Chapter 262
In the end, the emperor handed the matter over to the Ministry of Personnel for review and recommendation, and discussed it another day.
Although Xie Qi'an is the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, he is also the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. The Minister of Civil Affairs is loyal to the emperor and will not be partial.
After the dispersion of the dynasty, Cao Qian and his party went directly to Cao Mansion to discuss matters.
"Duan Shangshu is stubborn and rigid, so starting from him will definitely not work."
"Then we can only start with Mr. Xie."
"But Minister Xie is the brother of Concubine Xie, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to persuade him."
The feud between the Cao and Xie families was well known throughout the court.
Several people looked at Cao Qian and sighed in embarrassment.
Cao Qian said solemnly: "We can't, but Your Highness can."
"Furthermore, Duan Shangshu is fair, so the possibility of directly recommending Li Xu is very high."
Li Xu is the young minister of Dali Temple. He has served under Sun Hechuan for many years and has performed his duties impeccably.
"What Mr. Cao said makes sense."
Of course, to be on the safe side, you still need to be prepared.
The sun was still shining brightly on the earth, the dazzling white silk swayed in the wind, and the white lanterns on the corridor swayed gently.
The servants of the Sun Mansion were busy coming and going, and their faces were gloomy.
Today was Sun Yijun's return day, but no one expected that it would become Sun Hechuan's death day.
Red silk is replaced by white silk, and a happy day becomes a mourning day.
King Rong personally picked out a fine nanmu coffin and placed it in the mourning hall of Sun Mansion.
Sun Hechuan, who had put on his shroud, lay quietly inside.
After waking up, grandma put on mourning clothes and lay on the coffin, looking at the person in the coffin and crying.
Sun Yijun and Yu Yuan, wearing linen and filial piety, knelt in front of the soul and threw the paper money into the brazier one by one.
"Yijun, be careful." Suddenly, Yu Yuan grabbed Sun Yijun's hand back.
Sun Yijun was so careless that he was almost burned by the fire several times.
Yu Yuan accompanied her and stared at her, not daring to blink.
Yu Zheng, Yu Lan and others who came to pay homage were worried when they saw her appearance.
Yu Lan was worried about Sun Yijun and did not leave after the memorial ceremony, but stayed with her.
But Sun Yijun looked dull, ignored anyone who spoke to her, and refused to eat or drink.
Until evening, Sun Yijun had not eaten any water or rice all day and night, and he knelt down in front of the soul and fainted.
"Yijun!" Yu Lan exclaimed.
Yu Yuan, who was standing by, quickly took Sun Yijun back to his room and asked the government doctor to examine him.
After diagnosing her pulse, the doctor said: "The imperial concubine is too sad, mentally exhausted, and has not taken any water, rice or rest for a long time, and her physical strength is exhausted. She must eat and drink immediately after she wakes up, otherwise the gods will not be able to continue like this."
"I understand." Yu Yuan responded in a deep voice.
"I have never seen Yijun behave like this." Yu Lan held Sun Yijun's hand and felt distressed and uncomfortable looking at her pale little face.
Yu Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "It's getting late. Sister Huang, please go back first. I will take good care of her."
"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow." Yu Lan knew it was useless for her to stay.
After Yu Lan left, Yu Yuan ordered his servants to prepare porridge and asked his maid to make ginseng tea.
Sun Yijun was still asleep and couldn't drink, so Yu Yuan drank ginseng tea and fed her.
After a cup of ginseng tea, Sun Yijun's lips were no longer dry and white.
Yu Yuan took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, hugged her and closed his eyes.
From yesterday to now, Yu Yuan has been accompanying Sun Yijun and never closed his eyes.
He didn't know when Sun Yijun would wake up, but he knew that he had to take care of himself first before he could take care of Sun Yijun.
The candles in the room were always burning. At midnight, Sun Yijun woke up from a nightmare.
"father!"
Sun Yijun cried out sadly, and burst into tears as soon as he opened his eyes.
Yu Yuan woke up with a start, hugged her and comforted her warmly.
"I want to stay with dad." Sun Yijun lifted the quilt and got out of bed, heading to the mourning hall.
But she was so weak that she fell to the ground as soon as she got out of bed, unable to stand up even while holding on to the edge of the bed.
"Yijun." Yu Yuan hugged her back to the bed and shouted outside the room.
The maid opened the door and entered the house, bringing porridge and food.
Yu Yuan took it and fed it to Sun Yijun.
Looking down at the porridge brought to his mouth, Sun Yijun frowned and said in a weak voice, "I can't eat it."
Yu Yuan said softly: "Yijun, my father-in-law is gone, but I still need to take care of the funeral, and my mother-in-law also needs your support and support. If you don't eat, your body won't be able to bear it."
He knew she couldn't eat, but she had to eat even if she couldn't.
Thinking of his parents, Sun Yijun shed tears again silently.
But she opened her mouth and swallowed the porridge fed by Yu Yuan.
The fragrant and delicious meat porridge had no taste in Sun Yijun's mouth, and he could only chew and swallow numbly.
Yu Yuan knew that she was feeling uncomfortable, so he didn't force himself to do anything else. After feeding her a bowl of porridge, he also ate a bowl himself.
"I'm full, can I go and accompany dad?" Sun Yijun asked with red and swollen eyes.
Yu Yuan coaxed patiently: "Yijun, sleep a little longer, and I will accompany you at dawn. During the day, relatives and friends come to pay their respects, and my mother-in-law cannot handle it alone."
Yu Yuan's words made sense. After hearing this, Sun Yijun meekly lay down and closed his eyes again.
