After the zombies traveled through time, they were tricked by the villain into becoming a stepmother

Chu Zhankui certainly understood the truth, but he couldn't help feeling frustrated and unwilling. He had been cautious and treading on thin ice in the officialdom for so many years, but he still ran into the emperor's reverse scale.

Ugh.

The old lady was still giving instructions.

“You must remember that our Chu family must always stand with Her Royal Highness the Princess.

It is hard to say whether the emperor was willing to show leniency because the princess was close to the Chu family.

So you must love your niece sincerely and never have any other thoughts about her. Remember this!"

"My son knows."

The mother and son chattered on for a while until the old lady felt dizzy and her breathing became more and more rapid and difficult.

She suddenly reached out her hand again, grabbed the eldest son's sleeve, and held it tightly. Trying to open her eyes wide, she could see guilt in her cloudy eyes.

"Son, I have one last favor to ask of you..."

Chu Zhankui grabbed his mother's thin hand, and seeing her eyes gradually becoming unfocused, tears began to fall uncontrollably again.

"Mom, you say so, and I will do it!"

The old lady could no longer see the person in front of her clearly, but she still stared and spoke intermittently.

"...You, quietly ask someone to look for it, sneak to the charity cemetery... or look for it in the mass graves...

If you find her... don't make it public, bring her back... just, just... bury her next to my grave and your father's grave...

Don’t call her… a… wandering ghost…”

After forcing herself to utter the last word, her head slowly fell to the pillow. Chu Zhankui tightly grasped his mother's hand and cried inconsolably.

Every mother and son in this world are friends for life and death. At first, she welcomed him with a smile, and now he sends her off with tears.

"I know. I will go and find her. Don't worry, mother. I will."

Finally, she slowly closed her tired eyes.

Chumen He, died.

He died at the age of sixty-nine.

Along with this news, Chu Zhankui's memorial of mourning was also sent to the emperor.

After reading it, the emperor was silent for a long time before he picked up his pen and wrote a perfunctory remark on the memorial submitted by the censor to report the Chu family.

He then put it aside, took out another memorial, and continued reviewing it without raising his head.

Manager Wei was still as quiet as an object in the room, not daring to make any unnecessary noises. He just served the supreme ruler of the world day after day by adding tea and lighting the lamps.

The master and servant worked until late at night, when the emperor put down his imperial pen, moved his slightly sore wrist, raised his eyes and glanced out the door.

"Where did that kid Shen Mufeng go again?"

Chief Steward Wei replied quietly.

"Your Majesty, it is late at night and the palace gates have long been locked. It is natural for General Shen to resign and return home."

"Humph, do you believe what I said? How could he go back home? He must have climbed over the Chu family's wall again to seduce my princess, right?"

As a servant, he dared not respond casually. Chief Steward Wei could only bow his head and smile. He respectfully presented the tea, which had just been brewed and was now at the right temperature, to the king with both hands.

He was still giving advice in a very polite manner.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night. You might as well go to bed first. If you drink too much tea, it will inevitably affect your sleep."

"I'm not sleepy."

He took the teacup and drank half of it in big gulps, then put it back on the imperial desk. He felt refreshed, so he raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and stood up with the help of the handrail to stretch his legs.

As he stepped out of the door, Chief Steward Wei winked at the young eunuch under his command, asking him to tidy up the imperial desk, and then he quickly caught up with him.

The emperor did not stroll too far, he just walked around his own Palace of Tranquil Longevity.

Although it was already a warm spring day, it was still a little chilly at night. Chief Steward Wei asked the eunuch to bring a cloak to keep warm, but the emperor waved his hand and sent him away.

With his hands behind his back, he stood at the stone railing and looked into the distance at the half-moon in the sky.

"Xiao Weizi, I'm a little tired."

Manager Wei's fingers trembled twice, and he bent down a little more, and answered cautiously.

"Then I will escort His Majesty back to the palace to rest, shall I?"

"Tsk, why are you taking a break? Believe it or not, tomorrow when the court starts, the impeachment memorials against Chu Zhankui will be thrown at us like a madman, and Old Six will probably not be able to escape."

There was no particular emotion in the emperor's voice. Perhaps it was because the moonlight was not bright enough that the expression on his face flickered and was difficult to see clearly.

Such words that could almost kill people, the servants dared not answer them. Fortunately, the emperor did not intend to let anyone answer them, he just wanted to complain. I have said it before, this person is used to being willful.

"Since the Chu family is so sensible, I am not the kind of king who is mean and ungrateful. Let the old man take his family back first. In this way, your queen will not complain about me, right?"

He sighed. It was always difficult to have both in this world. Even if he was the supreme ruler of the world, he couldn't have everything he wanted.

"Go and draft an imperial decree. The entire Gu family will be executed, all the male members of the Chu family will be stripped of their official positions, and the imperial decrees on the female members will not be touched for the time being."

After a pause, he continued giving orders.

"Another oral decree was issued to revoke the title of Princess Chenghua. Considering that she was a child and had no power to decide for herself, she should be spared and sent to Jingyun Temple to pray for the blessing of Da Qi."

"Yes!"

Three hours later, in the faint morning light, an inconspicuous carriage outside the palace hurriedly picked up the former princess and headed straight for Jingyun Temple, which was hundreds of miles away.

"Mu Feng, you just hit her so hard that she fainted with one blow. Chenghua, no, will Gu Jingyu never wake up?"

Pei Changjing, dragging his injured body, stood at the palace gate and watched the gray carriage go farther and farther away. Thinking that it contained people whom he would probably never see again, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"No wonder she has never been able to get close to me. It seems that it's not that I'm not a good enough brother, but that it's fate!"

Shen Mufeng turned his head and looked at him. He would go crazy from time to time and intermittently act out the sad and melancholy childhood friend scene.

If this guy hadn't suddenly become Chu Chu's eldest brother by virtue of his sister's status as a brother, I would have given him a good scolding.

She turned around and walked back to the palace, not bothering to pay attention to him.

"Stop talking about these useless things here. If you really have nothing to do, just think about it. In the future, there will be no Lord Chu to protect you in the court. How can you try your best to ensure that you will not be successfully kicked into a trap by others when being chased and blocked by others?"

Speaking of this miserable topic, Pei Xiaoliu really wanted to sing a verse.

It’s a long story for a child without a mother.

There was no time to sympathize with others, so I should just pity him first. He turned around and limped after his childhood friend.