Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

"The Emperor will not agree easily." He Jing knew Qianlong quite well.

Yes, once this matter is brought up, I'm afraid many people will start to talk about it at length, as if someone had stolen his money.

He Jing also wanted to abolish this ridiculous rule. If there was anyone in the world who could make Qianlong determined to abolish it, it would be He Xi.

He Jing turned his gaze to He Xi.

He Xi pondered and said, "This matter is difficult but also easy. Perhaps we need more help."

He Jing thought of someone. It was a coincidence that she just found out about this a few days ago. She had no good ideas before, but now it seems that there is no way to create without breaking.

He Jing went into the inner room and took out a letter.

Several people looked at each other and their eyes lit up.

***

"The Prince of Peace?" Duolong and Hailancha were puzzled. What did this have to do with the Prince of Peace?

Prince Hong Zhou was a notoriously absurd prince, and the number of unorthodox things he did was too numerous to count.

He holds a funeral for himself every day and lives out his life like a funeral. Only he can do that.

But little do people know that this is also Hong Zhou's way of survival.

You have to know that a new emperor appoints new ministers, and none of Qianlong's brothers lived as freely as he did.

Hong Zhou and Duo Long are quite familiar with each other and have similar interests, which makes them seem like friends regardless of age difference.

"It's just... will the prince care about this?"

"Yes!" Fu Kang'an said firmly.

"Because of Princess Hewan."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood.

Princess Hewan was the eldest daughter of Hongzhou. She was brought into the palace and raised in her early years. She was regarded as an adopted daughter by Emperor Qianlong and was named Princess Heshuo. She married Delek, the eldest son of Linqin, the Prince of Balin.

Although Hong Zhou often acts like a rogue, he is still very clear-headed when it comes to major issues.

Although he was reluctant to let his daughter marry far away in Mongolia, he still gritted his teeth and sent her off with tears in his eyes.

Princess Hewan's personality is as her name suggests, gentle and docile, a bit like Lan Xin.

It can be imagined that Hewan’s situation in recent years must not have been very good.

If Hong Zhou knew that his precious daughter was treated like this, he would be furious.

Without further ado, Duolong Hailancha and Fukang'an immediately went to Prince Heqin's Palace.

Duolong didn't want to see Aunt Xu's stepmother face again for a moment.

What a coincidence, I just happened to meet Hexi and the others.

As soon as Duolong saw Lan Xin, his eyes lit up and he wanted to move forward, but Lan Xin looked away.

Duolong: !!! Baby, I was wrong (=_=)

Today happens to be Hong Zhou's 28th funeral...

He Xi finally opened his eyes this time.

Not to mention this in ancient times, even in modern times many people are quite superstitious about death and funerals.

Hong Zhou, on the other hand, not only had no taboos, he also often held funerals for himself.

Hong Zhou's sons knelt skillfully in front of Hong Zhou's unsealed coffin and cried.

But if there is no rain, your face will be cleaner than your pocket.

The guests who came to attend the event also forced themselves to smile.

They are so miserable! Every funeral costs them money.

But most of them have close ties with Hong Zhou, so how dare they not come?

Therefore, their gifts changed from priceless treasures to ordinary things, and some even just brought a bunch of vegetables to the door.

The butler also registered the guests skillfully and then invited them into the house with a smile on his face.

It was truly a "joyful occasion" for both the host and the guests!

Duolong was also very considerate and prepared a small gift.

When the butler saw that it was Duolong, he immediately greeted him warmly.

"Prince Duolong, please come in. The prince has been talking about you for a long time. Lord Fucha, Lord Duolar, please come in."

The butler didn't know He Xi and the others, but his attitude was still quite considerate, and he didn't look down on others at all as described in the storybooks.

Hong Zhou was lying in the coffin, eating an apple leisurely, making a crunching sound.

Yongbi, who was the leader beside the coffin, was speechless. His father was becoming more and more ridiculous.

"Crackling, crackling—hurry up and cry! You unfilial sons, don't you have any tears when I die?"

Yongbi and others: ...I can’t cry (?Д`) I can’t cry at all.

In my ears I heard Hong Zhou's powerful voice and the crunching sound of him eating fruit, and the feeling I had just felt disappeared in an instant.

Hong Zhou looked at his son with disdain as he was not even allowed to cry at a funeral. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Duolong coming over.

He immediately "resurrected".

"Dulong, here!" Hong Zhou likes this kid Duolong very much.

"Ah——" Duolong knelt on the ground and cried bitterly when he saw him, "My Lord!"

He Xi: It happened so suddenly...

Yongbi: What a ruthless person!

Hong Zhou (smiling.JPG): As expected of Duolong, it is exactly what he likes.

After Duolong finished wailing, Hong Zhou waved his hand and paused the funeral. He wanted to "live" for a while and continue later.

Upon hearing this, the butler made arrangements skillfully, with such skill that it was heartbreaking, and it was obvious that this was not his first time.

Hong Zhou led everyone to the hall.

"What do you want from me?"

Hong Zhou was very curious. This was the first time that so many people came to see him.

And He Xi actually came too.

"He Xi greets the Emperor's uncle. I have no choice but to come and bother you today."

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

Duolong animated himself with a playful smile before getting down to business.

I didn't expect that everyone came here for the same purpose.

Hong Zhou listened seriously for a rare moment, his brows furrowed.

That serious look was unusual, but it was somewhat similar to Qianlong's.

"But what does this have to do with me?" Hong Zhou's first reaction was obviously to refuse.

He hated these troubles the most, and hated those censors who would make a big deal out of every little thing. Dealing with them was really frustrating.

He Xi was not surprised by Hong Zhou's refusal. After all, this matter still needed to be sorted out, which was really a thankless task.

Duolong felt a little disappointed. Hongzhou had always been trying to protect himself by pretending to be crazy and stupid, so it was harder than climbing to the sky for him to succeed.

but……

He Xi took out the letter given by He Jing.

"This is?"

"Uncle, this is a letter from Sister Hewan."

"He Wan?" Hong Zhou widened his eyes, obviously a little surprised.

He hadn't heard from He Wan for a long time. The few times he did hear from her, she always said everything was going well.

Hong Zhou took the letter suspiciously and opened it.

Time passed by bit by bit. As Hong Zhou read the letter, his face became increasingly gloomy, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

He Xi was also very curious about what was in the letter, but out of respect she did not open it.

Hong Zhou slammed the table in anger.

"Damn you slave! How dare you bully He Wan! Damn you!"

Hong Zhou was furious, his eyes filled with rage.

The letter was very simple. He Wan told He Jing about her helplessness and unhappiness.

If Hong Zhou and his mother Wu Zhaku were told good news but not bad news, then He Jing, their close friend and sister, would be even more distressed.

The letter said that her foster nanny had blackmailed her many times and she would not be able to see her husband without money.

If it happens a few times, she will be ridiculed as being promiscuous. How can a princess who grew up in pampering bear this?

To make matters worse, she had been feeling unwell recently and had been crying every day.