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After the condolences, Princess Fuxia knelt outside the palace for an hour like all the married princesses. Ye Zifen couldn't help but sigh that the royal family are all good at acting, look at how they cry with such sincerity.

If you don’t know, you would think they have a very good relationship with the Queen.

An hour later, Ye Zifen was led to the place where the wives of officials rested.

The place was already full of people, with a few older people sitting in another side hall.

The courtyard that was originally filled with laughter and joy now became exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional sob breaking the silence.

Ye Zifen sat on the chair, folded her hands on her knees, and looked ahead with empty eyes.

Of course, this was not the time for her to think about anything else.

Suddenly, Ye Zifen felt the light in front of her dim, and when she looked up, she saw the Crown Princess with a gloomy face.

She slowly raised her head, and what came into her sight was the Crown Princess whose face was as gloomy as a dark cloud.

Ye Zifen was slightly startled and asked subconsciously, "Crown Princess, what do you want me to do?"

The Crown Princess raised her lips in a strange arc, and said sarcastically: "Oh, it's only been a short time since the wedding, and such a bad thing has happened. Princess Fuxia is really lucky. The Queen Mother has to be in trouble at this time."

Upon hearing this, Princess Fuxia's expression suddenly darkened and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but she ultimately forced herself to hold it back.

After all, we are now at the Queen's funeral. No matter how angry we are, we have to consider the occasion and the dignity of the deceased. If we don't look at the living people, we have to look at the dead.

And just off to the side, several ladies who usually looked dignified and elegant, at this moment, all stared at Ye Zifen with strange eyes, as if they wanted to see through her.

Then they started whispering to each other. Although the sound was small, it was like a needle piercing the eardrum, making Ye Zifen feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing this, the Crown Princess was even more smug and continued, "Logically speaking, your so-called method of bringing happiness to the deceased has no effect at all. It seems that you are not a blessed person at all."

Ye Zifen could no longer suppress her anger. Her eyes widened as she retorted without showing any weakness: "The Queen has passed away. This is a matter of great sorrow. Some people are not only restless but also making sarcastic remarks here. Aren't they afraid of being punished by God and getting retribution?"

After hearing this, the Crown Princess snorted coldly and curled her lips in disdain, saying, "You, the new bride, are really sharp-tongued and eloquent! But don't think you can act arrogant in front of me. There will be plenty of opportunities to let you know how powerful I am in the future!"

Ye Zifen's already straight back became even straighter at this moment, as if it were a tenacious pillar supporting her firm belief.

There was a resolute light flashing in her star-like bright eyes, and her gaze shot straight at the Crown Princess like a sharp sword, without any fear.

"Everything I said was true. How could I have thought that it would make you so angry? As a daughter-in-law of the royal family, you should set an example and show the royal demeanor and bearing. But now you are so mean to others. It is really unbecoming!"

Ye Zifen's voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, making the usually chattering ladies around her instantly silent, as if they were cast under a spell, and none of them dared to make the slightest sound.

Although Princess Fuxia was not a real royal princess, she was a favorite of the Emperor. Even the Imperial Concubine had to be respectful and amiable when seeing her now.

Now she is married to the once popular general of the Tiger Army. She is extremely powerful and glorious. She is one of the people who should not be easily provoked nowadays.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder secretly, what was the reason that made the Crown Princess so harsh to Princess Fuxia?

Hasn't she ever thought about the prince?

Everyone only dared to discuss these things quietly behind her back. After all, who really dared to confront her head-on?

Ye Zifen took a deep look at everyone present, a hint of helplessness and disappointment flashed in her eyes, and then she ignored them, slowly turned around, walked to the side with steady steps and sat down.

She knew very well that the matter could be settled now only because of Old Master Song's face. Once some favors were used up, they could never be recovered.

As a human being, you must have self-knowledge, know what you should do and what you should not do, and never cause disaster because of momentary impulse.

The Crown Princess originally wanted to say something else, and those anxious words seemed about to come out of her mouth, but at this moment, a princess beside her slowly walked over, her movements were gentle but firm, and she gently pulled, and then grabbed the Crown Princess's sleeve.

The princess and the prince are of the same generation and have a noble status. Upon seeing this, the Crown Princess knew that it was not appropriate to start a dispute at this moment. In the end, she endured it and swallowed her emotions.

After a short rest of a quarter of an hour, Ye Zifen's strength gradually recovered, and she once again walked with steady steps to the solemn mourning hall.

She wasn't feeling very comfortable here either.

At this time, the officials of the Ministry of Rites were like busy bees, directing various complicated matters quickly and orderly.

It was very different from when she first came to pay her respects. Everyone's actions were really impressive.

The first thing that caught the eye was the monks chanting scriptures. They stood quietly by, chanting ancient and mysterious scriptures in a low voice. The voice was low and melodious, as if it could penetrate time and space, and send endless salvation to the deceased queen.

The ministers were all dressed in plain clothes. Their faces were solemn as they bowed respectfully before the coffin. Each of their movements was exceptionally solemn and each of their looks revealed deep sorrow.

It was only then that Ye Zifen finally noticed Zhang Gaoyi. There seemed to be a subtle tacit understanding between them and they could see each other from a distance.

Soon after, another group of ladies who were granted imperial titles arrived one after another. They arrived later than them and were not as closely connected with the royal family.

Led by the palace maids, they seemed to be walking in an invisible field of thorns. They took every step carefully, fearing the slightest mistake. Their dignified posture and cautious expression were different from those of people who had grown up in the palace.

At this time, the ladies and old women who were resting also came over. Ye Zifen knelt in her seat, still holding the handkerchief to her eyes as usual.