Lin Qingge had never been hard-hearted, and was even a little soft-hearted.
At this moment, in front of her was a mother who had lost her son. She had even lost her husband invisibly. All the meaning of life was extinguished at this moment.
Not her Holy Mother, it was really hard for her to refuse at this time.
She responded, stepped forward to help Concubine An, and suddenly realized that her body was particularly light under the long sleeves of her broad robe.
At this moment, Lin Qingge felt that their suspicion of Concubine An was too exaggerated.
The person she is supporting now is not a noble concubine at all, but a mother who has lost her son. She is sad and desperate. How can she have any scheming at all?
"Your Majesty is so sad. Your Highness would be uneasy if you knew it." She comforted her softly, "I believe that Your Highness's spirit in heaven will definitely pray for your Majesty, and may your wishes come true."
It seemed like comfort, but she believed that Concubine An would understand.
Sure enough, Concubine An held her hand a little tighter, and her eyes were no longer as dark as before, but a little brighter.
They walked all the way to the hall, and Concubine An couldn't help crying as soon as she stood in front of the coffin. Big tears fell down, and she was extremely sad.
His whole body went limp, and he lay down beside the coffin and cried bitterly. The eyes of everyone around him showed that they couldn't bear it, and they all turned their heads away.
In this way, no one noticed that Concubine An took something from the coffin by stroking Zhou Chengzhang.
Just as this action was completed, Han Yue's high-pitched voice sounded outside: "Your Majesty is here!"
Everyone knelt on the ground to welcome Emperor Zhou's arrival.
After Emperor Zhou entered the hall, he reached out to help Concubine An who was crying uncontrollably: "Stop crying, don't let Zhang'er leave without peace of mind."
Concubine An fell into Emperor An's arms with red eyes. Others seemed to think they had a deep relationship, but Lin Qingge felt it was extremely hypocritical.
If Emperor Zhou was really worried about Concubine An, he would not have turned a blind eye to her plea that day.
Even though Zhou Chengzhang's death was not innocent, it was impossible to clear Emperor Zhou's name.
It can only be said that like father, like son, neither is a good thing.
Lin Qingge watched coldly, seeming to be looking forward to the next scene.
I just don’t know if Concubine An will really feel happy after she gets her wish?
Emperor Zhou supported Concubine An and stood in front of the coffin. After saying a few words of courtesy, he waved the ceremony officer to continue, and they prepared to return to the palace.
I don't want Xuanping Hou An to walk out knowingly: "Your Majesty, once His Highness leaves, heaven and earth will be separated forever, and the relationship between mother and son in this life will be cut off. It is better for the Queen to stay here and spend more time with His Highness."
Emperor Zhou frowned and looked at An Mingzhi with a bit of dissatisfaction: "An Aiqing, Zhang'er is young and energetic, and he is somewhat willful on weekdays. As an uncle, you have not fulfilled your responsibilities as an elder. ah."
This sentence almost made Lin Qingge laugh out loud.
What are the responsibilities of elders?
He was a father who failed to teach his son well, so he blamed his uncle?
She finally understood why the Lin family believed that she was at fault until their death. This was the standard problem of the upper beam being out of alignment and the lower beam being crooked.
All mistakes must be blamed on others, how can you let yourself get stuck in the mud?
Lin Qingge lowered her head, not letting anyone see the expression on her face.
She sympathizes with Zhou Chengzhang now. It is not entirely his fault that he has become such a ruthless and calculating person. With such a mentally disturbed father, it is only wonder that there is no problem with his brain circuit!
I wonder if An Mingzhi was dissatisfied with Emperor Zhou because of An Heng's becoming a monk.
An Mingzhi, who has always been low-key, never backed down and continued: "Your Majesty, there is an old saying, 'It is the father's fault if a son fails to teach'. Your Highness's problem does not seem to lie with the veteran."
"What do you mean?"
Emperor Zhou's deep voice also asked the thoughts of everyone present, and everyone's eyes fell on An Mingzhi.
An Heng is very similar to An Mingzhi. His son is handsome and elegant, and his father is also a middle-aged man with a graceful manner.
It is conceivable that twenty years ago, he must have been a famous young man in Kyoto.
The An family's genes are very good. The family is full of handsome men and beautiful women, and everyone is pleasing to the eye.
But now Emperor Zhou no longer finds the An family pleasant, and instead has a strong look of boredom in his eyes.
An knew this but had no intention of giving in. He continued without being humble or arrogant: "I would like to ask His Majesty today, is there any harm to His Majesty?"
"An Mingzhi!" Emperor Zhou's face showed obvious anger, "Today is the day of Zhang'er's funeral. I don't care about you. Someone, take him down!"
"Did your Majesty not argue with the old minister, or did he feel guilty? There was a problem with the money for the disaster relief, and it was right for your Majesty to ask Dali Temple to investigate and deal with it. But His Highness died suddenly in prison, and His Majesty not only did not let anyone investigate thoroughly, but also buried him hastily. Why !”
The voice, which was not too high, sounded particularly loud at this time.
Especially when paired with An Mingzhi's serious and unyielding face, he really looked a bit like an unyielding minister and a fatuous emperor.
Emperor Zhou squinted his eyes and after sizing up An Mingzhi, the anger on his face dissipated and he sneered: "It seems that you are well prepared today."
He turned around and sat on the chair, looking coldly at everyone present.
Wherever he looked, everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him.
Lin Qingge didn't pretend to be the first person, and kept his head down.
Finally, Emperor Zhou's eyes fell on An Mingzhi: "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to ask why your Majesty does this to His Highness!"
"I promised to bury him with royal rites. Are you still dissatisfied?"
"This is what Your Highness should have!"
Emperor Zhou said nothing and waved to Han Yue.
He immediately understood and stepped forward: "Qi King Zhou Chengzhang exchanged the disaster relief silver and regarded human life as nothing. He poisoned the third prince and murdered his brother. The crime is true and he should be executed!"
When the last two words were spoken, Concubine An's expression changed.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Emperor Zhou: "Your Majesty, do you really want to treat Zhang'er like this?"
"You raised a good son, what has he done, do you, the mother-in-law, know?" He looked at her and sneered, "And today, your brother is attacking me, you won't say you don't know, right? "
At the end, he sneered, as if he didn't want to pay attention.
Concubine An opened her eyes wide, and the tears in her eyes seemed to have dried up at this moment: "Zhang'er is no longer here, where is the irrefutable proof? Also, even if Zhang'er really did this, he was murdered in prison. , as his father, don’t you have any compassion at all?”
"He deserves it."
"Then what are you!"
As Concubine An scolded her, she suddenly pulled out the dagger from her sleeve and held it at Emperor An's throat: "It was you who harmed Zhang'er. You are stupid and incompetent, and you are not worthy of being emperor!"
