Chapter 232: They Were the Same Person
wealthy, Su Qingying's attitude instantly did a one-eighty. She twisted the strands of hair hanging at her chest with her small hand and lowered her head shyly, "Oh my! Young Master Jin, you are trul..."Imperial Tomb I understand, I'll be right there." Su Qingying blinked her sleepy eyes, instantly waking up, quickly donned her clothes, and left Jun Liye before dashing out the door.
She remembered her father once telling her that he wanted to be buried in the pear garden of the imperial mausoleum!
"Where is my elder brother" Su Qingying asked anxiously, looking at Xi'er outside the door.
Xi'er, dressed in a plain palace gown, pointed towards the Imperial Tombs and softly said: "The Crown Prince is waiting for the Princess outside the Imperial Tombs. Princess, please go quickly."
“No, absolutely not! I can’t let Father’s spirit enter the imperial tomb! I must fulfill his last wish!” With a tap of her toes, Su Qingying launched herself into the air with incredible speed, flying towards the imperial tomb. Her speed was so fast that in a blink of an eye, she was nothing but a black dot.
"Eldest Brother!" With her hair flying and robes billowing, Su Qingying swiftly flew to Su Ziyi's side, stopping abruptly. Her graceful and nimble movements left everyone stunned, especially the mother and daughter of Consort De.
They didn't know her skills were this powerful!
"Ying'er, why are you in such a rush" Su Ziyi stepped forward to help her straighten her messy blue hair, his voice warm.
Perhaps it was his illusion, but he always felt that her martial arts had changed somehow, as if they had become stronger!
After catching her breath, Su Qingying spoke solemnly, "Imperial Brother! This cannot be done. We cannot allow Father's spirit to enter the imperial mausoleum."
"Why" Su Ziyi asked softly.
Turning her gaze away from Su Ziyì, Su Qingying looked at the various expressions of civil and military officials in the court. In a cold voice, she said: "Bury Father's spirit to the Imperial Mausoleum Pear Garden, to be buried together with Mother Empress. This is Father's last wish."
However, as soon as Su Qingying uttered these words, the faces of those old-fashioned and rigid thinkers present suddenly changed. They immediately stood up and refuted her, claiming to be righteous: “How can this be done The Emperor is the ruler of a country. Since ancient times, it has been customary for the remains of emperors to be interred in the Imperial Tombs!”
"The Grand Tutor is right. Burying the Emperor's remains outside the Imperial Tomb is a great disrespect to him! Absolutely not!"
"I hope, Your Highness, that you will reconsider."
When one leaves, two follow. Soon, the entire imperial mausoleum was filled with dissenting voices.
At this, Su Qingying sneered, curling her lips. Her eyes were cold and a moment later, an overwhelming and terrifying aura erupted from her, silencing everyone present. "What's impossible People are alive, rules are dead. My father dedicated his life to the Eastern Mount, shouldn't he even have the right to choose where his spirit resides"
"Fifth Princess, this is simply out of line!" the Grand Tutor frowned, still rigidly believing this action to be inappropriate, his attitude firm.
Phoenix eyes narrowed, Su Qingying listened quite impatiently. She paced to Su Chengming's coffin and her lips curled coldly, the gleam in her eyes chilling people to the bone. "I don't care what rules or regulations there are, I'm putting it here today: anyone who insists on clinging to those antiquated rules, don't blame me, Su Qingying, for disregarding any ties of kinship!"
"This, His Highness the Prince..." Su Qingying's sharp and powerful aura intimidated Tai Fu. The old man's face flushed red, looking quite displeased.
“Alright, all of you, stop arguing. Even if Yinger didn't say it, this palace wouldn't bury the emperor's remains in the imperial mausoleum.” Su Ziyue’s gentle voice turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, a gleaming imperial edict appeared in his hand. “Everyone, this is the imperial edict given to me by my father before he departed, and it is also his last wish. As Yinger said, people are alive, but rules are dead.”
Looking at the familiar handwriting on the imperial edict, the Grand Tutor's face changed again. He glanced at his colleagues, held back for a long time, and finally sighed and relaxed, "Alas, since this is the Emperor's last will, then we officials should obey it. The Pear Garden in the Imperial Tomb can also be considered part of the Imperial Tomb."
