She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

Yan Tongjun died of illness, and the funeral was held the day after Lu Zhongting met A'ao.

This incident made Ah'ao unable to sleep well for two nights. She was still not refreshed and her temper became even worse.

Therefore, after Hengzhi woke up completely, A'ao seldom went to see him.

At this time, Shen Yu still bumped into the muzzle of the gun.

He sent a note stating that state affairs could not remain unresolved for long. In addition, Yan Tongjun was the tutor of two generations of monarchs and was highly respected. He was still thinking about state affairs before his death, so the court could not remain indifferent.

A three-day court meeting was held in the Jinluan Palace to discuss major issues of rectification.

In fact, Jin Zhaoyi was angry with him and didn't want to see him. He hid in the palace and the ministers kept asking to see him and knocking on the door every day. He really couldn't stand it anymore, so he wanted to drag A'an to suffer together.

The ministers wanted to bother A'ao, but everyone knew that Marquis Zhao was seriously injured and recuperating in the Shangshu Mansion. General Yuan Wei was leading the guard at the door, and not even a fly could fly in. Who dared to disturb Marquis Zhao's peace while he was recuperating?

"Okay." Ah'ao sneered. Now he remembered her. Don't blame her for being angry.

So on the second day, A'ao changed into the clothes sent from the palace and walked into the Golden Palace in neat clothes.

"I have no right to comment on anything. I am just a prince arbitrarily appointed by the deposed emperor. It is still Yuan Ning who has to make the decision." Shen Yu still acted like a beast in human clothing, talking nonsense in a serious manner among the ministers.

"Cough... cough cough..." Minister Zhang of the Ministry of Justice had sharp eyes and noticed that Ah'ao walked in, so he coughed deliberately to remind her.

Shen Yu was still unaware, "What's wrong with Master Zhang? It's hot in early autumn, you should take care of yourself!"

Minister Zhang averted his eyes out of pity.

"Really? It turns out that my uncle is also proficient in the art of medicine?" Ah's lips curled up, and she looked like someone who was not easy to mess with. "My niece has been suffering from liver fire recently. How about my uncle help me regulate it?"

Shen Yu's back stiffened and he shut up tactfully.

He had no ambitions in his life and was afraid of getting into trouble. Apart from making the Shen family extinct, he had never done anything out of the ordinary.

He also knew that it was impossible for him to be pushed to inherit the throne. In that case, he might as well be a fool until he died of old age. After all, he would be eating the emperor's food.

When the court needs him, he will come out and do some work to show off. When the court doesn't need him, he will live a comfortable life at home. There is no need to force himself to do anything.

Coincidentally, A'ao also thought so. She was unwilling to even consider the needs of the court. She was already planning to wait for Hengzhi to recover from his injury and then the emperor would pass away.

Anyway, there is already a kid who can inherit the throne. If we train him well, he may become a wise king in the future.

Ah-yi was wearing a fiery red dress, and she looked beautiful and fierce. This was all thanks to the makeup that Yunli put on her. A light touch at the end of her eyes made her look much more imposing.

"Everyone, except for those who unfortunately passed away, those who fled the capital long ago, and those who took sick leave, almost everyone is here. You may talk about it if you have something to say, and it won't delay you from going home for lunch."

Under the dragon throne were two pearwood armchairs, cushioned with Sichuan brocade. In front of each chair was a table for writing or for palace servants to serve tea.

The rest of the ministers also placed tables, chairs, papers and pens according to the number of people for the convenience of discussion. The comfort of the discussion was much better than when the emperor was present.

If some fruits and snacks are served, the meeting will turn into a banquet.

A'an found a comfortable position and leaned back on the chair, facing the silence below, as if she was determined not to move unless the enemy could move.

"No one said anything?" She was impatient and simply sorted out the few things she had just written. "Since all the adults are too shy to speak, I will speak first."

The ministers looked at each other, not daring to say a single word.

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a day. I believe you all think so too. Now there is only one little prince born to Jin Zhaoyi in the palace. He is naturally capable of taking on the great responsibility and should be made the new ruler. Everyone, please vote."

A'ao waved her hand, and the palace maid next to her immediately took the box and went to each table to collect the notes.

"This... Your Highness, I'm afraid it's inappropriate?" The speaker was Cao Jun from the Imperial Censorate. "I think that the eldest son should be made king, so Prince Yi should be made king."

Ah-yi, who had expected this, propped up her chin and glanced at Shen Yu-ren as if she was watching a play. "That still depends on my uncle's opinion."

Shen Yu still waved his hands quickly, "No, although I am the heir of Emperor Wu'an, I was born in the countryside, how can I be emperor? Besides, I have no such ambition!"

This is strange.

Cao Jun looked at A'ao again.

"Why are you looking at me?" Ah-yi laughed, "I am a woman and I am married. There are princes and emperors here, so what does the throne have to do with me?"

Cao Jun was sweating. Throughout history, everyone fought to the death for the throne. Although Da Chong's mess was a bit rotten now, these two people actually avoided it.

Strange.

"Lord Cao, do you have any other opinions? If not, I will have someone count the votes." The palace servants had collected everyone's notes. A'yi stood up and prepared to announce the results.

This was probably the most bizarre time for ministers to go to court to discuss state affairs.

Such an important matter as enthroning a new monarch was actually decided by voting.

Since Lu Zhongting didn't say anything, these people didn't dare to say anything either. They had to let the eunuch count the votes. The votes were almost overwhelmingly in favor and it was passed.

Ah-yi nodded with satisfaction.

