Chapter 806 The Tyrant's Little Princess (58)
In the imperial capital, word spread that Princess Chu Yang, who had just returned from mourning, died suddenly of a heart attack.
This news, as if someone was behind the scenes, spread like crazy, and soon spread throughout the streets and alleys.
Before returning from mourning, almost no one in the imperial capital knew the princess, and naturally they had no memory of her.
But since the emperor personally went to the Daxiangguo Temple to pay respects to the Empress Dowager, and brought back Princess Chuyang, who had been eating fast and praying to Buddha for three years, everyone realized this loyal and filial princess.
Everyone is praising this princess, but they don't think that just after returning to the palace for half a year, Princess Chu Yang, whose fortune is rare, passed away due to illness.
The emperor was terrified, and decreed to posthumously confer the posthumous title of Princess Chuyang as the eldest princess, with the posthumous title of Qing, which means pure, glorious and beautiful.
Princess Chuyang's funeral was carried out according to the standard of a state funeral. She was buried in the imperial mausoleum and will be worshiped by future generations forever.
On the day of the funeral, the emperor left his early court and presided over the funeral in person.
All the ministers put on mourning clothes and bowed silently.
In the cold wind, the flag of Bai Ji was fluttering, silently, as if mourning this lonely event.
When the funeral was over, snow fell from the sky.
One after another, they fell into the mausoleum, and along with the soil, they were buried underground forever, never to be seen again.
It's like something has melted away forever.
In the distance, when the snow fell, the pure white color fell on the roof of the carriage.
The carriage was extremely warm, and Yun Si was standing outside, wearing a white cloak and standing with her hands folded.
Under the white snow, her appearance completely recovered. She was no longer as delicate and delicate as Chu Yang was before, but changed back to the original gorgeous and unadorned, burning like a flower.
Holding Mrs. Tang in her hand to warm her hands, her plain and alluring face was eclipsed by the fluff.
The mourning horn from a distance resounded through the sky.
Yun Si stood quietly in the snow, looking into the distance.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze fell on an unknown place again.
"You can go to reincarnation."
Her voice is as ethereal as snowflakes, unable to be grasped or touched.
However, a ray of soul hiding in the corner of the wall fluctuated for a while, and quietly poked its head out.
Thirteen-year-old Chu Yang looked like a young girl when he died.
So now, she still looks like a girl, thin and small, with a palm-sized face, only her eyes are big.
She is really timid, so small that even if she knows that she has become a ghost and cannot be seen by others, she still hides tightly and dare not show it.
Like a rabbit, its eyes turn red when it is frightened.
When Yun Si finished speaking, she bit her lip, revealing half of her pale, bloodless face.
Looking at Yun Si cautiously, her little fingers pinched the corner of the wall, where endless coldness fell.
"Thank you."
Her voice was as small as a mosquito, and she stuttered.
Yun Si shook her head and said, "I didn't do anything."
So, she couldn't afford such a thank you.
Yun Si made a trick casually, and saw the dots of light falling on the little soul.
wrapped her, and then a small flower of the other shore bloomed slowly.
Coquettish and coquettish, extremely hot.
Yun Si said: "The messengers will come to you soon, you don't have to be afraid, just follow them."
(end of this chapter)