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Early the next morning, in the ancestral hall of Prince Jing's Mansion, Master Yao stood quietly in front of the tablet of Murong Xuanyi's mother. His grief was beyond words, and tears kept sliding down his cheeks. He raised his hand tremblingly and gently stroked the tablet.

He murmured to himself, "Tongtong, my son, Daddy is here to see you."

Yao Shutong's three brothers also stood quietly by, their faces full of grief. Their furrowed brows and red eyes all told of the sorrow in their hearts.

When Yao Shutong got into trouble, Mr. Yao's family happened to be convicted, and they were exiled to the extremely cold place in the northwest before they even had the chance to see her for the last time.

Murong Xuanyi silently accompanied his grandfather, listening to the words filled with sorrow and longing. His throat seemed to be choked by something and his eyes were red, but he forced himself not to let the tears fall, fearing that his emotions would make his grandfather even more sad.

After a long time, Master Yao slowly put down his hand, gently wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, turned to look at Murong Xuanyi, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of vicissitudes:

"Xuan Yi, over the years, every time Grandpa thinks about not being able to see your mother for the last time, his heart feels like being stabbed by a knife."

Murong Xuanyi hurried forward to support Master Yao and comforted him softly, "Grandfather, the past cannot be changed. Mother is in heaven and must be hoping that you can live peacefully and happily in the future. Now that you have been vindicated and returned to the capital, we still have a long time to live together as a family."

The eldest son also stepped forward and said, "Dad, don't worry too much. Your health is the most important thing. If my sister knew about this, she wouldn't want to see you so sad."

The other two sons also came forward to comfort him.

Master Yao nodded slightly, sighed deeply, and looked back at the tablet. He seemed to be lost in deep memories, and slowly said:

"When your sister was little, she loved chasing butterflies in the mansion's garden. Her laughter was so clear and sweet that the whole mansion was filled with her joy. She was a kind and sensible child. Oh, if she had not entered the palace, it would have been much better."

At this point, Mr. Yao's voice gradually choked up again.

The Yao family had had male heirs for several generations, but in his generation, they finally had a girl, who was like the apple of the family's eye. They held her in their hands for fear of dropping her, and held her in their mouths for fear of melting her.

Murong Xuanyi took out a divorce letter from a box next to the tablet and said, "Grandfather, uncle, I haven't had time to tell you yet, this is my mother's divorce letter."

When they heard Murong Xuanyi say this, they were all stunned, and then their eyes fell on the divorce letter, their eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Master Yao was the first to come back to his senses. He took the divorce agreement with trembling hands, examined it carefully, and asked with a hint of disbelief in his voice, "Xuan Yi, where... where did this come from?"

Murong Xuanyi frowned slightly and said slowly: "Grandfather, this is the divorce agreement signed by the emperor. From now on, my mother is no longer a member of the royal family."

After hearing this, Master Yao actually showed a relieved smile on his face, and said repeatedly: "Good, good... In this way, my Tongtong can finally escape the cage of the palace and rest in peace." He looked up at the tablet and burst into tears again.

Murong Xuanyi continued, "I have planned to move my mother's grave back to Jiangnan after some time and bury her by the West Lake, next to the young master of the Chen family."

Hearing Murong Xuanyi's words, several people were dumbfounded for a moment, "Moving the grave? How could the emperor easily agree to this?"

After all, this was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the royal family, and it was tantamount to announcing to the world that the emperor not only became the first person to be divorced, but was also divorced by a deceased person. Such a great humiliation was truly unimaginable.

Master Yao's brows, which had been relaxed a little, knitted tightly again, and he looked thoughtful, and slowly said: "Xuan Yi, this matter of moving the grave is of great importance. We certainly want Tongtong's soul to return to her homeland, but if we cause a conflict with the royal family because of this, the consequences will be disastrous."

Murong Xuanyi lowered his head slightly, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes. He looked at Master Yao and said in a resolute tone:

"Grandfather, don't worry. Since I have decided to do this, I have already come up with a plan to deal with it." He didn't want to say too much to his grandfather.

Master Yao looked at Murong Xuanyi's resolute look, feeling both relieved and distressed. He sighed and said:

"Xuan Yi, your filial piety and determination really touch your grandfather. But you must remember that no matter what the outcome is, your safety is the most important. Our family has finally been reunited, and we can't let anything go wrong."

Murong Xuanyi hurriedly said, "Grandfather, I understand. I will protect myself and ensure that my mother's grave is moved smoothly."

Several people stayed in the ancestral hall for more than an hour before leaving.

Murong Xuanyi looked at Master Yao and said softly, "Grandfather, you and your uncles have gone through many hardships over the years. Now that you have finally returned to the capital, you should settle down in Prince Jing's Mansion. We will buy a house next to our mansion for you and your uncles someday, so that you can live more comfortably."

Master Yao shook his head slowly and said, "Xuan, the main reason we came to the capital this time is to see you and to pay respects to your mother's tablet to get rid of the long-standing concern in our hearts. Now that our wish has been fulfilled, we plan to return to Jiangnan after we have rested. When people get old, it is always hard to leave their hometown."

Several sons beside him also nodded, and the eldest uncle continued, "Xuan Yi, Dad is right. We have already discussed this matter on the way to Beijing. Although Beijing is good, it is not our real roots after all. The mountains and rivers of Jiangnan and the familiar neighbors are where we want to go back to. There, we can truly live a comfortable and carefree life."

The other two brothers also echoed, their eyes full of longing and yearning for their hometown. They have experienced many ups and downs, and now they feel more and more that only the warm land of their hometown can comfort their tired bodies and minds and heal the pain they have suffered over the years.

Murong Xuanyi listened to the words of his grandfather and uncles. Although he was reluctant to leave, he also understood that their attachment to their homeland was irreplaceable, so he nodded slightly and said:

"Grandfather, uncles, since you have made up your mind, Xuan Yi will naturally respect your decision. However, the journey from the capital to Jiangnan is long, and we still need to make many preparations along the way. You should stay for a while longer."

Master Yao patted Murong Xuanyi on the shoulder with satisfaction and said:

"Xuan Yi, your kindness will satisfy me. We are not delicate people, so we just need to be careful on the way. But after returning to Jiangnan, you must write to me often to let us know your recent situation."

Murong Xuanyi quickly responded, "Of course, Grandfather, rest assured, I will write to you frequently to let you know what's going on here. If you need anything, just write to me and I will do my best to help you."