Everyone present was stunned and looked at the faces of Prince Mongolia and Ji Wanrong.
Mo Jiecheng thought of what happened that night, and suddenly understood why Ji Wanrong had to wear a veil.
His hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, and his heart was sweating for Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong paused, then stopped naturally, and looked at the Mongolian prince calmly.
"Prince of Mongolia? What are you doing?" Ji Wanrong's voice came out through the veil. It sounded low and somewhat different from before.
"My king...I think you look very familiar. I think you have seen it somewhere before?"
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he immediately smiled: "Perhaps it's because this county master has a popular face, which looks familiar to the Mongolian prince."
The Mongol prince shook his head.
"No, it's not a public face. You are very beautiful, just like we have met somewhere before, but I have no memory of you."
After the Mongolian prince said this, the personal Mongolian attendant behind him felt a little strange.
I’ve seen it before! His master specially invited County Master Qinghui to the mansion that day, and fell asleep early afterwards.
Why did the prince say such things now?
How strange!
Ji Wanrong looked at the Mongolian attendant's unpredictable expression on one side and knew what he was thinking.
But instead of denying it, she calmly admitted the matter: "We have met before, and the Mongolian prince can't even remember this? This makes me sad."
The Mongolian prince stared at Ji Wanrong's face and shook his head blankly: "Can you please also ask the county master to take off the veil?"
Just when Ji Wanrong was about to use the excuse of allergies to refuse, he saw a tall figure squeeze in front of him.
Mo Jiecheng stepped forward and stood in front of Ji Wanrong, blocking the Mongolian prince's view. The hand behind his back pinched Ji Wanrong's arm, interrupting her words.
"County Master Qinghui has an allergy on his face. It's not convenient for him to see people or take off his veil."
"... As for you, of course I have met you. Prince, do you still remember the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet? County Princess Qinghui also attended that day, but at that time she still participated as my princess..."
When Mo Jiecheng said this, he lowered his head slightly and his eyes dimmed, looking very sad.
no no.
Not at the palace banquet, the Mongolian prince felt that he must have seen these dazzling eyes in other places.
The feeling of looking into these eyes made him feel a little dreamlike: "Perhaps County Master Qinghui and I have talked about it in other places?"
"No, absolutely not." Mo Jiecheng retorted resolutely.
When the Mongolian attendant heard this, he felt a little panicked.
His Highness King Han looked like he was still in love. What happened between County Master Hui and his master in private could not be known to King Han.
So he winked at the Mongolian prince hurriedly, then interrupted the Mongolian prince's words and led him towards the embroidered coffin.
"Master, Miss Xiu Qing is here. If we don't see her again, I'm afraid I won't see her again."
When the Mongolian prince heard this, he focused his attention on Xiu Qing again.
Ji Wanrong looked at the back of the Mongolian prince and exhaled heavily, then took his hand back and walked out of the mourning hall and into the house.
"I'm fine. Go and pay attention to the mourning hall. Prince Duan is coming soon." Ji Wanrong rarely had a good tone towards Mo Jiecheng.
Mo Jiecheng lowered his eyes, looking at the fleeting warmth and softness in his palms, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he turned and walked into the mourning hall.
Following the order from the Mongolian prince, the coffin was slowly opened.
As soon as the coffin was opened, a strong medicinal aroma came out. The medicinal aroma was also mixed with a faint stench, but it was still bearable.
Xiu Qing's body was retrieved from a mass grave. When it was retrieved, it had been bitten to pieces by wild dogs. The wounds on the front of his body that had been abused were rotten and smelly, and even maggots had appeared.
But Ji Wanrong still cleaned the body carefully and prepared potions to ensure that her body would no longer rot.
Father Wen and Mother Wen were asked to go aside, but even the Mongolian prince burst into tears when he saw the scene in front of him.
"Xiu Qing...Xiu Qing wears this dress and comes into my dreams every night!"
The Mongolian prince immediately recognized the aqua blue embroidered jacket and skirt Xiu Qing was wearing, and he had long forgotten his suspicions about Ji Wanrong.
Mo Jiecheng, who was standing behind the Mongolian prince, felt a little hot in his eyes when he saw Xiu Qing's tattered body.
After seeing Xiu Qing's body, the Mongolian prince insisted on following the etiquette of the Central Plains, covering Xiu Qing in mourning, and kowtowed several times to Wen's father and Wen's mother.
When King Duan and Princess Duan arrived with Chen Hu, they saw a scene like this in the mourning hall.
The Mongolian prince was still crying on the ground, turning blue and out of breath, but when he saw Chen Hu wearing handcuffs and anklets and stumbling, his aura suddenly changed.
His eyes were full of murderous intent, almost wanting to eat him alive.
Chen Hu's footsteps paused, his whole body started to tremble, and he did not dare to continue walking into the mourning hall.
Chen Hu was locked up in a cell in the military camp and tortured for two days. He no longer looked like a human being or a ghost.
His hair was messy, his face was sallow, his cheekbones were protruding, his walking posture was twisted, and he had lost a lot of weight.
Princess Duan's appearance was not very good either. Although she was released from Jingzhao Mansion, she had already grown a lot of white hair on her temples and had some fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
He is no longer as round and round as before, and his eyes are full of meanness when looking at others.
She felt Chen Hu's fear beside her, patted Chen Hu's hand gently, and then whispered to him: "Ahu, it's okay, don't be afraid, the Mongolian prince does not dare to kill you here. of."
"When you get to the mourning hall, just bow, don't kowtow. You did nothing wrong, don't feel guilty. The emperor is not here, it's just a formality."
"Sister?" After listening to Princess Duan's words, Chen Hu turned his head timidly and looked at Princess Duan's old profile.
Princess Duan did not look at Chen Hu, but locked her eyes tightly on the mourning hall: "Listen to my sister, if you kowtow here, I am afraid that no official lady will be willing to be your head wife in the future."
When Chen Hu heard this, he felt a little calmer.
He followed the steps of Princess Duan and King Duan and stepped into the mourning hall.
