Sima Yue stood up, "Is there anything else? I still need to talk to Liu Yuan about something."

"It's okay." Yang Xianrong was still sitting there, looking at Sima Yue, and suddenly he looked sad, and said with a hint of crying in his voice: "The place where you were sitting just now is where the emperor had dinner with me before he died. The place. You two have always been related by blood, and you look a bit similar. It’s really hard to calm down... I’m going to chant the sutras too.”

This sentence made Sima Yue's face pale with fright. He jumped three feet away from the seat and looked at Yang Xianrong with wide eyes and almost clenched his fists. "Sheep shows his face!"

"Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work." Yang Xianrong didn't look at him at all, turned around and left Tianyuan Palace, and went to Sima Zhong's coffin in Xianyang Palace, listening carefully to the monks and Taoists chanting sutras and playing music.

There were smoke and whimpers.

All those people with their own agendas had already left, leaving only the women in Sima Zhong's harem. These women have long passed their prime, and many of them have gray hair and aging faces. They have nowhere to go, and their final destination is to be buried for the dead emperor?

Perhaps, they accepted their fate?

Yang Xianrong didn't say a word. After burning a few gold ingots, he sat in the mourning shed again and closed his eyes. He looked extremely tired.

For the next nine days, Yang Xianrong just sat in silence in the mourning shed, and only returned to Tianyuan Palace to sleep at night, seemingly accepting his fate. But the other concubines became more and more panicked, and some even refused to come to offer incense because they were not in good health.

Sima Chi had already begun to listen to the affairs of the court, but he only listened and didn't even say anything.

Everything seemed to be back on track, but everyone was whispering about Sima Yue wearing a dragon robe. Combined with the previous rumors about him poisoning Sima Zhong, they were vaguely afraid that something big was going to happen.

But Sima Yue was also very calm. Although he still occupied an office in Luoyang Palace, he did not give any new instructions. He said that everything should be planned after Emperor Daxing was laid to rest.

Therefore, everyone is waiting for the day when Sima Zhong is buried.

Time seems to pass very slowly, but it also passes quickly.

On the tenth day, at midnight, it was extremely dark. All the civil and military officials and their families were already kneeling at the entrance of the palace, waiting for Sima Zhong's coffin to be lifted up and carried to the imperial mausoleum for burial.

Soldiers were already standing inside and outside Luoyang City to maintain order. Mao Hongbin and Qin Chaoge were busy and had no time to spare. Both of these two people had big dark circles under their eyes and stared hard at the coffin being transported out of the palace. They slowly left the city and headed towards the Tomb of the Sun.

White clothes, white lights, and white paper money are scattered all over the sky.

The funeral procession was so quiet that only the sound of wheels and horse hooves could be heard, not even the sound of crying.

Naturally, the people of Luoyang stayed behind closed doors and peeped at all this from the cracks in their doors.

The new emperor Sima Chi's carriage followed closely behind the coffin carriage, and Yang Xianrong's phoenix chariot followed him. She had no make-up and no clothes, except for a pair of white jade earrings inlaid with gold. She was sitting in the slow-moving carriage, holding in her hand the piece of yellow silk that Sima Zhong left for her. There were no tears, perhaps they had already dried up. Her eyes were extremely bright, with a dazzling brilliance in the dark night.

Cuixi and Lanxiang were also sitting on the carriage, while Yuan Jianshuo and He Jiunian were driving. The two men were released, and they seemed to have suffered a little, with injuries all over their bodies and faces.

Two months have passed since Sima Zhong's death, and everyone has gradually calmed down. There were less than sixty people left in the imperial army, and each one of them followed Yang Xianrong's carriage with sad faces, marching silently.

Zhang Du's legs were disabled. After two months, only the skin and flesh had healed, but the bones were completely broken. Doctor Qin kept shaking his head, saying that there was nothing he could do. This matter was also reported to Sima Yue. After all, Zhang Du was the personal manager of the emperors of the two dynasties. If he could no longer continue his work, he would have to say something.

Sima Yue said he understood and didn't care too much.

Zhang Du didn't say anything, he just lay there looking at the ceiling in a daze.

Later, Yang Xianrong asked Zhang Liang to take Zhang Du to Tianyuan Palace to recuperate. He would visit him every day and talk to him about interesting things about Sima Zhong's childhood and the past events in the palace.

Zhang Duqiang took a deep breath and said that when the sheep was sacrificed and buried, he would definitely take him with him.

Yang Xianrong agreed and even made a new suit of clothes for him to wear.

Now, the carriage he was riding in followed Yang Xianrong, and Zhang Liang was looking after him inside.

I don't know if it's because he took such good care of him these days, but Zhang Du actually gained a lot of weight. If you don't look at his face, he looks somewhat similar to Sima Zhong's figure. Fortunately he could only sit and not many people could see him.

The funeral procession kept marching and never stopped at all.

They had to rush to deliver the coffin to the Tomb of the Sun for burial before noon, but they had to go extremely fast. By the time it got to dawn, there were already many people who couldn't keep up, especially the female relatives who were exhausted and sat on both sides of the road, looking very embarrassed.

This incident was also expected. Sima Yue arranged for many ox-carts and horse-drawn carriages, and placed these people on the horse-drawn carriages to continue moving forward.

Some people began to complain, and whispered why there was such a big fight for such a fool?

Before he finished speaking, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the dark sky, and a violent explosion of thunder suddenly sounded, making everyone shocked and trembling.

They started from Zishi and reached Sishi. It stands to reason that even if the sky is dark at this time, there will be a misty light. But at this moment, it was still dark.

When they entered the boundary of Taiyang Mausoleum, lightning and thunder broke out, and heavy rain poured down.

After another lightning strike, a century-old tree at the entrance of the Tomb of the Sun was split open and a raging fire broke out.