Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

He combed his white hair neatly, held a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and drove all the mourners out of the mourning hall. Standing in the mourning hall with a hunched body, he looked at the name on the tablet and couldn't help crying. That was his only granddaughter. Although he expected that his granddaughter would be in danger once she entered the East Palace, he didn't expect that it would only be a year before the old man sent her to die.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day for the Crown Princess' burial.

Yan Ci took the opportunity to go to Chonghua Palace to pay his respects to the Crown Princess and brought Cong Xi with him, intending to let Cong Xi treat the poison in Shen Zhaoyong's body.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Chonghua Palace, I heard a commotion inside. All the people who came to mourn the Crown Princess were driven out of the mourning hall.

Yan Ci walked through the crowd and finally saw what was happening inside the mourning hall.

Jiang Weizhi, Lord Cheng'en, who had not appeared in public for a long time, was standing upright in front of the coffin, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. The coffin bearers could not get close to him at all.

Jiang Yun's coffin was buried in the imperial mausoleum five days after it was kept in Chonghua Palace.

Without the Crown Princess, Chonghua Palace seemed to have returned to its former appearance, but it was lonelier than before.

Shen Zhaoyong was lying on the recliner in the yard as usual. When he saw the empty seat opposite him, he turned his head away with a bitter expression.

Rong Jing's footsteps sounded in Shen Zhaoyong's ears.

Shen Zhaoyong concealed the pain in his heart and asked, "How is it, what did you find out?"

"Your Majesty went to Chaofeng Palace. People outside heard a lot of noise, but when Your Majesty came out, he seemed fine."

He combed his white hair neatly, held a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and drove all the mourners out of the mourning hall. Standing in the mourning hall with a hunched body, he looked at the name on the tablet and couldn't help crying. That was his only granddaughter. Although he expected that his granddaughter would be in danger once she entered the East Palace, he didn't expect that it would only be a year before the old man sent her to die.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day for the Crown Princess' burial.

Yan Ci took the opportunity to go to Chonghua Palace to pay his respects to the Crown Princess and brought Cong Xi with him, intending to let Cong Xi treat the poison in Shen Zhaoyong's body.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Chonghua Palace, I heard a commotion inside. All the people who came to mourn the Crown Princess were driven out of the mourning hall.

Yan Ci walked through the crowd and finally saw what was happening inside the mourning hall.

Jiang Weizhi, Lord Cheng'en, who had not appeared in public for a long time, was standing upright in front of the coffin, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. The coffin bearers could not get close to him at all.

Jiang Yun's coffin was buried in the imperial mausoleum five days after it was kept in Chonghua Palace.

Without the Crown Princess, Chonghua Palace seemed to have returned to its former appearance, but it was lonelier than before.

Shen Zhaoyong was lying on the recliner in the yard as usual. When he saw the empty seat opposite him, he turned his head away with a bitter expression.

Rong Jing's footsteps sounded in Shen Zhaoyong's ears.

Shen Zhaoyong concealed the pain in his heart and asked, "How is it, what did you find out?"

"Your Majesty went to Chaofeng Palace. People outside heard a lot of noise, but when Your Majesty came out, he seemed fine."

He combed his white hair neatly, held a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and drove all the mourners out of the mourning hall. Standing in the mourning hall with a hunched body, he looked at the name on the tablet and couldn't help crying. That was his only granddaughter. Although he expected that his granddaughter would be in danger once she entered the East Palace, he didn't expect that it would only be a year before the old man sent her to die.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day for the Crown Princess' burial.

Yan Ci took the opportunity to go to Chonghua Palace to pay his respects to the Crown Princess and brought Cong Xi with him, intending to let Cong Xi treat the poison in Shen Zhaoyong's body.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Chonghua Palace, I heard a commotion inside. All the people who came to mourn the Crown Princess were driven out of the mourning hall.

Yan Ci walked through the crowd and finally saw what was happening inside the mourning hall.

Jiang Weizhi, Lord Cheng'en, who had not appeared in public for a long time, was standing upright in front of the coffin, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. The coffin bearers could not get close to him at all.

Jiang Yun's coffin was buried in the imperial mausoleum five days after it was kept in Chonghua Palace.

Without the Crown Princess, Chonghua Palace seemed to have returned to its former appearance, but it was lonelier than before.

Shen Zhaoyong was lying on the recliner in the yard as usual. When he saw the empty seat opposite him, he turned his head away with a bitter expression.

Rong Jing's footsteps sounded in Shen Zhaoyong's ears.

Shen Zhaoyong concealed the pain in his heart and asked, "How is it, what did you find out?"

"Your Majesty went to Chaofeng Palace. People outside heard a lot of noise, but when Your Majesty came out, he seemed fine."

He combed his white hair neatly, held a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and drove all the mourners out of the mourning hall. Standing in the mourning hall with a hunched body, he looked at the name on the tablet and couldn't help crying. That was his only granddaughter. Although he expected that his granddaughter would be in danger once she entered the East Palace, he didn't expect that it would only be a year before the old man sent her to die.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day for the Crown Princess' burial.

Yan Ci took the opportunity to go to Chonghua Palace to pay his respects to the Crown Princess and brought Cong Xi with him, intending to let Cong Xi treat the poison in Shen Zhaoyong's body.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Chonghua Palace, I heard a commotion inside. All the people who came to mourn the Crown Princess were driven out of the mourning hall.

Yan Ci walked through the crowd and finally saw what was happening inside the mourning hall.

Jiang Weizhi, Lord Cheng'en, who had not appeared in public for a long time, was standing upright in front of the coffin, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. The coffin bearers could not get close to him at all.

Jiang Yun's coffin was buried in the imperial mausoleum five days after it was kept in Chonghua Palace.

Without the Crown Princess, Chonghua Palace seemed to have returned to its former appearance, but it was lonelier than before.

Shen Zhaoyong was lying on the recliner in the yard as usual. When he saw the empty seat opposite him, he turned his head away with a bitter expression.

Rong Jing's footsteps sounded in Shen Zhaoyong's ears.

Shen Zhaoyong concealed the pain in his heart and asked, "How is it, what did you find out?"

"Your Majesty went to Chaofeng Palace. People outside heard a lot of noise, but when Your Majesty came out, he seemed fine."

He combed his white hair neatly, held a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and drove all the mourners out of the mourning hall. Standing in the mourning hall with a hunched body, he looked at the name on the tablet and couldn't help crying. That was his only granddaughter. Although he expected that his granddaughter would be in danger once she entered the East Palace, he didn't expect that it would only be a year before the old man sent her to die.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day for the Crown Princess' burial.

Yan Ci took the opportunity to go to Chonghua Palace to pay his respects to the Crown Princess and brought Cong Xi with him, intending to let Cong Xi treat the poison in Shen Zhaoyong's body.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Chonghua Palace, I heard a commotion inside. People came to pay their respects to the Crown Princess, who was hated by everyone and vomited with cold.