The imperial edict clearly stated it, leaving him no room to disagree.
"I agree."
"I agree."
All the ministers, led by the Grand Tutor, immediately changed their allegiance like wallflowers, echoing in agreement.
Upon seeing this, Su Qingying's complexion finally improved somewhat, and a few points of ferocity slightly faded from between her brows.
Her gaze shifted to Su Chengming's coffin, her eyes suddenly blinking rapidly, the corners of her eyes slightly red, tears welling up in her eye sockets.
Father, I'm sorry, Ying'er was unfilial and couldn't see you for the last time. Rest assured, I will fulfill your wish and have you buried together with Mother, never to be separated again.
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Several days later, a bombshell news swept across the land like a tornado, leaving no corner untouched. The revelation that Dongyue Kingdom's Fifth Princess, Su Qingying, was actually Yun Ling, the master of Luoyue Palace, deeply shocked everyone.
After all, one is a world-renowned fool, and the other is a legendary woman renowned throughout the heavens. Such a huge difference makes it impossible for anyone to connect the two of them.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Palace of Xi Ming.
“What did you say Su Qingying is Yun Ling Is the news true Have you checked it” Hearing the news brought back by Xuan Yuan Mo, Xuan Yuan Luo Chen was completely stunned. His pair of cold amber eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart was already surging with waves.
These two women who constantly troubled his mind were actually the same person! This is simply unbelievable!
"Big brother, my younger brother has sent people to investigate this matter several times. It's true. According to our informants, Luoyue Palace also personally admitted it. This is not unfounded, I'm afraid it's true, we can't help but believe it." Xuen Yuan Mo narrowed his eyes, the playful face that was usually carefree was unusually serious. His shock was no less than Xuen Yuan Luo Chen's.
"Yun Ling was really that damned woman, it seems Dong Yue couldn't be moved for now." After the shock, Xuen Yuan Luo Chen's heart couldn't help but surge with a subtle impulse.
He wanted to rush to Dongyue immediately, he wanted to see her!
Xuan Yuan Mo's long eyebrows furrowed together, breaking his train of thought. His eyes, deep and fathomless, looked at him intently. "Eldest brother, what are your plans"
With a subtle glance in his eyes, Xuan Yuan Luo Chen seemed to have pondered for a moment before looking at him. In an instant, he returned to his unfathomable imperial demeanor, his voice light as he said: “Since Emperor Dong Yue has passed away, then Su Zi Yi is very likely to be the next Emperor Dong Yue. Do you know when he will hold his enthronement ceremony”
"Just half a month later." Xuan Yuan Mo replied.
"Prepare several swift Arabian steeds immediately, I must ensure I reach Dongyue within half a month." The icy voice left no room for argument.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuan Mo was slightly taken aback, then his eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low and eerie, "Brother Emperor, you wouldn't want to..."
Sitting on the dragon throne, Xuan Yuan Luo Chen extended his slender fingers and rhythmically tapped the table surface. A faint arc curved at the corner of his thin lips, "Since Su Qing Ying is Yun Ling, then this Emperor shall go and meet her. Furthermore, Su Zi Yi ascending the throne as Emperor, this Emperor, as the ruler of Xi Ming nation, should attend this ceremony."
"A reasonable argument indeed," Xuan Yuan Mo opened the golden fan in his hand, raising an eyebrow with amusement, and asked, "Brother Emperor, would you like your younger brother to accompany you"
It had been a long time since he last saw the little girl.
At a glance, he saw through his little thoughts. Xuanyuan Luocheng raised the corners of his lips faintly and cruelly refused: "No, right now, Xiao Qi has not yet returned from Nanjiang, and Ximing cannot be without a master for a day. You just stay here and take good care of Ximing for me, and wait for me to return."
"Yes, Your Highness. This one will follow your decree." With a sudden pause in his fanning motion, Xuan Yuan Mo Jun's face crumpled instantly. He replied with a dejected air.care of your health.” Seeing him like this, Situ Wan'er felt a pang of pain in her heart. She brought a bowl of steaming lotus seed soup and placed it before him. Rong Yue glanced at it but had no ap...