"Second, although the prince's birth mother, Jin Zhaoyi, is the descendant of the traitor Jin Feng, she never colluded with him and instead helped the Qingliu to collect evidence of Jin Feng's crimes. She has made contributions and worked hard, so she should be appointed as the queen mother after the new king is enthroned. What do you think?"

The emperor's jade seal and the empress's golden seal were now placed side by side on the table in front of A'ao.

The princess looked as if anyone who stood in her way would die, and anyone who saw her would be sweating profusely.

Besides, the palace and the outside are now guarded by Gu Shouchun and his men, who are the retainers of the late queen! He fully agreed and passed another one.

In this way, all matters concerning the succession to the throne, the enthronement of the empress dowager, the national mourning for Yan Tongjun, and the reward of meritorious officials were resolved very smoothly and efficiently.

There were a few who were stubborn and unreasonable. They were either members of Jin Feng's faction who had not yet been affected, or were dissatisfied with A'ao's leadership and wanted to take the lead. A'ao also demoted them on the spot and deducted their salaries.

After all, the seal of the Secretariat was also in the hands of Lu Zhongting, and the national treasury was really empty.

Although the ministers were almost led by the nose, they realized belatedly that this was the most important thing at the moment.
"Let's disperse."

The princess was in a good mood and fulfilled her ministers' promise to go home early for lunch.

Lu Zhongting walked out of the hall, smiling helplessly.

He acted with such drastic measures, yet still said that he was incompetent and did not even find a suitable excuse to refuse.

I can’t imagine what our country would be like if there really was a female emperor.

But he was too lazy to think about it. The most important thing for him right now was to handle Yan Tongjun's funeral.

When the news of what happened in the Golden Palace was reported back to the Shangshu Mansion, A'ao passed by Yanqing Tower and bought a pot of wine and a bag of freshly made snacks, and just stepped into the door of the backyard with a happy face.

Yunli and Yuncong were watering the flowers and plants.

Hengzhi leaned on a lounge chair to bask in the sun.

Gong Yangliang was picking his herbs.

"Everyone, I have invited the cook from Yanqing Tower." Ah'ao stood under the fruit tree she planted with her own hands, her smile was vivid and charming, "Call Lord Gu, General Yuan Wei and General Chao, let's have lunch together at noon."

As he spoke, he shook the wine jug in his hand.

"But." She moved closer to Hengzhi, "You can't eat it, but I got up early and asked the kitchen to make porridge. I just went to see it, and it smells delicious."

Hengzhi raised his eyelids to glance at her, then closed them again leisurely.

"You can't drink." Gong Yangliang took the opportunity when Ah-yi bent down to talk to Heng-chi to snatch the wine from her hand. "Your Highness's medicine has been prepared. From today on, you and the young marquis should abstain from food together."

The smile on Ah's lips disappeared in an instant, and she closed her eyes in despair.

This time it was Hengzhi's turn to smile dotingly. He raised his uninjured arm and touched her hair. "Okay, you and I are now sharing the good and the bad, ma'am."

He heard Gong Yangliang talking about taking Ah's pulse yesterday early this morning, so he endured the pain and ran to the yard to lie down, just to find out what happened to her.

Fortunately, Gong Yangliang had explained most of the problems, which were nothing more than qi and blood deficiency, liver depression and excessive thinking. They could be cured by taking a few prescriptions to regulate the body.

But today she had a great time in the Golden Palace and thought that her depression would be mostly relieved.

"By the way, I have something to discuss with you." Ah-yi sat down next to Heng-chi with a chair and said seriously, "You also know about Yan Tongjun's death, right? I want to write an inscription for him. You write it and I'll carve it. Is that okay?"

When Hengzhi opened his eyes, she had put on makeup, and a face as bright as a pomegranate flower appeared before his eyes.

"Why don't you write it and I carve it?"

Ah-yi really thought about it, "Well... you are injured, I am afraid you are not strong enough to catch up with his funeral. Besides, I am not as good as you in writing, but I learned to carve tombstones from Mr. Huai, so I am quite good at it. So you write it, so that you can recover from your injury."

"Hiss." Hengzhi took a breath, propped up his upper body and sat up, pinching the jaw of the person in front of him, "Not strong enough? Do you look down on me like that?" He said threateningly.

Ah'ao looked away guiltily, and her tone became weaker.

"No, you're seriously injured this time, I want you to take good care of yourself. Besides, you've lost too much blood, and you've been lying down for so long, your hands must be weak."

Hengzhi put his right hand on her back and pulled her to him. "Do you have the strength? Come over tonight and try it and you'll know for sure."

Ah-yi lowered her head and laughed at him, "Be careful with your wound! Be serious, young marquis, there are so many people in the yard."

Hengzhi had long been dissatisfied with the fact that they slept in separate rooms.

Except for the early days after their marriage, they never slept in separate rooms even when they were injured. Besides, they were rarely together and apart, and Hengzhi almost forgot what it felt like to sleep well with Ah-yi in his arms.

"My bed is small, and you can't sleep in it with your injury." She patiently explained the reason, "Now everything is almost settled, are you still afraid of not having the days together?"

"I'm afraid." Heng Qi restrained himself, and his eyes were as soft as spring water. "The Minister of the Central Secretariat has always wanted to support you to become the empress, and he is afraid that you will abandon me after having an affair with me."

"is it?"

Ah-yi pretended to be skeptical, "Then I have to go talk to him about this matter. When I ascend the throne, I will be the first to reduce your fiefdom."

As she was about to turn around and leave, Hengzhi grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

As if afraid that she really planned to do so.

Ah-yi turned around and saw that his face was pale, but he was really handsome, and his slightly lonely look made her feel pity for him for no reason, and her heart softened.

I don't want to joke with him anymore.

"Drink porridge with you."

(End of this chapter)