After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Fortunately, Concubine Wen has been very busy recently as she is in charge of the six palaces.

After drinking the lotus seed soup, Concubine Wen got up and returned to the palace. A Bao accompanied her all the way to the gate of the East Palace.

However, until Concubine Wen's sedan chair and ceremonial procession disappeared deep inside the palace walls and were buried by the wind and snow, A Bao still stood under the eaves.

After a long time, Hong Xiu, who was waiting beside him, couldn't help but ask curiously, "Your Highness, what are you waiting for?"

A Bao looked into the distance, gazing at the highest point of the majestic palace wall - the golden roof of the Taiji Hall.

It is golden and sharp, symbolizing the supreme existence of the Great Qi Empire.

A Bao muttered absentmindedly, "Waiting for my father to summon me."

Since the old emperor deliberately hid in the secret room with black walls and secretly observed her meeting with Xuanyuan Wu, she was particularly looking forward to what the old emperor was thinking at the moment.

However, Abao waited until snow accumulated on the edge of the old emperor's skirt, but the old emperor did not move.

On the contrary, the stronger the wind, the colder the snow.

A Bao was still staring silently into the distance. Dark clouds were rolling above the palace. The cold wind was blowing the old trees outside the East Palace toppling over. The blizzard was freezing her so much that she was shivering.

A Bao had no choice but to return to the palace first.

But to Abao's surprise, the snowstorm continued without stopping until New Year's Eve.

Early that morning, Abao opened the small window and saw that the East Palace was covered in silver. The snow was knee-deep everywhere, the eaves were frozen, and the whiteness was dazzling.

Po had a bad feeling.

It is said that auspicious snow means a good harvest, but a heavy snowstorm can only mean a disaster.

A Bao racked his brains and thought hard, but in his memory of his previous life, there had never been a blizzard in Daqi on New Year's Eve that year.

Why is the city covered in snow now? And what is the current situation outside the palace?

Full of thoughts, A Bao called Hong Xiu and told her, "Wait in front of the Taihe Gate. When you see Young Marquis Xie, immediately ask him to come find me."

Hongxiu obeyed the order and lifted the curtain to go out.

Po frowned worriedly, turned around, and sat quietly in front of the dressing mirror.

When she saw the little girl in the mirror with childish eyes and eyebrows, she was dazed again as always.

Is all this a dream or reality?

Behind her, Lu Lang held a wooden comb in her hand and helped her to tie her hair into a bun and put on her makeup, and then put on gold and jade hairpins for her. Finally, he changed her into the intricate and gorgeous ancestral worship dress with a gold background and black patterns.

This process took half an hour.

When A Bao looked at the graceful and elegant Crown Princess in the bronze mirror, it was as if he saw himself in his past life, sitting on the imperial throne in the Taiji Hall, holding the imperial power, making clouds and rain with a wave of his hand, and deciding life and death.

Lu Lang reminded in a low voice, "Your Highness, the time has come."

A Bao suddenly came back to his senses and looked into the bronze mirror, trying hard to force a dignified and gentle smile.

She turned around, stepped over the threshold of the inner hall, and sat in the Crown Princess's sedan chair.

The crown prince of the Eastern Palace of Daqi was carrying a magnificent golden carriage, which passed through the bluestone pavement, passed through one palace gate after another, and headed straight for the Qilin Mountain to the west of the palace city.

Along the way, Abao half-lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.

Although it was early in the morning, the palace servants in each hall had already been busy sweeping the snow and dust, and hanging up lanterns and decorations.

A Bao is still worried about the situation outside the palace after the unusual snowstorm.

But the whole palace was filled with flowers and was very lively, so she was happy too, and couldn't help but feel that she was overthinking the snowstorm.

They continued to move forward and when they were almost at the Huangji Palace, the ceremonial procession stopped at the stone road at the foot of the mountain.

According to the rules set by the ancestors of Daqi, every year on New Year’s Eve, members of the Xuanyuan royal family must climb thousands of stone steps in person during the ancestral worship.

The purpose is to let the later generations appreciate the difficulty of their ancestors in establishing this great foundation.

However, this mountain road in front of me is really long...

A Bao got out of the sedan chair and looked towards the Qilin Mountain, which was surrounded by lush snow-capped trees and shrouded in mist. In the sea of ​​snow-covered forest, there was only a winding stone path with thousands of stone steps.

Abao, wrapped tightly in fox fur, sighed helplessly.

Leaving the warm bed early in the morning, braving the winter wind and snow, I climbed this steep stone path in the mountains on my own two feet.

To the extent that, from childhood to adulthood, the thing she hated most on New Year's Eve every year was ancestor worship.

With a deep sigh, Po stepped onto the stone steps.

The mountain path was quiet and deserted. The old pine and cypress trees on both sides of the stone steps had been quietly rooted in Qilin Mountain for hundreds of years, watching the descendants of the Xuanyuan clan come and go, from young children to the old age, and they had never changed.

When Abao looked at the old tree beside the stone steps, the first thing he thought of was the time when he was a child and was dragged out of his bed by Concubine Wen to offer sacrifices to his ancestors.

She was so sleepy that she missed a step and rolled down.

Unexpectedly, he ran into the young man Xuanyuan Fengran who was going up the mountain.