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The Crown Princess thought that if the Song family still held an important position in the court, she firmly believed that the Crown Prince would never be so disregarding of her face and do something that would embarrass her.

At this moment, endless doubts surged in her heart, and she even began to doubt whether the years she had spent hand in hand with the Crown Prince were really as dull as those of other princes and princesses.

So, what exactly did the deep friendship between husband and wife that she once believed in mean?

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone on this ancient land, Ye Zifen walked slowly towards the solemn mourning hall with a heavy heart.

The moment she stepped into the mourning hall, she knelt on her knees and kowtowed devoutly to the queen's spirit tablet with a respectful expression.

Afterwards, he kowtowed to the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess.

She stood up and left the mourning hall, walked through a quiet path, and came to a palace nearby that was used for meetings.

This palace is usually seldom visited, but at this moment it is filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Ye Zifen walked into the hall and saw that officials from the Ministry of Rites had been waiting there for a long time. They looked solemn, holding in their hands the funeral rites that the Ministry had discussed.

"Princess, the funeral process must be strictly in accordance with the regulations. It cannot exceed the regulations of Empress Yuan." The official from the Ministry of Rites said solemnly, with a hint of worry in his tone.

If the Crown Princess were to handle this matter, she would certainly not easily agree to lower the standards. After all, the Queen is her mother-in-law, and she naturally hopes to see her off with the highest standards.

However, Ye Zifen had different ideas. She was well aware of the status of Empress Yuan in the emperor's heart, and she also understood that as the emperor's legitimate wife, Empress Yuan was naturally more honorable than the empress dowager.

No matter which prince finally vie for the throne in the future, Queen Yuan will become the most honorable empress dowager. This is an unshakable fact.

If these rules are violated, the ministers, censors and all the scholars in the world will stand up to attack the emperor, and the situation will become very complicated.

Ye Zifen nodded slightly and said calmly, "I understand. Just follow the rules. I have already found the eunuch beside the emperor and found out the funeral process of Empress Yuan. Let's compare them carefully and see how to proceed."

Her words revealed a calmness and decisiveness, which made the officials from the Ministry of Rites present feel a little more at ease.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites looked at each other, with a hint of relief in their eyes.

The princess was indeed sensible, and things would be easier for them this time.

So, they gathered around and began to carefully study the process of Empress Yuan's funeral, comparing it word by word, striving to achieve perfection.

After a detailed discussion and finalizing many details, Ye Zifen slowly said, "The specifications for this ceremony will be lower than the previous one, but even so, we must not be careless in any aspect, and the preparation of the sacrifice cannot tolerate any mistakes."

At this moment, Ye Zifen's expression became serious.

The official in the Ministry of Rites standing nearby felt nervous when he heard this, and quickly said with a smile on his face, "Princess, don't worry. Everyone in the Ministry of Rites is keeping a close eye on this matter. There will definitely not be any mistakes. Please rest assured."

After all, the prince is still alive at this moment. If they dare to make a mistake in the funeral of his mother, they would be really impatient with life and think their lives are too long.

In the Princess Fuxia's mansion, Jia Mingyu, dressed in plain clothes, was training hard with full concentration. Beads of sweat as big as beans kept sliding down her forehead like rain, completely soaking her clothes, but she seemed not to notice and continued to train hard.

At the same time, Marquis Fengyang had already packed up and set off for that distant place to build the academy that carried countless hopes.

Even during the Queen's funeral, he wrote a letter to apologize for not being able to return to Beijing.

The emperor allowed him not to return to the capital.

The solemn funeral ceremony continued in an orderly manner. The entire huge palace seemed to be shrouded in a thick atmosphere of sadness and fell into endless grief.

The entire Daxia had just experienced a drought, so the emperor did not issue an order to ban celebrations throughout Daxia.

Every day in the deep palace, Ye Zifen was like a tireless spinning top, busy with all kinds of complicated affairs all day long, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

During the day, she frequently had in-depth discussions with those serious officials and the eunuchs and maids in the palace who were extremely rigorous on weekdays. She carefully checked every detail of the preparations and did not miss any corner where there might be problems.

These 49 days seem so long that there is no end, and so heavy that they seem to crush the human soul.

The long period of 49 days passed slowly, and when the deadline finally arrived, the queen's already cold body still could not be immediately sent to the solemn and mysterious imperial mausoleum.

The reason for this is that it requires the Si Tianjian, who is well versed in astronomy, geography, divination and fortune-telling, to use his unfathomable wisdom and superb skills to carefully calculate the most auspicious day and time.

In this way, it can be ensured that the queen can have a safe journey to the imperial mausoleum without being disturbed by any evil spirits.

Ye Zifen and all the officials were ordered to follow the prince to place the queen's coffin first.

The eunuchs and palace maids in charge carefully lifted the queen's huge coffin from where it was placed, and then walked step by step towards the extremely remote palace inside the imperial palace.

Every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart, so heavy and so slow.

The remote palace was seldom visited on ordinary days, but it became particularly eye-catching because of the arrival of the queen's coffin.

There is a faint atmosphere of sadness in the hall, as if telling the story of its past glory and present desolation.

The palace maids gently placed the queen's coffin in the center of this remote palace, arranging it neatly like a fine work of art.

They carefully arranged the decorations on the coffin, fearing the slightest mistake.

Day after day, they waited silently in this quiet palace, waiting for the destined day to come so that they could smoothly send the queen's coffin into the imperial mausoleum that symbolizes royal dignity and glory.

During the remaining time of waiting for the auspicious day, the entire palace was immersed in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Ye Zifen and Zhang Gaoyi reported to the emperor together.

The emperor looked at the tired couple and said nothing. He waved his hand and told them to go home and rest.