Rong Jing's carriage was covered with thick brocade bedding, and two hand stoves were placed in the carriage. As soon as he got on the carriage, the carriage was as warm as spring.

Yun Qianyue reached out and picked up a stove and hugged it in her arms, stuffed another stove into Rong Jing's arms. Rong Jing took the stove away and stuffed it back into her arms. Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows and looked at him. He curled his lips and smiled, and took her into her arms. His voice was gentle and gentle, "Where is it comfortable to hug you when you hold this!"

Yun Qianyue rolled her eyes, glared at him with a funny look, and said in a long voice: "Young Master Rong, your taste is so noble."

Rong Jing raised his eyebrows.

Yun Qianyue nestled in his arms and muttered, "I don't know who can't live without the warm jade bed every day in the past ten years. She always held a warm stove in her hands when she went out. Why didn't she want to hug me at that time?"

"I thought about it at that time, and my heart hurts so much that I think about it, but unfortunately I didn't dare to ask for it." Rong Jing sighed softly.

Yun Qianyue felt ache in her heart, loosened her hand stove, reached out to hug his waist, buried her face in his arms, and whispered: "From now on, I will be your hand stove, okay?"

Rong Jing suddenly smiled and looked down at the person in her arms. She really had a soft heart. If Yu Zishu hadn't talked about some things in her previous life, the prince of Jade wouldn't have lies. He really doubted whether the woman was really the same person as her. He lowered his head, buried it on her neck, and smiled and said, "Okay!"

Yun Qianyue's face quietly rose a blush and felt a warm breathing from her neck. Her heartbeats and stopped talking.

Rong Jing watched Yun Qianyue's ears gradually turn pink, and he laughed silently and stopped talking.

The car was quiet, and the wheels outside pressed against the snow surface, making a creaking sound, and the horse's hooves were stepping on the snow, making a squeaking sound. The heavy snow was flying all over the sky, hitting the carport. The black and smooth brocade of the carport made the snowflakes unstable as the horses pulled the carport, and then quickly slid to the ground.

None of the two in the car spoke again, and just snuggled all the way back to the imperial city.

The soldiers guarding the city saw Rong Jing's carriage and quickly opened the city gate. The carriage smoothly into the city. Brunei followed behind.

"Criminal, should you and Miss Qianyue go back to the mansion to change your clothes first, or go straight into the palace?" Xiange asked softly outside.

"Let's go straight into the palace!" Rong Jing said.

String Song responded, waved the whip, and the carriage headed towards the palace.

Yun Qianyue moved and came out of Rong Jing's arms. He reached out to lift the curtain, and a cold wind blew over her face. She shuddered and looked out. All the soldiers at the gate of the city were wearing plain white, and there were pedestrians in groups of three or three on the street, all wearing plain clothes. No one was seen wearing crowns and tassels. Every storefront was tied with white silk or black satin. The bloody smell of yesterday was heard all over the city, but there was a kind of depression and heavy weight. She withdrew her gaze and dropped from the curtains.

Rong Jing took advantage of the car curtain that Yun Qianyue picked up and looked out, and in a moment, he withdrew his gaze and looked at her.

Yun Qianyue whispered softly: "I have been looking forward to the death of the old emperor in the past. It has been looking forward to it since the year of his forty-five years. I have been pretending to be under his nose for ten years, and I have also been looking forward to it for ten years. Now that he is really dead, I actually feel a little uncomfortable."

Rong Jing gently flicked Yun Qianyue's head and smiled and said, "Yun Qianyue, this is human nature!"

"Although he is an abominable emperor who loves to make conspiracies and tricks, he is just an old man. It is said that a poor person must have something hateful, but I think he, a hateful person, is also a little pitiful." Yun Qianyue's slight voice suddenly became a little indifferent, "In fact, I can understand that he cares about the Ye family's country like his life. Just like a human belief, it has been rooted in his soul since he was a child. He involuntarily for this belief that he is still alone. He will only be influenced by this belief that has been rooted in the soul, so that the imperial power and the Ye family's country are above everything else, including himself."

