As soon as the morning dawned, the news of the seven princes entering the palace quickly spread to all parts of the palace.

The palace was crowded with people coming in and out, and the whole palace was plunged into a terrible atmosphere.

In the harem, there was a faint sound of a woman sobbing.

The return of the seven princes means that the coffin of Emperor Xiaoheng will be carried to the imperial mausoleum outside the city for burial.

At that time, except for the powerful concubines in the family, the rest of the concubines had to be buried alive for Emperor Xiaoheng to be buried.

Listening to the crying voices of those concubines, Ling Wanwan felt that her body was trembling.

She is twenty-eight years old this year, and she has not yet had time to honor her parents, and she has not yet been able to go back to punish the scumbag...

If you die here, you will never return to the real world.

"Can't die."

is the only bottom line for her to live here.

"Mother, Madame is here."

Suddenly, Chunying's call pulled her out of her imagination.

"Juan'er."

The Zhang family hurriedly walked in from outside the hall, saw her hurriedly hugged her into his arms, twisted the handkerchief and wiped his tears and said: "Your father and your three brothers have entered the palace, they will protect you for a while, if those courtiers and several princes want to move you, you have to ask our Ling family if they agree?!" ”

"Mother..."

Ling Wanwan shouted stiffly, she was still very unfamiliar with the Zhang family, and they had met twice.

One time was the day when Ling Wanwan traveled to Daqi and was sent to the palace to be selected as a show girl, and the other time was today.

"Good boy, don't be afraid."

Zhang stroked her back, as if she couldn't sleep when she was a child, and Su Rou caressed her.

"Mother, my daughter will be fine." The tip of Ling Wanwan's nose was sour, and her voice was choked.

Zhang helped her wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her daughter has been the weakest in the family since she was a child, and she is also the most bitter, not long after marrying into the palace, she became an abandoned concubine.

Zhang stroked her eyebrows distressedly, and said with red eyes: "When my mother returns to the house, I will chant and pray for you, and wait for you to come back safely." ”

"Hmm."

Ling Wanwan pursed her lips in response, although that home was very strange to her, it was her only place to live in Daqi.

"Boom-"

The death knell in the palace sounded again, and it was the seven princes who went to the New Year's Hall to worship Emperor Xiaoheng.

"Mother, go back quickly, and go home when your daughter finishes dealing with the affairs in the palace." The matter of reading the will is imminent, and at this juncture, Ling Wanwan doesn't want people to find out that the Zhang family has come, so as not to cause extraneous complications.

"Be careful yourself."

Pinching the veil tightly, Zhang hurriedly got up, and was escorted out by Chunying and left in a sedan chair.

"Mother, this is the last purpose."

Back in the hall, Chun Ying took out the will that had been hidden in her sleeve all night and gave it to her.

Ling Wanwan took it with a firm look in her eyes and put it into the yellow brocade box in front of her.

Chun Ying took the pine smoke ink jade leaf palace dress that had been prepared on the jade screen and put it on for her. Emperor Xiaoheng has just passed away, and it is not appropriate to wear too delicate colors.

At noon, she took the escort sent by the widow to the seven princes and came to the outside of the Chongzheng Palace.

At the foot of the jade steps, stood the hundreds of officials in the court.

On the jade steps, Zhao Huaiyi, the first assistant of the cabinet, led the cabinet ministers and the seven princes in front of her in turn, the aura of oppression approached layer by layer, and the palm of Ling Wanwan holding the brocade box was soaked with a trace of sweat.

Zhao Huaiyi's eyes seemed to be about to devour her alive.

Ling Wanwan's throat rolled, and she pretended to be calm to open the brocade box, and took out the will in front of everyone.

Seeing the bright and dazzling holy decree, the eyes of the seven princes and the hundred officials all showed different differences.

Restless, ruthless, calm, expectant, stunned... All converged on Ling Wanwan alone.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said, I know that there is not much destiny in heaven, I-" Suddenly, Ling Wanwan's hand holding the will shook, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Huaiyi in astonishment, he was folding his hands in front of him, staring at her with a calm expression.

This person changed his will last night!

No wonder he easily let her take it back, it turned out that it was all a trap set by him!

"I..."

Ling Wanwan repeated this word nervously, so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"If the mother is illiterate, then the gentleman will read it." Zhao Huaiyi stretched out his hand to her in a regular manner, and did not transgress the half-cent etiquette system.

Ling Wanwan suppressed the turmoil in her heart, rolled up the holy decree, and said bluntly to him and everyone: "This will is a fake will, this palace cannot go against the will of the first emperor and read the throne to the hands of the prince who does not want to inherit it!" ”

"Concubine Niangniang!" Zhao Huaiyi, who has always been able to suppress his temperament, shouted angrily at her in front of hundreds of officials.

His face as warm as jade was covered with layers of black clouds, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Concubine Ling has committed a crime, disrespecting the first emperor, and will regard the reading of the will as child's play, and immediately escort it back to the Changle Palace, and escort it to the imperial tomb to accompany the first emperor to the funeral on the day of the first emperor's burial!" ”

"Shousuke-sama!"

Ling Tianchao and Ling Wanwan's three elder brothers jumped out from among the hundred officials, knelt in front of him and pleaded, but he ignored them.

"Daddy, brother..."

Ling Wanwan opened her mouth, watching them intercede for herself, Zhao Huaiyi was indifferent, and the next moment, he was escorted back to Changle Hall by the palace attendants.

She sat in the hall of Changle, her face like ashes.

Zhao Huaiyi covered the sky with one hand in the court, and the men of the Ling family were all inconspicuous official positions in the court, so they couldn't save her.

Thinking of the night when she was happy with him, Ling Wanwan took out the button in her sleeve, wrapped it in a handkerchief and gave it to Chunying, so that she could leave the palace and hand it over to Zhao Huaiyi.

Chun Ying was just a small palace maid, and after bribing the guards guarding the palace gate with a few ingots of silver, she quietly slipped out of the palace.

"What did the palace maid say?"

After Pei Xiao took the handkerchief to Zhao Huaiyi, he stared at the clasp and asked.

Pei Xiao pouted, "She didn't say anything." ”

Zhao Huaiyi narrowed his eyes and rubbed the button with his fingers, as if rubbing her thin shirt.

At night, Ling Wanwan lay on her side on the chaise long.

"Willing to compromise?"

The bead curtain behind him was gently pulled up by him, Ling Wanwan turned around, only wearing a thin shirt on her body, her eyes were full of affection, and her chest was staring at him one after another.