However, Shen Yuting's psychological quality was not high to begin with, and she had just made another mistake. She knew that this was her last chance to make amends, so she burned incense alone in front of everyone, with His Majesty, the Prince and others watching.
This put Shen Yuting under great psychological pressure and her nerves were stretched to the extreme. The more she was afraid of making mistakes, the more nervous she became.
She held up the incense stick with trembling fingers and tried her best to stay calm. She kowtowed three times to the memorial tablet behind the tribute table. When she was about to stand up, she stepped on the hem of her skirt because her legs were weak and she screamed.
He fell forward heavily.
"Bang!!" With a loud noise, Shen Yuting's whole body hit the tribute table. The melons, fruits, three animals and other sacrifices that were originally piled high fell over in an instant. All kinds of porcelain, wine and other heavy objects also crumbled.
Shen Yuting's center of gravity was unstable and she was about to fall to the ground.
"Ah...!!" She scrambled with her hands in panic, but she caught the tablecloth embroidered with Buddhist scriptures and pulled it down unconsciously.
In an instant, a series of sputtering and shattering sounds were heard: "Crackling... bang! Bang bang bang..." The tablecloth overturned and fell with the sacrifices all over the table, and they all fell to the ground.
On Shen Yuting's head and body.
Shen Yuting screamed repeatedly, holding her head and shrinking under the table.
For a moment, melons and fruits were rolling around, wine was shattered all over the floor, all kinds of jade, porcelain, and goldware were falling over, even the long-burning lamp on the table was overturned, and kerosene splashed on the carpet and messy tablecloth, and immediately ignited.
Got the flame.
"Ahhhh——!"
Shen Yuting, who was hiding under the tribute table, was so frightened that she screamed and shrank desperately to avoid being burned by the fire: "Help! There's a fire, please help me!"
"Quickly put out the fire!" Several monks standing nearby panicked and immediately rushed to put out the flames.
"Father, be careful!" The prince quickly pulled Emperor Zhaoming aside to avoid the flying debris. Emperor Zhaoming staggered but couldn't care about it. He stared at the table and shouted: "Protect him quickly."
Souls!"
As soon as the prince turned his head, the tablecloth that had been pulled off carried the coffin on the high platform, and it was about to fall into the fire as it swayed.
The monks were all busy putting out the fire, and it was too late when they heard the shouts.
At this moment, the princess next to her rushed over and hugged the spirit tablet that fell into the fire, but she lost her balance and fell down.
When Zhan Beihan heard Emperor Zhaoming's shout, he immediately rushed towards the offering table, but was stopped by the sacrifices rolling all over the floor. He was not as fast as the Crown Princess.
He originally wanted to catch the Crown Princess, but it was inconvenient for him to get close to her. In the blink of an eye, the Crown Princess had already fallen into the burning tablecloth with her coffin in her arms. Her clothes and hair were immediately burnt black by the flames.
"Emperor's sister-in-law!" Zhan Beihan didn't hesitate anymore, grabbed the princess, pulled her out, and quickly put out the flames on her body.
"Wen'er!" The prince had just helped Emperor Zhaoming steady, and when he saw this, he immediately rushed over to help the princess.
The princess's hair was messy, her face was pale, her clothes were burnt with black holes, and blisters from the burns were faintly visible.
The main hall was already in chaos. A dozen monks finally brought water over and poured it on the fire. A burst of pungent smoke billowed up.
The fire was finally extinguished, and black ashes fell onto the sacrifices scattered on the floor, leaving the hall in a mess.
All the civil and military officials were so frightened that they knelt on the ground tremblingly.
"Wen'er, how are you? Have you been burned?" The prince hugged the princess and half-knelt on the ground, pulled off his coat and wrapped it around her body, asking anxiously.
Emperor Zhaoming strode over and saw the late queen's body being held tightly in the arms of the Crown Princess. His expression was slightly relaxed, and he quickly asked seriously: "How is the Crown Princess? Is she injured?" Hot 『』 This chapter has been completed!