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The visitor was about 20 years old, with a slim figure and charming appearance. She was wearing a white dress, with red eyes and a haggard face. She was Jiang Yuehua, the Princess of Huaiyang County who had married into the Zhang family.

Jiang Yuehua wiped her tears, knelt down in front of the coffin, and kowtowed to bid farewell: "Cousin, have a safe journey. In your next life, you can be born into an ordinary family, marry a husband you like, and live a peaceful life."

Born into the royal family, born a princess, she enjoyed wealth and honor, but in the end she died tragically at the hands of a traitor. Thinking about Princess Baohua's short life, she never had a happy time.

Jiang Shaohua felt pity and an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Jiang Yuehua cried for a while, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, turned her head, and said softly: "Cousin Shaohua, there is something I want to ask you."

Jiang Shaohua had already guessed what she was going to ask: "Do you want to ask what cousin Wanhua should do in the future?"

Jiang Yuehua's eyes sparkled with tears, and she choked up as she replied, "Yes. The father and son of Prince Dongping conspired to murder the emperor, and they must die. That's what they deserve, and I don't sympathize with them at all. But my cousin Wanhua was taken into the palace when she was eight years old and was raised by the Empress Dowager. She and I lived together, accompanying each other day and night, and we were very familiar with each other. She had no idea what her grandfather and father had done from beginning to end."

"Ignorance is not a crime. She is a married woman, can she save her life?"

Jiang Yuehua spoke in a humble tone, her eyes full of pleading and hope.

She and Jiang Wanhua grew up together in the palace, and as the daughters of the same prince, they were naturally much closer than others. Even sisters could not have as deep a relationship as they did.

She came to Princess Baohua's mourning hall specifically because she had heard the news and wanted to beg Jiang Shaohua to help save Jiang Wanhua's life.

Jiang Shaohua looked at Jiang Yuehua and said, "The father and son of the Prince of Dongping committed the serious crime of treason which is punishable by execution of the entire clan. This will inevitably bring disaster to everyone in the palace. You should know the reason behind this, without me having to explain it in detail."

Jiang Yuehua pleaded with red eyes: "Cousin Shaohua, you are capable and talented. The court officials all listen to you, and the Empress Dowager is also willing to listen to you. Please plead for cousin Wanhua, and at least spare her life. Even if she is imprisoned for life, she can live."

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks again and he began to sob.

In contrast, Jiang Shaohua's calmness was almost cruel: "There is nothing I can do about this matter."

Just rejected it so straightforwardly.

Then, Jiang Shaohua stood up and left, leaving behind a meaningful piece of advice: "For the next few days, you might as well stay in the palace and spend more time with the Empress Dowager."

Jiang Yuehua kept covering her face and crying, and it was not known whether she heard it or not.

……

At four o'clock the next morning, a group of royal guards carried a huge coffin out of the palace.

The first one to carry the coffin was King Ping. King Ping had been told long ago that he should cry loudly today, the louder the better. He cried hard, his cry was so high and sharp that it could almost break a person's eardrum.

Jiang Shaohua was right behind King Ping, making it convenient for him to hold the coffin and take care of King Ping at any time.

Next, it was Prince Huaiyang and Prince Wu'an.

This is the rule of the royal family's funeral. The standing position is completely based on blood relationship, and has nothing to do with age.

All the court officials who could move came to the funeral. Prime Minister Wang was still unable to stay in bed, and Duke Anguo was injured in his leg and could not come either. General Bao was also recovering from his serious injuries. However, General Zuo and General Liu, who had been recovering from their injuries for about a month, joined the funeral procession today.

Another smaller coffin was also slowly carried out of the palace gate. This was Princess Baohua's coffin. The sky was not good, it was gloomy today, and when the coffin was carried out of the city gate, it was drizzling. The rain mixed with the cool breeze hit my face and body, and my clothes were quickly soaked.

According to the rules of the emperor's funeral, once the coffin is lifted, it cannot be put down again. The tall and strong imperial guards who were responsible for carrying the coffin were divided into five teams, each team carried it for two hours, and after two hours, a new team of imperial guards took over. This rotation ensured that the coffin would not be stopped halfway and was carried all the way to the imperial mausoleum.

The luck was indeed worse when it was rainy. However, the coffin had no reason to stop and kept moving forward. The princes who carried the coffin had to continue moving forward, and the old ministers who attended the funeral also had to force themselves to move forward.

It rained for half a day and everyone's clothes were soaked.

Suddenly, a cry of "ouch" was heard from the funeral procession.

Jiang Shaohua frowned and turned to look.

"Princess, the road is slippery due to the rain. Minister Dai fell and sprained his foot. He can't walk anymore." The imperial guard who came to deliver the message reported in a low voice: "Princess, please decide how to deal with this."

Jiang Shaohua thought for a moment and ordered, "Since Minister Dai cannot move, have him sent back to the city. There is no need to go to the imperial mausoleum."

The imperial guard bowed and accepted the order, and selected four imperial guards to escort Minister Dai, who had sprained his foot, back to the city.

The unfortunate Minister Dai knelt down in the drizzle and cried loudly in the direction where the emperor's coffin was leaving.

The crying sound reached everyone's ears from afar. Zhang Shangshu curled his lips in his heart, thinking that Dai Shangshu had turned a disaster. The next journey would not be easy, and going to the imperial mausoleum in the rain would be even more unbearable.

The funeral procession could not stop, so naturally it could not speed up, so it just moved forward slowly step by step. Originally the procession was very neat, and after half a day, those with good physical strength could hold on, but some old and weak officials were walking slower and slower.

Cui Du and Chen Changshi were in one place, seven or eight meters away from Jiang Shaohua, with more than a dozen important officials in between.

Cui Du's eyes almost never left Jiang Shaohua's back, and he was secretly worried and anxious.

Jiang Shaohua was pregnant, so her physical strength was far less than usual. It was raining today, and everyone's clothes were soaked. I wonder if Jiang Shaohua can hold on...

Chen Changshi's low voice came into his ears: "The princess can hold on, Lord Changning, rest assured."

How can he feel at ease?
Jiang Shaohua is not alone now, there is another baby in her belly.

This matter was not told to anyone, and Chen Changshi was also unaware of it. This was not the right time to reveal this good news, so Cui Du could only nod randomly.

King Ping Jiang Hao was only an eight-year-old child, and had never walked in the rain before. He could hold on at first, but after half a day he refused to walk and kept crying for someone to carry him.

Three years ago, when Emperor Taikang was buried, Jiang Shaohua held Jiang Hao all the way. Jiang Hao habitually wanted to get into the soft embrace of his cousin Shaohua.

Let's not talk about Jiang Shaohua being pregnant. Just look at Jiang Hao. His height is only as high as Jiang Shaohua's waist. How can he still hold her up? Even if he could hold her up, it would be extremely unsightly.

Or you have to carry...

Jiang Shaohua never indulged Jiang Hao's bad habits, and said coldly: "If you are tired, go to the carriage behind and take a rest." (End of this chapter)