Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Seeing that there were no problems with the shop, Yun Shengsheng returned to her residence.

At night, she nestled in the warm room on the soft couch, holding Xuanming in her arms.

Xuanming has now grown into a half-grown black leopard, longer than Yun Shengsheng when lying down, and heavy to hold in her arms. But it is obviously unaware of this, still thinking that it is the little fur ball that could curl up in her arms, and it tries to bury its head in her neck.

His gray-blue eyes were filled with confusion.

Yun Shengsheng held his head in one arm, stroking the fur on his back absentmindedly, and sighed inwardly.

How is Yan Shijin doing now? I heard that the princes and grandsons are required to mourn at the imperial tomb every day, is that true?

System: "This is true. Princes and grandsons of the emperor are in deep mourning, and the rituals are particularly elaborate and numerous."

"The timing, direction, clothing, and offerings for the mourning ceremony at the mausoleum all have strict rules, and you can't make even the slightest mistake."

"Yan Shijin started kneeling yesterday afternoon, and he didn't get much rest last night. He went to kneel again early this morning, and today is another full day of kneeling."

Yun Shengsheng sighed silently in her heart.

With his frail body, he'll probably fall ill again after the funeral...

Inside the palace, the white curtains in front of the mourning hall swayed gently in the night breeze, and the candlelight flickered before the memorial tablet.

In front of the large character for "offering sacrifices" was a huge coffin.

The former Crown Prince, now the new Emperor of the Great Xuan Dynasty, knelt at the forefront of the altar, dressed in plain white mourning clothes. Behind him were the princes, grandsons, and ministers, a dense mass of them kneeling on the ground.

Further behind was a group of noblewomen dressed in plain clothes, their cries rising and falling, suppressed and sorrowful.

On a sweltering summer day, the entire mourning hall was draped in a ghastly white mourning robe, exuding an eerie atmosphere. The smell of incense and the smoldering scent of white candles mingled together, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Mo Ning also changed into a white mourning outfit and knelt not far away. He stared intently at Yan Shijin's profile, his brows furrowing more and more tightly, his fingers clenching and unclenching repeatedly on his knees.

Yan Shijin's face was so pale it was almost transparent, his lips were almost bloodless, and beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead and trickled down his temples, but he knelt upright, motionless, and his face was expressionless.

Mo Ning couldn't hold back any longer. She secretly knelt down and moved forward, quickly getting close to Yan Shijin and whispering, "Master, are you alright? Would you like to step aside and rest for a bit? Even just a drink of water would be fine."

Yan Shijin shook his head very slightly, without saying a word or looking at him.

His gaze remained fixed on the ground in front of him, his expression calm and restrained, but his face was shockingly pale.

Mo Ning wanted to persuade her further, but after her lips moved, she swallowed her words back.

This is to keep vigil for the late emperor. All the princes and grandsons are kneeling. As the eldest grandson of the emperor, if Yan Shijin were to step down to rest alone, he would be watched by countless eyes.

He gritted his teeth, stepped back to his original position, and continued kneeling.

The new emperor knelt at the very front, his eyes never leaving his son.

He looked at Yan Shijin's pale, bloodless face and felt very worried.

The child has been in poor health since childhood, and has almost died many times. Now he has to kneel here to mourn. He knows that this is the rule, the etiquette, and the dignity of the royal family, but as a father, he just wants his son to go back to bed.

But he couldn't speak; he hadn't officially ascended the throne yet, and he couldn't afford to be branded as unfilial at this critical juncture.

He turned his head and winked at his trusted eunuch.

The confidant understood and quietly slipped out through the side door.

Before long, the trusted aide returned with a bowl of steaming hot medicine. He went straight to Yan Shijin's side, bent down, and presented the bowl with both hands, saying in a low voice, "Your Highness, please drink some of this medicine. It will help replenish your qi and blood, and make you feel better."

Yan Shijin glanced at the person beside her father and recognized them. She did not refuse, took the bowl, and drank it down sip by sip.

The herbal medicine was very bitter, but as the liquid flowed down my throat, I felt a bit more comfortable, and at least my mind was no longer so muddled.

Yan Shiyue, who was kneeling diagonally behind him, raised his head, his gaze passing through the gaps between the people in front of him, and landing on Yan Shijin. His brows furrowed slightly at first, then slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

This sickly fellow, after kneeling for a day and a half, is already in this state; he probably won't live much longer. When that time comes, the position of Crown Prince will rightfully fall to my father, and after my father ascends the throne, he will be the rightful Crown Prince.

Everything was just right...

The funeral of the old emperor was a grand national ceremony that combined Confucian rituals, yin-yang numerology, and the transfer of political power, making the process extremely complex.

First, the new emperor ascended the throne before the coffin: he formally ascended the throne before the spirit of the late emperor, but the enthronement ceremony would not be held until half a month later.

Since the envoys from various countries had not yet left, they decided to stay and attend the new emperor's enthronement ceremony, which saved the Great Xuan Dynasty the expense of sending envoys to deliver the message.

Next came the posthumous title bestowed upon the late emperor.

The Ministry of Rites proposed a posthumous title, and the Hanlin Academy wrote the eulogy. The debate over proposing the posthumous title alone lasted for several days.

The Ministry of Rites drafted three proposals, and the ministers debated them in court, citing classical texts. In the end, the new emperor made the final decision and chose the character "仁" (ren, meaning benevolence).

Next came the small encoffining: the eunuchs of the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs wrapped the late emperor's body in a gold-threaded satin quilt and covered it with a Dharani Sutra blanket;

Next came the encoffining: the noble relatives and high-ranking officials placed the body into the golden nanmu coffin;

The Guanglu Temple was responsible for setting up a banquet hall: three sacrifices were held daily, each using 27 oxen, and the wine, food and fruit offered filled the long offering table.

Then an auspicious day was chosen for the burial.

The funeral procession was even more astonishing in size.

The guides were five-colored banners and Fangxiangshi, numbering one hundred and sixty.

The ceremonial procession was the complete set of grand imperial regalia, with 3,200 items that could cover the entire Imperial Street when laid out.

The hearse, or coffin procession, requires 1,628 porters to carry it in shifts.

The guards protecting the coffin were five thousand soldiers from the Beijing garrison, clad in plain armor and carrying halberds.

The funerary objects included even more items, such as wooden funerary objects, terracotta horses, furniture, and gold and silver utensils, totaling a thousand pieces.

The entire process, from the time the late emperor's body lay in state to his burial, took twenty-seven days.

I heard that this grand funeral cost a full 500,000 taels of silver…

When Yun Shengsheng saw Yan Shijin again, it was already the end of October.

Yan Shijin was already thin, and now she has lost even more weight. Her slender face now has more defined features, and her cheekbones are slightly protruding.

Yun Shengsheng was speechless upon seeing this: [What happened to this person? To put it bluntly, he looks like a refugee child, just a skeleton.]

No, I have to find a way to fatten up the meat, otherwise it won't look good!

Yan Shijin listened to her thoughts and pursed her lips.

The little girl likes him to be a little chubby, so he can eat more from now on.