Rong Jing didn't speak, listened quietly.

Yun Qianyue continued: "Because I once had a belief, and that belief has been implanted into my soul, and has reached the point where I will protect it without death and be liberated. So, I was thinking, it might be bad for this old emperor to die, but he was finally liberated."

Rong Jing suddenly smiled, reached out to rub Yun Qianyue's head, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it! He is not worth your thoughts."

Yun Qianyue suddenly laughed, opened Rong Jing's hand, rubbed her head with her own hands, "Yes, she is just a dead old man. When he was alive, I felt nauseous when I saw him. Now he is dead. Why am I sad for him? I am really going back and forth. It's better to think about Ye Tianqing!"

"I want Ye Tianqing?" Rong Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Well, think about whether he took a quick step and drank Mengpo soup earlier, so that he should not meet that old man again!" Yun Qianyue said, "I was born as a father and son, but I should not meet him on the road to Huangquan when I die! Isn't it possible to meet him more often, and they will still be father and son in the next life. Isn't this a sin?"

Rong Jing couldn't help but be funny and nodded her head with his hands, "You, really..."

"What's wrong with me? I'm telling the truth!" Yun Qianyue lay lazily back into his arms and looked at him with her face raised.

"It's true!" Rong Jing nodded with a smile, and saw that Yun Qianyue's eyes showed sadness, just like the look he looked when he saw Ye Tianqing commit suicide with his own eyes. He reached out to cover her eyes and said to her: "Yun Qianyue, I allowed you to shed a tear for him yesterday. From now on, you are not allowed to think of him anymore."

Yun Qianyue blinked her eyes, and her eyes were pitch black, and his palms were warm and moist.

"It doesn't work if anyone loves you, do you know? Your heart can only be with me." Rong Jing said again.

Yun Qianyue's pain was gone, and she nodded and reached out to hold Rong Jing's hand, "I understand, Mr. Rong, my heart can only be with you. No one can take it away."

Rong Jing's mouth bent slightly and stopped talking.

The carriage walked through the streets and alleys, and soon came to the gate of the palace.

Xian Ge stopped the carriage and said to it: "Criminal, the palace has arrived!"

Rong Jing calmed down the tenderness in his eyes, responded lightly, and withdrew his hand. Yun Qianyue sat up while lying, looked at him, and asked in a low voice: "What the hell is Ye Tianyi doing? Do you know? He knows that when will the old emperor last? How could he not know? How could he allow the old emperor to die without leaving an imperial edict? Generally speaking, once the old emperor dies, someone will read the imperial edict and pass the throne, and then the ministers will bow to him and call him the new emperor. But he is still called the Seventh Prince, what does this mean?"

"1. It means that the imperial edict has not been read out yet, and it is read out after waiting for us to enter. Two. The imperial edict has been read out, and he is not the new emperor." Rong Jing gave two answers.

Yun Qianyue frowned.

Rong Jing reached out and opened the wardrobe in a corner of the car, took out a white mink cloak from it, put it on her, and said to her: "Don't think about it anymore, I'll know sooner or later, what's the use of thinking about him? In short, remember, no matter what happens, I'm there. No one can take you away. Even if it's an imperial edict, it won't work. When have you ever paid attention to the imperial edict?"

Yun Qianyue lowered her head and saw Rong Jingruyu's fingertips tied her cloak. The best marten cloak was draped on her body. She immediately felt warm to her heart. She didn't say anything for a moment, but just looked at his warm fingertips.

"Did you hear it?" Rong Jing looked up at her when she didn't answer.

"I heard it!" Yun Qianyue nodded. She was calm and loved Rong Jing, so she naturally could not compromise and surrender to others. There was a person who had become a cinnabar mole on his heart, and he could never be erased. Others were just scenery on the roadside.

"Let's go!" Rong Jing put down his hand, looked at the cloak on her body with satisfaction, opened the curtain, and slowly got out of the car.

Yun Qianyue followed him, slid her lightly, and jumped out of the car.

