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"Take good care of your health." Under Dugu Han's expectations, Dugu Hao ultimately did not say any soft words like forgiveness, but he was not as eager for revenge as before. He instructed Liu Gonggong a few things and then left Yanlong Palace.
The sunlight outside was glaring and dazzling, yet it could not dispel the oppression within the palace.
In the court, the ministers were all cautious and withdrawn, keeping their heads down.
Yang Yichen also returned late for two consecutive days. "Xier, you don't have to wait for me if I come back late."
Liu Qingxi, dressed in a white silk nightgown, sat by the bed reading. "It's fine, I'm not sleepy. Has anything happened these past few days?"
Yang Yichen casually took off his outer garment and sat beside Liu Qingxi, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "The emperor is not well; he probably only has a few days left!"
Liu Qingxi understood. No wonder Yang Yichen had been coming back later and later. She was aware of the situation in the court; everything was now in Dugu Hao's hands. If the emperor passed away, he would naturally ascend to the throne.
For the court officials, Dugu Hao's succession had become inevitable. Moreover, he had been handling state affairs for over half a year, making it easier for everyone to accept.
However, Dugu Han's posthumous matters were also significant.
Fortunately, Dugu Han's situation would not lead to national turmoil, so Liu Qingxi did not feel particularly affected after hearing this.
"You've worked hard; hurry up and wash up so you can rest!" Liu Qingxi urged as she patted Yang Yichen's hand.
He gave Liu Qingxi a quick kiss. "Did my wife miss me? I'll be right there!" As he said this, his eyes wandered to places they shouldn't have.
Liu Qingxi looked at him speechlessly. Could he be a bit more serious?
Just when Liu Qingxi thought Dugu Han could hold on a little longer, news suddenly arrived that the emperor had passed away.
The tolling of the mourning bells echoed in everyone's hearts, and everyone quickly changed out of their brightly colored clothes into plain garments to mourn for the emperor.
In the following days, Yang Yichen became even busier. When Liu Qingxi fell asleep, he had not yet returned, and by the time she woke up in the morning, he had already left.
The entire nation was in mourning for the emperor, so Liu Qingxi paused her work on the construction of her house and spent her days at home.
This continued for more than half a month until finally, it was the day of Dugu Han's burial. On this day, the Mausoleum outside the capital was opened, and citizens dressed in mourning attire formed long lines to bid farewell to their emperor.
From the perspective of the common people, Dugu Han may not have been a renowned ruler remembered through the ages, but he was certainly not a tyrant either; for them, this was already a great fortune.
As a member of an official's family, Liu Qingxi was among the mourning procession with the other women.
She witnessed firsthand the grandeur of ancient burials, with countless treasures and valuable burial goods being interred in the Mausoleum.
The sound of weeping surrounded her, and she timely put on a heartbroken expression.
After the emperor's burial, although Western Moon prohibited any celebrations and postponed weddings that were originally scheduled, the sorrow from losing their ruler had already faded from people's daily lives.
For ordinary citizens, their needs were simply firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. Those in high positions lived in a different world from them and were hardly affected.
At this moment, Liu Qingxi received a letter from Ten Li Pu.
It turned out that the people from Ten Li Pu were already on their way to the capital.
Thinking of this, my mood improved a bit.
In the palace, after a great mourning comes great joy. The Former Emperor has passed away, and the new emperor has ascended the throne. The officials from the Ministry of Rites have been busy from morning till night, with various processes making them wish they could stretch time.
To show respect for the Former Emperor, Lonely Hao has been vegetarian for a month.
At this moment, within the palace, in Yanlong Palace,
the originally bright yellow decorations have been completely renewed. All items belonging to Dugu Han have been buried as burial goods in the Mausoleum.
Now, it presents a distinctly different style, with a darker color scheme.
In the Imperial Study, similar to Yanlong Palace, it likely had an extravagant golden style before.
Although Dugu Hao has not officially ascended the throne, he holds military power and has passed through the imperial seal, already comfortably seated on the dragon throne.
To his side, several young men are lined up, including Ning Ze, Yang Yichen, and Ning Hong.
All of them are in their twenties and are his trusted aides: "Thank you all for your hard work. In the future, we will still need your assistance for the Western Moon Kingdom."
The group, led by Ning Ze, replied in unison: "We humbly obey your command."
After a few individuals were left alone following the morning court session, the civil and military officials observed closely, realizing that these few were the true confidants of Dugu Hao.
No wonder Dugu Hao was able to seize military power in such a short time and swiftly take control of the army while still managing court affairs with ease.
While some basked in success, others regretted their choices, wishing they could turn back time to align themselves with Dugu Hao.
Unfortunately, everything had already been decided.
Exiting the Imperial Study, Yang Yichen declined the invitations from Ning Hong and others, eager to return home.
At the Yang Family residence, Liu Qingxi had not gone out. Dressed casually in a pink long skirt, her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders as she sat in the study, holding a homemade charcoal pencil, sketching and writing.
"My dear wife, did you miss me?" With a strong embrace, Liu Qingxi fell into his arms.
"Ah~~~" Liu Qingxi exclaimed, "What are you doing? You've ruined my drawing!"
Honestly, did he walk without making any sound? She was startled, her heart racing.
"No need to draw anymore; your husband can afford to support you," Yang Yichen thought about tying her down at home so she wouldn't do anything but wait for him to take care of her.
However, Liu Qingxi was never a caged canary; she was an eagle soaring high.
"Alright, my husband has two days off. Let's go out and enjoy ourselves." He had been so busy lately that they had spent very little time together as a couple.
After much effort, Dugu Hao finally gave his trusted subordinates some time to rest, and naturally, they wanted to relax.
"Really? That's great! Where are we going?" Liu Qingxi suddenly stood up, smiling like a child.
Before Yang Yichen could respond, she answered her own question, "Who cares where? I'm going to change my clothes first."
Like a happy little bird, she joyfully hopped around to get ready.
A moment later, Liu Qingxi appeared in front of Yang Yichen, having changed her clothes, styled her hair, and applied light makeup. The speed was astonishing.
On Jing Cheng Da Street, it was not as bustling as usual; after Dugu Han's passing, everyone was cautious in their business dealings.
Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen walked hand in hand down the somewhat desolate street, exchanging smiles filled with affection.
The temperature at the end of spring and the beginning of summer was just right for wearing light clothing.
Unknowingly, they walked outside the city. Yang Yichen led the way, pulling Liu Qingxi to an unknown place that became increasingly remote, with fewer and fewer people around until finally, there wasn't a soul in sight.
"Why did you bring me here?" Liu Qingxi asked, puzzled.
In such a desolate silence, a few insect sounds suddenly broke through, causing Liu Qingxi's heart to race wildly.
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