latelenovela Chapter 337: Phoenix Falls
Chapter 337: Phoenix Falls
"Daughter-in-law, respectfully send the Empress Dowager off."
Yan Wan withdrew her hand tremblingly and immediately knelt down in front of the empress dowager's body.
The last huge mountain pressing on her body disappeared. When Yan Wan stood up, the suppressed sadness also disappeared, and her eyes were full of joy.
She slowly walked out of Changchun Fairy House, and as she walked, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Yan Wan numbly lifted her feet, unable to tell whether the tears were for the empress dowager or for herself.
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It was snowing heavily at night, and everyone was waiting anxiously outside in the corridor, the dim light illuminating everyone's faces.
Figures overlap and thoughts are mixed.
As soon as the door opened, everyone rushed forward anxiously.
Yan Wan lifted the curtain and walked out, looking at the snowflakes in the dark night, and said in a deep voice.
"The Empress Dowager... is gone..."
As soon as this sound came out, the whole body was filled with weeping.
Everyone rushed into the Changchun Fairy Pavilion, only Yanwan let Chunchan support her, watching countless snowflakes fall from the darkness and disappear into the darkness.
"Chunchan, I am a little tired."
Yanwan was a little confused.
When the Queen Mother died, she suddenly lost her mind.
Her dying words echoed in her mind. Yan Wan looked back and saw Yongyan's increasingly mature face through the gap in the curtain.
"Your Highness, you can't rest at this moment. The Empress Dowager's funeral is still waiting for you to take care of it."
Upon hearing this, Chunchan thought she was just tired and comforted her.
"I understand. Please give the order and have the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs prepare it. It's time to return to the palace."
"Yes."
The Imperial Household Department acted quickly. Within an hour, the entire Old Summer Palace was draped in white. The concubines, princes, and princesses also wore plain clothes to observe mourning for the Empress Dowager.
It was already the next day when the emperor learned the news.
He had a premonition in his heart, but when he saw Hailan coming in in white, he still trembled violently.
"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager passed away last night, and everyone has set off to return to the palace today. It's a pity that you are not in good health and cannot personally observe mourning for her..."
Hailan sighed as she spoke, the mushroom soup in her hand still emitting steam.
The emperor's mind flashed with the image of the woman who had helped him since childhood.
When the emperor heard the news with his own ears, he suddenly felt sad and tears quietly rolled down his cheeks.
“Ah… Ugh…”
He howled silently, and it was unclear whether he was pretending or really wanted to.
The only person in the harem who could help him is dead. The situation is set and he cannot turn things around. This room will be his residence for the rest of his life.
"Your Majesty, please stop crying. Come, it's time to drink your soup..."
Hai Lan fiddled with the soup in her hand, and with an indifferent look on her face, she forced it into the emperor's mouth regardless of the emperor's actions.
The emperor is now dependent on mushroom soup.
The dreamlike feeling made him fascinated unconsciously. Now he no longer resisted drinking the soup, and even secretly longed for this moment in his heart.
The ending of Yan Wan's previous life is his future appearance.
Life is a cycle, and people will eventually have to pay the price.
Not long after, the empress dowager's golden coffin returned to the capital.
The court officials received him, and all the people mourned together.
Her funeral was grand.
But although it is grand, it is also sad.
Like the last firework in the dark night, after blooming, it is no longer remembered by the world.
People are gone now, and no matter how grand the funeral is, it is just for the living to see.
"My Lady, please get up. Kneeling for too long is not good for your health."
In the mourning hall, Yanwan was kneeling alone inside, and Jinzhong was whispering to her.
She has not been tired these days, and her knees have long been bruised and black.
Although it was a courtesy, Jinzhong couldn't help but feel distressed.
Hearing his words, Yanwan sighed and stood up.
"It's the last time, so what?"
Yes, this is the last time.
Three years later, as soon as Yongyan ascended the throne, there was no one to put pressure on her and make her bend her knees.
When Empress Fucha passed away, she was thinking about this moment, but she didn't expect that such a day would come so soon.
She was good at calculating, but when her opponents disappeared and her life became dull, she felt a little lost.
"Yes, time flies. In the blink of an eye, more than 30 years have passed."
Jinzhong also sighed. After the empress dowager passed away, he had become the manager of Yongshou Palace.
Wang Chan was promoted and stayed in the Old Summer Palace as a manager.
Such a large garden is more comfortable than living in the palace, and the emperor has to stay there and do some things.
The site of the fire that year was left unused, so Yan Wan ordered Wang Chan to build another palace on the site, which would serve as her honorable residence as the empress dowager when Yongyan ascended the throne in the future.
They lived in the Old Summer Palace most of the year, so there was no such thing as separation.
Yanwan looked at the new wrinkles on Jinzhong's face and spoke tentatively.
"Jinzhong, the Queen Mother said the other day that she wanted to leave a way out for those around her. Life in the palace is not any better than outside the palace. It would be better to..."