"Sima Ying!" Yang Xianrong shouted sharply, "This is not wife-killing and has nothing to do with you!"
She ignored the eyes of others and grabbed Sima Ying's sleeve, "I tell you, life is in the hands of people, only the principle of cause and effect!"
"Yang bleat..." Sima Ying's voice was lower, and only she could hear it, "Why did he die again? Why did he die in the sedan chair again? Why did he look so hideous again?"
"Oh? Was it like this before?" Yang Xianrong seemed to capture something, but it was fleeting. "Zhang Liangxue, please go in and sit down with the prince first. Cuixi, help me!"
At this time, Sima Lun and others had also walked out quickly and stood not far from the sedan chair, but did not come forward. Sima Ying walked over, whispered a few words, and then, accompanied by Zhang Liangxue, entered the main hall.
Sima Lun's face was extremely dark and he didn't know what to say.
Mao Hongbin was already sweating profusely as he maintained order and made the chaotic scene much better. "Your Majesty, the Queen."
"Today...hey, how should we handle this matter?" Sima Lun was very irritated.
"Ah, Xiaohe!" The women's family members began to cry sadly. It seemed that everyone from the Sun family had gotten the news and rushed over. This is a daughter-in-law, and they did not follow her here.
Sun Xiu ran very fast, and behind him were the Sun family's female family members.
"What happened?" He was no longer as elegant as before, and his face was full of panic.
"Hey, what should I say about this?" Sima Lun grinned, "Open the sedan curtain, and this man is dead..."
"How is that possible? When I got on the sedan chair, I was still fine. It's only been less than half an hour!" Sun Xiu wailed. This is his biological granddaughter and the child he loves the most.
The female family members of the Sun family had already burst into tears. Sun Xiaohe's biological mother rushed over like crazy, trying to open the sedan curtain to take a look.
Yang Xianrong shouted again: "Cui Xi, stop her!"
Cuixi was extremely quick and immediately stopped in front of the sedan. Luzhu and Lanxiang all followed and stopped the female relatives who were rushing towards them.
"Sun E, hold on to your mother!" Yang Xianrong shouted again. At this time, her maid alone would not be able to do it, and her family members had to work hard.
Sun E was already in tears and panicked. Now when she heard Yang Xianrong's cry, she trembled all over, reached out and hugged her mother, and shouted urgently: "Mother, mother!"
"No one can open the sedan curtain without my permission! Wait for the widower to come over first!" Yang Xianrong's voice sounded extremely calm amid the cries, and Sima Lun even glanced at her.
Sima Ying's military guards surrounded the sedan chair and Yang Xianrong to ensure her safety.
At this time, Yuan Jianshuo also hurried over and saluted Yang Xianrong, "Queen, my humble duty has evacuated the road outside the door. Please return to the palace first."
This is indeed correct. If something like this happens, the emperor should leave first.
But, can't leave.
"Commander Yuan, please wait a moment." Yang Xianrong looked at the guests who were filing out and the wailing women around her. She pursed her lips and said to Sima Lun, "Your Majesty, the incident happened suddenly. There must always be someone in charge. If the King of Chengdu wants to avoid suspicion, let Master Mao act as the chief first."
"Yes." Sima Lun nodded, "He is also the most suitable candidate."
"Your Majesty." Yang Xianrong's voice softened again, "It's cold here, let's go back and talk first."
"Okay." Looking at Yang Xianrong's stretched out hand, Sima Lun sighed and whispered: "This matter... is difficult to handle."
"Let's go in and talk." Yang Xianrong also lowered his voice and glanced at Mao Hongbin and Yuan Jianshuo, indicating that they should stay here first.
Both men nodded.
The main hall is still decorated with red decorations, and the red candles are burning brightly, but the situation outside the door is already like this, which is really ironic. Sima Ying sat aside with a very sad look on her face. Sima Zhong kept eating the pastries quite happily. When he saw Yang Xianrong and Sima Lun walking in, he asked, "Where is the bride? Why didn't you see her?"
"Your Majesty, the bride is dead." Yang Xianrong told the truth and watched Sima Zhong's reaction nervously.
He was just stunned for a moment before asking: "Dead again? Why are brother Ying's wives all dead?"
After hearing this, Sima Ying's face darkened a lot.
Yang Xianrong sighed, "Your Majesty, although we should go back to the palace now. However, if I want you to sit here for a while, it is also for Brother Ying, okay?"
"Oh, okay. You can say whatever Yang Bieya says." Sima Zhong started eating the pastries again. Zhang Du was afraid that he would choke, so he quickly poured him a cup of hot tea.
Stabilizing the emperor, Yang Xianrong looked at Sima Ying, "I know it's not easy to ask this, but since we are a family behind closed doors, I want to know what happened before?"
"It's just like what they said in the legend. If I suppress my wife's fate, I will marry anyone who will die." Sima Ying sneered twice.
"Wait a minute, no, you still have a concubine who hasn't come in." Yang Xianrong asked, "Are you going to greet her?"
"After this one has finished saluting, go and pick up the other one." Sima Ying frowned, "What, you want me to pick up the other one now?"
"Yes." Yang Xianrong said seriously, "You go out from the back, the emperor and I are here." Then she turned to Sima Lun, "You must be here, you are the backbone."
Looking at Yang Xianrong's little face, Sima Lun nodded.
Zhang Du quickly prepared hot tea for Sima Lun and brought it over respectfully.
"Yuan Jianshuo!" Yang Xianrong shouted out the door again, and Yuan Jianshuo immediately ran in, "Follow the King of Chengdu to meet another bride by the Luo River. No matter what happens, you must stabilize him first and don't let him Anyone touching anything on site.”
"What do you mean?" Sima Ying's eyes flashed with cold light as she stared at Yang Xianrong.
"Isn't that what you think?" Yang Xianrong was not afraid at all, and even straightened his back secretly.
Sima Ying looked at her with shock, doubt, and timidity in her eyes.
"No matter what, you have to go take a look, right?" Yang Xianrong's voice softened a lot, "She traveled thousands of miles to get here. In this ice and snow, you have to give her some dignity, right?"
This sentence really shocked him, and even Yuan Jianshuo on the side lowered his head. "Your Majesty, I will go with you."
"Okay." Sima Ying's festive groom's clothes were really eye-catching at this time, and the red was too bright. When Yang Xianrong watched him go out the back door, he was thinking: Is it so powerful to suppress his wife's fate? Five of them can die?