At this time, the carriage from Brunei also arrived. He immediately threw the reins and ran over, saying respectfully to the two: "Captain Jing, Miss Qianyue, the Seventh Prince said that after you two came, you will go directly to the Holy Yang Temple."

"Yeah!" Rong Jing responded, took Yun Qianyue's hand and walked towards the palace gate.

Yun Qianyue followed him and saw that the palace gate was like the city gate. Everyone in the palace gate was covered in plain clothes, and the white sail of the emperor's death was hung on the palace gate. She glanced lightly and withdrew her gaze.

When the soldiers at the palace gate saw Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue coming, they quickly opened the palace gate.

Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue walked towards the Holy Sun Palace and walked for a while. Yun Qianyue suddenly asked, "Where did this cloak come from?"

"It was made specifically for you." Rong Jing said.

"When?" Yun Qianyue blinked her eyes, reached out to touch the fur of the cloak, and said inquiring: "This cloak does not look new. Although it looks very new, it should be because it is well preserved."

"Yeah!" Rong Jing nodded, thought for a while and said, "It's been about two or three years!"

"At that time?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows and looked at Rong Jing's side face, "Are you sure it was done for me?"

"Yun Qianyue, of course, did it for you! You don't have to doubt it." Rong Jing glanced at her and said, "At that time, I was tortured by cold poison for seven or eight years, and I had already suffered a lot. But whenever I knew that you and Ye Tianyi passed on letters, I was even more painful than cold poison. So I became cruel and felt that even if the cold poison could not be cured, I wanted you."

Yun Qianyue looked at him and said with a funny look: "It's so entangled! At that time, you just told me directly that you wanted me, wouldn't it be enough? Why did I turn such a big corner and start the Phoenix Tribulation? Maybe I'll agree to you immediately as soon as you tell me."

Rong Jing reached out to rub his forehead and sighed, "I am confident in everything, but I am the only one with you."

Yun Qianyue suddenly felt sad and soon felt endless sweetness. She looked at Rong Jing and held his hand tightly. The old emperor died, Ye Tianqing also died, Ye Tianyu was imprisoned. The Ye family's throne and the ability to turn the world was Ye Tianyi. No matter what thoughts or means Ye Tianyi used to her, she believed that as long as Rong Jing was there, this unparalleled man would support her in the sky.

Rong Jing felt Yun Qianyue's feelings and trust, turned her head, smiled elegantly at her, and held her hand tightly.

The two stopped talking and walked all the way to the Holy Sun Hall.

Today's palace is silent like death, snow hits the palace walls, and the sky is covered with silver and white. The palace people have changed from the bright and beautiful days, and they all wore plain clothes. The snow fell, and everyone was the same white.

When the palace maids and eunuchs passed by saw Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue, they avoided the ceremony from afar.

Even if the snow falls like a painting, it still cannot conceal the heavy aura emitted everywhere in the palace.

Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue came to the Holy Yang Hall and saw a spirit shed built outside the Holy Yang Hall, with a coffin hanging inside. The best mahogany was as bright as blood. A group of people were kneeling in front of the coffin. The front were several little princes, and behind the little prince were more than a dozen princesses led by the Sixth Princess. The princess was behind a group of women, obviously the concubines of each palace. They should all be of grade, and the ungrade concubines were not qualified to cry. Everyone wore mourning clothes, some were crying quietly, and some were kneeling quietly. The concubines knelt down all over the court.

These people have obviously been kneeling here for a long time, and a thick layer of snow was beaten to them.

Yun Qianyue's eyes flashed across everyone, but she didn't see Ye Tianyi, Mingfei, Ye Qingran, Rong Feng, Leng Shaozhuo, even Prince De, Prince Xiao, Prince Yun, Prime Minister Qin and others familiar figures. She raised her eyebrows.

Brunei was following the two of them, but at this time he looked at the situation outside the Holy Sun Hall, and walked quickly over and entered the hall.

Rong Jing pulled Yun Qianyue to stop and looked at the coffin that was parked.
Chapter completed!