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Chapter 127 Your Majesty, etiquette cannot be abolished!
"Haha," Chu Qingzhao glanced coldly at the Third Prince's corpse lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and sneered, "I thought you loved your son so much that you even killed so many people for him, even my father's concubines. But now it seems that you are just that. Look, now that he is of no use to you, you just throw him to the ground and leave him alone. Tsk tsk tsk!"

When it comes to stabbing people with a knife, Chu Qingzhao is qualified. Concubine Feng followed his gaze and saw her son lying on the ground with his eyes staring blankly. For some reason, she suddenly felt very weak in her heart, and for a moment she was a little afraid to look at him.

"Hahaha..." Chu Qingzhao felt extremely happy when he saw this and laughed out loud towards the sky.

“You, you…”

"Can you say anything else besides 'you, you,'? Do you still remember what you did to my mother and me when I was a child?" He suddenly put the stopper in the small porcelain bottle in his hand back into his sleeve pocket without any warning, then leaned over and asked.

When Concubine Feng heard what he said, many past events suddenly flooded into her mind and her face turned pale.

Chu Qingzhao nodded in understanding, "It seems like he remembers it. That's easy to handle."

"What are you going to do to me?" Seeing that his face became gloomy and even had a hint of madness, Concubine Feng couldn't help but feel timid, and moved back little by little with her butt rubbing against the ground.

"What? Are you scared?" Chu Qingzhao took a vicious step forward, completely exceeding the distance she had moved away, and got closer to her, his face almost in front of her.

"You, what do you want?" Concubine Feng looked around and saw that all the guards around her were standing there with their eyes straight ahead. No one even looked at her. The fear in her heart became even greater. After all, she remembered everything she had done and the methods she had used.

"Nothing, I just wanted to give you a taste of what happened to my mother and me." Chu Qingzhao really enjoyed seeing her apprehensive expression. He studied Concubine Feng's face carefully, then stood up straight after a long pause. He waved over two guards and said, "Your Majesty has ordered that Concubine Feng be thrown into the Heavenly Prison first. We will make a final decision after we have sent the late Emperor to the Imperial Mausoleum."

"Yes!" The guards answered loudly, reached out to pick up Concubine Feng, and carried her on both sides towards the sky prison.

"Let me go, please let me go. I am the imperial concubine. How dare you touch my body? This is insubordination. Do you want to die?" Imperial Concubine Feng struggled frantically, kicking, biting and cursing. However, how could she, who had been pampered for a long time, match the strength of the muscular guards? In the end, she was dragged away unwillingly.

"Does your Highness the Second Prince feel that the hatred in his heart has lessened a little?" A gentle voice sounded beside him. Chu Qingzhao withdrew his gaze from the sky and turned to look at the person who came. "Prince Dingguo!"

Mo Ziyuan nodded, "Yes, your humble servant."

"But is my royal brother going to punish me?"

Mo Ziyuan shook his head and took a set of mourning clothes from the guard behind him and handed it to him. "Your Majesty, please invite His Royal Highness the Second Prince into the palace. We have an important matter to discuss. Please change into your mourning clothes and follow me!"

"Haha," Chu Qingzhao smiled lightly and obediently followed Mo Ziyuan to the side hall. After changing into mourning clothes, he came to the main hall.

Luquan Palace has been set up as a mourning hall, with a yellow dragon curtain covering the side and white silk curtains on both sides. The old emperor's cypress coffin is placed in the middle, and in front of it is a rosewood couch covered with the finest yellow brocade embroidered dragon mattress. In front of the couch is a rosewood altar, on which are placed silver incense tripods, stoves and vases. In front of the altar are incense tables, incense burners, incense boxes, spoons, chopsticks, bottles, etc. There are also breakfast and evening tables and fruit tables in front of the coffin on both sides.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, as the heir to the throne, has already changed into mourning clothes and is kneeling before the coffin.

Seeing this, Chu Qingzhao knelt diagonally behind Chu Qingye.

"I know what you desire in your heart, and I also know what you want. But now is not the time. Let's send our father off first!" The prince's clear and elegant voice came from the front. Chu Qingzhao opened his mouth to say something, but finally swallowed it and said "hmm" in a muffled voice.

According to ancestral rules, the deceased emperor's coffin must remain in the palace for twenty-seven days. During this time, all princes and ministers must enter the palace to pay their respects to the deceased emperor's remains, and the successor emperor and his sons must perform the grand coffin ceremony. Officials from the Ministry of Rites have issued an edict declaring a nationwide mourning period. For a hundred days, officials and civilians are prohibited from engaging in entertainment, for forty-nine days from slaughtering animals, and for a month from marriage.

Although all procedures of the late emperor's funeral were handled by the Ministry of Rites, the prince could only sleep for less than two hours a day during these days. After the late emperor's coffin was sent to the imperial mausoleum, he lost a lot of weight and fell ill that night.

The disease came on with great force and lasted for nearly a month before it slowly began to improve.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's health had just improved and he was able to attend court. The ministers began to anxiously ask him when he planned to hold the coronation ceremony. After all, the country could not be without a king for a day, so this was not a big deal.

Chu Qingye also knew that this matter could not be delayed, but there was always a knot in his heart that he could not get over. His father told him before his death that in the royal family, there could not be true feelings between the monarch and his subjects, father and son. The throne was supreme, but also lonely. He had absolute power but could not live as he pleased. This was the helplessness and sadness of being an emperor.

But he didn't want to do that, and he felt that his younger brothers didn't really want to fight for that position, but they knew in their hearts that if they didn't fight for it, then what would be waiting for them after the new emperor ascended the throne would definitely not be a good ending.

If it were just them, it would be fine, but they have already started families, and the life and death of their entire family depends on one of them. Even if they don't want to fight, they have to.

He wanted to change this situation, but he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.

"Your Majesty, the prince of Dingguo requests to see you." Eunuch Liang walked in and said to Chu Qingye.

"Call him in." Chu Qingye said with energy.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After a while, Mo Ziyuan walked in.

"I have met His Majesty!"

"It's just the two of us now, you don't have to be so polite."

"Your Majesty, courtesy cannot be abandoned."

Chu Qingye felt helpless and powerless about this. The person who was just joking with him the day before had created an insurmountable gap between them the next day. This made him find it very difficult to accept. Could it be that his father was really right? As long as he held this position, he was destined to be lonely for the rest of his life?

"Okay, what brings you to see me?" Too lazy to waste words on this, he simply asked Mo Ziyuan why he came.

"Your Majesty, now that everything has been settled, when do you plan to bring the little grandson back to the capital?" Mo Ziyuan hadn't seen Lin Xin for more than half a year and missed her very much. After thinking it over, he couldn't help but use the little grandson as an excuse.

"Yes, it's time to bring him back. I wonder if he still remembers me as his father."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Miss Lin asked Yi Chen to paint a portrait of Your Majesty. She will take it out and show it to the little grandson every few days. She will tell him that this is his father and that his father is doing something great that will benefit the country and the people. He will come to pick him up when it is done." Mo Ziyuan said.