"Empress!" Ruixue's heartbreaking voice almost burst out of the palace.

Emperor Xuan Zhao only felt that everything was gone away from him in an instant. There was a constant roar in his ears, and there were bursts of stinging pain, and his head was about to explode.

He seemed to be unable to hear anything. He watched people coming and going, watched Ye Xia anxiously ask someone to save Fu Ronghua, and watched Zi Tuo come in with the imperial doctor in hand.

With chest pain and a bit of numbness, he stepped forward tremblingly and held her hand, which was still warm.

"Everything was obviously fine during the delivery and the baby came out smoothly. How could this happen suddenly?" Wen Po's cries and disbelief could be heard in her ears.

Why did this happen? Because it was him who did it. He remembered that Ronghua was Tianfeng Nu, so he laid a plan.

However, the Taoist priest said that she would not die, but would just fall into a deep sleep. Why, her hands gradually became cold.

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"What did you say!" Qin Ying jumped up, "Sister Fu is dead, but, but I am still here!" Her pupils were tightened, revealing a bit of horror.

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"Your Majesty," a horrified cry came to his ears, and Emperor Xuanzhao fell to the ground.

Ye Xia could hardly stand still, but still managed to arrange everything.

In the afternoon, everything slowly calmed down. Ruixue sat blankly in the Qiushui Palace. Fu Ronghua was put on new clothes and lay there quietly.

Xie Yu's eyes were swollen from crying, but he held on to the jade stone and didn't dare to let go.

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Ye Xia whispered, "Your Majesty, haven't you woken up yet?" She gritted her teeth, "It's already the seventh day, and Concubine Rong's body is being put down. I'm afraid it's inappropriate."

Eunuch Du shook his head, "Your Majesty is awake, but he doesn't want to come out."

Ye Xia was furious, so she opened the door and said, "Xuanji, how long are you going to delay?" The words in her mouth stopped abruptly.

Emperor Xuan Zhao in front of her, with white silk in his black hair, faintly fell in her eyes. She was speechless, "Concubine Rong is dead. It's the seventh day. You must let her die."

Emperor Xuanzhao raised his head, as if the haggardness of the previous few days was gone. He walked out expressionlessly, "I decree that I will make Concubine Rong my queen and be buried in the imperial mausoleum. A hundred years later, I will sleep with her." He said.

He read it word by word, then turned around and headed in the direction of Qiushui Palace.

Ye Xia covered the mockery in her eyes and found it extremely funny.

Zi You stayed beside Fu Ronghua's body, but when others couldn't see it, he fed Fu Ronghua a pill to avoid being exposed.

There were already spots on Fu Ronghua's body, as well as on his cheeks. Although they were light, Emperor Xuan Zhao who came in still saw them.

Ye Xia followed behind and said, "If it were later, Sister Fu might not like how she looks now."

In the Xuan Dynasty, on the fourth day of April in the fifth year of Emperor Zhao's reign, Queen Duanchen Wenrong was buried. The emperor held rites to offer sacrifices to heaven, and knelt down before the coffin of Queen Duanchen Wenrong.

On the fifth day of April in the fifth year of Emperor Zhao's reign, the world was informed that Duan Chen Wen Ronghou died.

On the sixth day of April in the fifth year of Emperor Zhao's reign, hundreds of officials ordered their wives to enter the palace to pay homage. White flags hung all over the palace, showing a sense of sadness and desolation.

Mrs. Fu fainted from crying several times, and Mr. Fu even lost his former spirit.

On the tenth day of April in the fifth year of Emperor Zhao's reign, Duan Chen Wen Rong was buried in the imperial mausoleum. During the burial, he ordered his wife, the Imperial City Guards, to accompany her. Emperor Xuan Zhao insisted on accompanying him, but his exhortations were fruitless, so he had no choice but to give up.
Chapter completed!