The eldest lady is both a doctor and a warrior, they love her so much

In the palace, in the royal study.

Ye Qingyao looked at Ye Lanting, who was kneeling on the ground crying and had no image at all, and his brows were furrowed so hard that it seemed as if he could pinch a fly to death.

"She died less than half a year after she came to your house. How can I explain this to the Emperor of the Great Chu? Where can I go to give her a sister as compensation?"

Ye Qingyao held the teacup tightly in his hand with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush it. He really wanted to smash the teacup onto Ye Lanting, but after lifting it up, he did not let it fall.

Seeing him crying so sadly, Ye Qingyao always felt that his expression of fear was greater than sadness.

When he thought of the deceased Concubine Li, Ye Qingyao sighed.

After all, he was his father, so in the end he did not really throw the teacup in his hand.

"I will send someone to help you with the funeral, and I will personally write a letter to send to the Great Chu State. As for the follow-up... you should not leave the house recently, just stay in the house! Just think of it as keeping vigil for Qingyao."

After a long while, Ye Qingyao finally spoke.

"Yes, Father, I will return home right away!"

Ye Lanting found that not only was he not punished, but there was even someone to help take care of the funeral. He was so happy. But he couldn't show it, otherwise he would be exposed. He quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up immediately. Seeing Ye Qingyao waved his hand, he turned and left.

Li Ruhai, who had been waiting at the door, saw that Ye Lanting had left, so he walked in with his body hunched.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, please go to bed and rest early!" Li Ruhai reminded softly.

Ye Qingyao heard this and waved his hands impatiently, saying, "With such a serious incident happening right now, how do you think I can rest in peace? Let me ask you, what was the expression on his face when he left just now?"

After hearing this, Li Ruhai's heart skipped a beat. For a moment he was at a loss to understand Ye Qingyao's thoughts.

He could only try to recall what he had just seen, and then he answered carefully: "Your Majesty, I just took a quick glance at him at that time, and it seemed that Prince Yihe seemed to be relieved."

"Relieved? You should be relieved! After all, I didn't punish him this time. Never mind, let's not worry about it for now. Grind some ink for me. I want to write a letter to my country right away."

Ye Qingyao said as he walked to the table and sat down.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of complicated feelings the emperor of the Great Chu would have when he received this letter.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Ruhai responded hurriedly, then skillfully picked up the inkstone and began to grind ink.

Li Ruhai has followed Ye Qingyao for many years and knows the emperor's temperament very well.

At this moment, he knew very well that it would be better for him to say less, so as not to say the wrong thing and anger the emperor, which would bring him trouble.

However, looking at Ye Qingyao's slightly tired and worried face, Li Ruhai was actually secretly worried about him deep in his heart.

Ye Qingyao has many sons, but only a few of them can really make a difference and accomplish great things.

And now, there is not even a child that he can rely on and trust around him...

Everyone had originally thought that the ascension of the new emperor of the Great Chu Kingdom would cause many incidents, but they never expected that the emperor would send a princess to marry in order to seek peace.

In this way, the situation between the two countries has been eased to a great extent.

But who could have expected that in less than half a year, the princess who came from afar to marry would die!

Oh, it’s so annoying!

You see, His Majesty's hair has turned a lot gray due to worry about this matter.

And there has been no news from the Third Prince who is far away from home, which is really worrying.

Li Ruhai was thinking too much and too complicated, so he didn't even hear Ye Qingyao's words asking him to stop and rest.

"Ruhai, that's enough." Ye Qingyao raised his voice and repeated it. This last shout finally brought him back to reality from his chaotic thoughts.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was distracted just now." Li Ruhai came back to his senses as if waking from a dream, and as he spoke, he pretended to kneel down and apologize.

"Forget it, forget it. You are already this old. If you feel that you are running out of energy and unable to do what you want, then you should quickly train a capable successor! When the time is right, you can go with me to the palace to enjoy your old age!"

Although Ye Qingyao said this, he knew very well in his heart that someone might not be willing to take over the affairs so quickly!

Oh, it’s really worrying!

Although he has many sons, only a few of them can really shoulder the responsibility and make achievements, and none of them are around.

Somehow, Ye Qingyao suddenly thought of Hua Xin.

"Send someone to find out what Xinxin is doing! If there is nothing else, let her bring the children to the palace to play for a few days! Oh, and have someone clean up the Glass Palace."

Although Li Ruhai didn't know why Ye Qingyao suddenly mentioned Hua Xin again, he still did as he was told.

"Yes."

The Prince Yihe's Palace was shrouded in a heavy and depressing atmosphere at this moment.

The raging fire engulfed the courtyard where Princess Chu Qingyao lived.

Such a big event naturally became a hot topic of discussion among the people of Mingdu after dinner.

After just one night, this earth-shaking event swept through the entire imperial city like a hurricane, and everyone in the streets and alleys knew about it.

The team sent by the palace to help was so huge that it was astonishingly large.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Prince Yihe's Palace seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white mourning clothes, appearing particularly solemn and dignified.

Inside the palace, every corner was filled with grief and sorrow.

The funeral of Princess Yihe Chu Qingyao is proceeding in an orderly manner according to strict etiquette procedures.

Without exception, everyone in the palace was dressed in pure white clothes, with expressions of grief that were difficult to conceal on their faces.

Inside the mourning hall, Chu Qingyao's body lay quietly in a luxurious coffin. Because she was devoured by the fire and her face was completely disfigured, her coffin was closed.

The coffin was surrounded by flowers and all kinds of precious offerings, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Yihe Wang Yelan stood alone in front of the coffin, his body trembling slightly, his face full of sadness, his eyes red and swollen, and tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably.

The servants in the mansion were like ants on a hot pan, hurriedly shuttling back and forth between the rooms.

Some were busy setting up the mourning hall, some were carefully preparing funeral items, and others were responsible for entertaining guests who came to pay their respects.