After her rebirth, the empress received a tragic and beautiful script.

Like everyone else, Lu Yanchen couldn't seem to see Ye Qinghuai.

This allowed Ye Qinghuai to look at him unscrupulously from only an arm's length away.

The Lu Yanchen sitting on the throne in front of her was completely different from the Lu Yanchen she remembered. It wasn't that he had the majesty or superiority of an emperor, but because Ye Qinghuai felt a dead and decadent feeling from him.

In his past and present lives, Ye Qinghuai had never seen Lu Yanchen so depressed.

Lu Yanchen's pair of dark eyes were like burnt ashes. In Ye Qinghuai's memory, she had only seen this look in one person's eyes, and that was when her father was seriously ill and dying.

It was a feeling of deep despair and powerlessness, as if one foot had already stepped into the gates of hell.

As the emperor, Lu Yanchen's status in the court was also very different from what Ye Qinghuai had expected.

In her previous life, when the rebels were about to attack the capital, Ye Qinghuai knew that she could not escape the fate of martyrdom. After much deliberation, she wrote down the edict that she gave to Lu Yanchen before her death. In the edict, she named Lu Yanchen as a king of a different surname in the capacity of the seventh emperor of Dajing, and passed the jade seal and the throne to Lu Yanchen.

Now that he thought about it, as a king of a fallen country, he had no prestige at all in the eyes of the court officials, and that edict was simply a useless piece of waste paper.

But it was a decision she made sincerely.

It was not because she still had feelings for Lu Yanchen. On the contrary, she hated Lu Yanchen at that time. It can be said that if she were still alive, what she would least want to see was Lu Yanchen, a traitor who betrayed her trust, climbing to a high position.

But as an emperor, Ye Qinghuai had to admit that Lu Yanchen was both civil and military, honest and respectful, kind to the people and loved things. If he were to be a king, he would definitely be a wise king.

So, Ye Qinghuai suppressed the hatred in his heart and wrote the will.

This was the last thing she thought she could do for Dajing at that time.

But Lu Yanchen, who was sitting on the throne before him, was far from the image of a wise king in Ye Qinghuai's mind.

He was taciturn and rarely participated in court discussions.

If I must say, it is a bit like Ye Qinghuai's appearance in the court before, an outsider.

It was not until the court officials shifted the topic to Lu Yanchen and mentioned that the cost of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for purchasing and transporting black ice for the harem this summer far exceeded the budget and hoped that the emperor could exercise restraint that Lu Yanchen spoke.

"I have already told the Ministry of Internal Affairs that if the budget is insufficient, the state banquets for Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Eve can be simplified. If that is still not enough, the treasures in the seven departments and three courtyards can be sold."

Ye Qinghuai was shocked when he heard this.

This is indeed the speech of a tyrant.

State banquets and celebrations are the face of the royal family, and the treasures of the Imperial Household Department are the symbol of national strength. Yet he talked about buying and selling so lightly.

Sure enough, some ministers immediately stood up to oppose it.

"Your Majesty, the dead cannot be resurrected. Emperor Jingmin was foolish and caused great harm to the country during his lifetime, but after his death, he is going to waste the people's money and resources?"

Lu Yanchen, who had been as silent as a pool of stagnant water, suddenly raised his hand and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist. He raised his eyes and looked at the minister who had spoken. There was no longer the deathly aura of the annihilation of all things in his eyes, but a chilling murderous aura.

For a moment, the air in the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony seemed to turn cold, and the whispers of the ministers could no longer be heard.

Ye Qinghuai had never seen Lu Yanchen's eyes like this before. Even though she was just an invisible spirit, that look made her feel scared. She suddenly remembered the first time she saw Tao Yuan in Huisheng Pawnshop, when he teleported her to the side with a dagger against her throat. At that time, Tao Yuan's eyes were the same as Lu Yanchen's now.

That's a murderous look.

"Your Majesty has been frugal and self-disciplined since he ascended the throne. He has neither repaired the palace nor has a large number of concubines. He even has only a few sets of clothes for the four seasons. Even if he uses more Xuanbing, what's the problem? How can it be said to be a waste of money and labor? Lord Yin is exaggerating." Wen Xinzhong immediately stepped forward to smooth things over. It can be seen that the him in the dream is exactly the same as the him in reality.

After he smoothed things over, the atmosphere in the hall relaxed and no one mentioned the matter again.

Lu Yanchen also remained silent until the meeting was over.

After the meeting, Lu Yanchen left the Hall of Supreme Harmony accompanied by the eunuchs.

Ye Qinghuai followed them and returned to the emperor's bedroom along the familiar road.

But this place was not called Jingshou Palace at that time, but was renamed Qianyuan Palace.

However, apart from the name of the palace plaque being changed, the furnishings in the courtyard remained the same. Whether it was the crape myrtle tree in the courtyard that was always used by magpies to build nests, or the unpopular red plum tree in the corner, or the stone tables and benches in the courtyard, they were all exactly the same as when Ye Qinghuai was emperor.

In this palace where everything has changed and the people have changed, the scene before Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt a sense of warmth and nostalgia.

After returning to the palace, Lu Yanchen had no interest in the courtyard scenery. He walked straight to a guard and asked, "Did Tao Erlong send back any news?"

The guard paused, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, there is still no answer."

Lu Yanchen seemed to sigh silently.

"You all can go down." He waved his hand, indicating that the guards and eunuchs did not need to accompany him anymore.

After the people in the courtyard dispersed, he stayed in the courtyard for a while, but did not go into the main hall to rest. Instead, he turned and walked into the Qinxian Hall on the left.

Ye Qinghuai quickly followed.

The Qinxian Hall in the dream seemed to no longer be called Qinxian Hall. The plaque that originally had the name of Qinxian Hall inscribed on it was now an empty plaque with a blue background and gold edges, with no inscription on it.

The moment Lu Yanchen opened the door of the palace, an extremely cold mist immediately surged out like a torrent.

Ye Qinghuai looked into the hall and was stunned.

It was no longer the Qinxian Hall. All the rafters and grilles used as partitions in the room were removed, and the outer hall and the inner tea room and study were completely connected to form a huge room. The walls of the room were filled with huge blocks of ice as high as the roof, and there were some spare huge blocks of ice piled in groups on the floor. There were no doors or windows in the whole room except for this door used for entering and exiting. The thickened mud walls were covered with furs, and the space between the furs and the walls was filled with cotton wool, as if they were afraid that a trace of heat would get into this dark room.

In this early autumn when there is still some summer heat, this hall seems to be filled with the cold and gloomy atmosphere of the coldest months of winter.

When the fog cleared, Ye Qinghuai saw that in the middle of the room stood a huge crystal coffin made of black ice that had not melted for thousands of years. At the four corners of the coffin stood four small eternal lamps, and the lamp plates were filled with whale oil.

Ye Qinghuai couldn't help but sigh: Wow, the Qinxian Hall has been transformed into a tomb mourning hall.

After Lu Yanchen stepped into the room, he turned around and closed the door.

Ye Qinghuai quickly followed him in the moment he closed the door.

She walked to the crystal clear coffin with some curiosity and looked down.

At one glance, she gasped in shock.

The body lying in the crystal coffin was none other than her own. (End of this chapter)