The widowed sister-in-law is embarrassed, she criticizes the villain like he only wants to be a love

Mount Taihua, Nanyang

The convoy stopped at the foot of Mount Taihua. Jiang Ci jumped off the carriage holding Yan Shu's body. The normal journey from Qingyun Mountain to Mount Taihua would take about a month, but Jiang Ci traveled day and night and arrived in just twenty days.

He glanced at the person in his arms and said, "You all don't have to follow."

After saying that, Jiang Ci carried Yan Shu and walked towards the mountain. As soon as they stepped onto the stone steps, they heard an old man chanting in the forest.

The old man chanted a Buddhist scripture in a loud voice, and then his tone suddenly changed.

"I kowtow every three steps, I kneel every nine steps, I bow with sincerity, I praise and vow to convert, I will kneel down on three thousand eight hundred steps..."

The singing voice was getting farther and farther away. Jiang Ci's eyes moved slightly as if he had some realization. He held Yan Shu and knelt on the steps, bowing to Qingyun Mountain.

"I pray that the Buddha will have mercy on me and bless my beloved wife to return soon..."

"I pray that the Buddha will have mercy on me. I am willing to be a vegetarian and chant Buddha's name for the rest of my life. I only hope that my wife Jiaojiao will return soon..."

Jiang Ci kowtowed every three steps and knelt every nine steps. He climbed up the mountain from the first step at the foot of the mountain. He climbed all 3,800 steps without falling down. By the time he reached the top of Qingyun Mountain, his knees were already bleeding. It was as if he had no sense of pain. He continued to kneel and kneel while holding Yan Shu without a care in the world until the gate of Qingyun Mountain slowly opened.

A monk walked out slowly, clasped his hands together and bowed to Jiang Ci.

"Are you here to see Uncle Master Hongyi?"

"Exactly!"

The monk said, "Master Hongyi passed away at the beginning of last month, but he predicted that a noble person would come to see you in a month. Master Hongyi said before he died that if you are confused, you can open the golden bag."

Jiang Ci suddenly had an idea in his mind. He had actually forgotten about this matter.

"Thank you!"

"Your knee is injured. Please follow me to the temple to get some medicine."

"No need."

Jiang Ci hugged Yan Shu and turned to walk down the mountain.

It was already late at night when he came down the mountain. Ying Si and others were waiting anxiously, and when they saw him coming back, they immediately ran up to him.

"master."

"Go back to Beijing!"

He placed the brocade bag in his bedroom, and now he really wished he could travel a thousand miles a day to get back.

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Half a month later

Jiang Ci finally rushed back to the capital without stopping. He looked much more haggard, and his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotional ups and downs.

He returned to Chongzheng Hall alone, carrying Yan Shu's body.

That night, everyone in the palace learned that His Majesty had returned holding a female corpse, and he had never come out since entering the Chongzheng Hall.

For three days, the new emperor did not drink a drop of water, and there was no movement in the bedroom.

Prime Minister Su, Chief Minister Zhang and a group of officials knelt outside the Chongzheng Hall, and tearfully requested the new emperor to put state affairs first.

That night was New Year's Eve, and all the civil and military officials had been kneeling outside the palace without leaving. In the evening, heavy snow fell, and the cold wind made people shiver. However, in order to cheer up the new emperor as soon as possible, they could only grit their teeth and hold on.

As it approached twelve o'clock, fireworks were set off all over the capital. The colorful fireworks added a touch of New Year atmosphere to this cold imperial city.

"Squeak!"

The door of Chongzheng Hall slowly opened.

The people kneeling outside the hall immediately looked up, and when they saw the new emperor coming out, shock flashed in everyone's eyes.

"His Majesty!"

Prime Minister Su walked forward tremblingly with the help of his attendants. He looked at the young emperor in front of him with heartache. He was just an adult, but his hair turned white overnight.

Prime Minister Su burst into tears: "Your Majesty, Ran girl is gone. I know your Majesty is heartbroken, but the dead cannot be resurrected. The country of the Great Sui Dynasty is still waiting for you to govern, and the hungry and displaced people are still waiting for you to save them. Please cheer up soon, Your Majesty!"

"I beg Your Majesty to come to court as soon as possible!"

All the ministers persuaded in unison.

Jiang Ci had loose silver hair and was dressed in plain white clothes. He looked so thin that he seemed like he would be blown away by the wind.

Those cold eyes swept across the ministers.

"Today is New Year's Eve. My dear ministers, please go back home early to reunite with your families. I will attend court tomorrow!"

Prime Minister Su's face was filled with joy.

"Your Majesty is wise. Long live the Emperor!"

Jiang Ci ordered the secret guards: "Go to the maker's office and bring the queen's wedding dress."

"Yes!"

After the secret guards left, Jiang Ci no longer paid attention to them and turned back to the bedroom indifferently.

There were many candles placed on the floor in the room, and the hall was brightly lit. Jiang Ci walked slowly to the couch barefoot. He picked up the towel in the copper basin, wrung out the water, and gently wiped Yan Shu's body.

"Jiaojiao, the wedding dress will be delivered soon. How about we choose New Year's Eve to get married?"

Because of the medicine given by Xuan Heng in his mouth, Yan Shu's body still looks like a living person, except that he lacks a bit of vitality.

Jiang Ci said to himself: "We should have a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve, but since you are still asleep today, I owe you one. You have to make it up to me when you wake up."

"The wedding dress was made according to your size, but you lost a lot of weight after you got sick, so it might be a little loose on you. But it doesn't matter. Jiaojiao is pretty and looks good in anything."

The secret guard quickly brought the wedding dress and Jiang Ci reached out to take it.

"Can Yingqi send back a message?"

"No news has been sent back yet."

Jiang Ci's eyes were deep as he picked up the wedding dress and turned back to the side hall.

"Go back."

"Yes!"

The secret guard walked out of the hall and closed the door, feeling sorry for his master.

Emperors have always been fickle, but his Majesty is a lovesick man. Miss Yan has been dead for so long, and his Majesty seems to have sealed his heart. He seems to be alive, but in fact he has already followed Miss Yan.