Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1715

The woman had never seen such a scene before. She was originally standing in the crude mourning shed, but now she was far away. She retreated so far outside the shed that her knees weakened and she knelt on the ground, her voice trembling, "We respectfully welcome Her Royal Highness the Princess."

The maid put away the green umbrella, revealing a plain white cloth canopy opened above her head, blocking out the sound of the dripping rain.

Princess Haiyan didn't even glance at the woman, she just said to Chi Shuang gently, "No need to be polite." She paused slightly when her eyes swept across the empty coffin, her crow-like eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes, "I am here by the emperor's order to pay tribute to the fallen soldiers in Guicheng."

The accompanying guards marched forward holding gilded sacrificial vessels. Amid the flickering of incense and candles, Shi Anxia slowly walked towards the coffin.

Her bulging belly made her movements a little slow, but it did not reduce her dignity at all. Hong Que hurried forward to support her, but she gently waved her hand to stop him.

She took the three incense sticks, her fingertips trembling slightly, but she still straightened her back and bowed solemnly three times.

The guards and maids behind her all knelt on the ground, and she was the only one standing quietly. Her moon-white sleeves fluttered slightly in the wind, making her expression even more solemn.

After the worship, Shi Anxia looked at Chi Shuang and said, "Miss Chi, your brother is loyal and brave. He is a hero of the North Wing. The court will not forget him. Three days later, all the fallen soldiers will be enshrined in the Martyrs' Shrine, and your brother will be posthumously named Zhaowu Colonel."

Chi Shuang's eyes instantly turned red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, and knelt down again, "Thank you for the grace of the court."

Shi Anxia nodded slightly, and suddenly turned to look at the woman who was shaking like a sieve. "Just now, I was outside the door, and I seemed to hear someone say - if anyone comes to pay their respects, they can use their heads as a stool to sit on?"

When the woman heard this, her whole body trembled violently, her face turned as pale as paper, and her forehead hit the wet ground heavily, splashing tiny dots of mud.

"I lost my mind for a moment and talked nonsense. I beg the princess to forgive me!" Her voice was trembling and out of tune. The mud on her forehead mixed with rain and slid down her cheeks.

The water on the ground had not yet dried up, and the hem of her red dress had long been soaked, sticking to her legs, making her look even more miserable. Her hair was disheveled, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to the side of her neck, which was really miserable.

Shi Anxia lowered her eyes, and gently stroked the intricate dark patterns on her cuffs with her fingertips. She spoke in a leisurely tone, "I think that's a very good point. I will grant your wish today. Come here!"

The guards immediately stepped forward to obey the order.

The woman collapsed all over and almost fainted.

Shi Anxia seemed to have changed her mind and suddenly said, "Forget it. Today is a day to commemorate the dead, so it's not appropriate to shed blood." She paused for a moment, and her tone suddenly turned cold. "However, since you are so ignorant of your words, I will slap you in the face twenty times to serve as a warning to others."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bei Hui stepped forward and gave him a loud slap in the face.

"Snapped--"

The crisp sound of slapping exploded in the silent mourning hall, startling the raindrops on the eaves and shaking them three times.

The woman was trembling all over, but she dared not even utter a word to beg for mercy. She could only bite her bleeding lips tightly and swallow the sobs back into her throat.

After the twenty slaps, the woman's cheeks were already red and swollen like steamed buns, and a bloodstain appeared at the corner of her mouth, mixed with rain water and flowing down.

Her messy hair mixed with mud and water stuck to her face like a broken spider web.

Just when she was trembling and thought that the punishment was over, Shi Anxia suddenly made a soft sound and stroked her white sleeves with her fingertips, "What is the crime of wearing red clothes and disrespecting the dead?"

The voice was neither light nor heavy, but it made the woman's back suddenly tense.

These days, she deliberately wore this bright red dress to show off in front of the mourning hall. There were tacky gold-thread peonies embroidered on the hem of her dress. It was obvious that she was deliberately trying to stab Chi Shuang in the heart.

In such a huge Chi Mansion, who really takes Chi Yue’s death seriously?