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Emperor Yuan stared intently at Empress Meng, already having made his own plans.

Once Mumford is provoked, he can use this as an excuse to make a big fuss.

In my line of sight, I saw Meng Fu's smile slowly disappear, and his handsome brows furrowed.

She remained silent, not saying a word.

The hall was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was looking at Empress Meng.

Even Duke Shen and Xie Yuqi were looking at her, their eyes filled with both expectation and wariness.

If Consort Shen is posthumously honored as Empress, it would be of extraordinary significance to the Shen family and Xie Yuqi; it would be an immensely good thing.

But Empress Meng will definitely stop it!

The waiting time always feels long.

After an unknown amount of time, Empress Meng finally spoke, "Your Majesty, have you decided on the posthumous title for Consort Shen, which will be conferred the title of Empress?"

Everyone present was taken aback.

Even Emperor Yuan didn't react in that instant.

"Posthumous title...?" Emperor Yuan frowned deeply.

"Yes, the posthumous title, has Your Majesty not decided yet? I understand, Your Majesty made this decision on a whim."

"Very well, I just thought of a few, but time was too short, I don't know if they are suitable." Empress Meng gave a wink to Aunt Ling who was standing next to her.

Aunt Ling understood and immediately had a palace servant bring pen and ink.

Empress Meng wrote down a few words and handed them to Eunuch Gao, who then presented them to Emperor Yuan.

She showed no anger throughout, behaving like a considerate and dignified wife.

Looking at those words, Emperor Yuan had to admit that they were exceptionally well-chosen.

But this wasn't the kind of reaction he wanted from Meng Fu.

Even this can't anger her?

The Emperor felt increasingly choked up, and his face grew grim and terrifying.

"Your Majesty is not satisfied with these posthumous titles?" Empress Meng saw him frown, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes. "My feelings for Consort Shen are not as deep as Your Majesty's and Consort Shen's. I can't think of any other ones."

"But today is the anniversary of the Imperial Concubine's death, so we should posthumously confer a title upon her. How should this posthumous title be determined?"

Empress Meng's unexpected response was that she not only did not stop it, but seemed to be trying her best to make it happen.

Everyone looked at Emperor Yuan.

Silence fell once again in the main hall.

This time, we await Emperor Yuan's decision.

Everyone assumed that Emperor Yuan's silence was because he was thinking about his posthumous title, but only he knew that he had not thought about it at all at that moment.

Instead, they regret it.

He regretted proposing the posthumous conferment.

Prince Rui, Xie Yuqi, finally couldn't contain himself any longer. "Father, I have thought of a few good posthumous titles."

Xie Yuqi gave a wink to the palace servants.

The palace attendants quickly presented him with pen and ink, and he swiftly wrote down several posthumous titles. "Father, which one do you think is suitable?"

Xie Yuqi looked on with anticipation.

Shen Lin, who was standing to the side, had also prepared several suggestions in his mind, so that he could make suggestions if the Emperor could not choose one.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan seemed to be on a hot seat.

We must choose one to give an explanation.

Emperor Yuan randomly pointed to one.

Xie Yuqi looked at the posthumous title and said, "Father Emperor was wise, and Mother Consort was kind and virtuous throughout her life. It is very appropriate to posthumously honor Mother Consort as Empress Qiande."

"Father, I will immediately inform Mother."

Xie Yuqi didn't want to waste a single moment.

Conferring a posthumous title requires the Ministry of Rites to follow procedures and then submit the official document, all of which take time.

To prevent Empress Meng from changing her mind and obstructing the matter, which could cause further complications, he wanted to present a memorial to his mother's spirit in front of everyone to finalize the matter.

Xie Yuqi lit incense, knelt before the altar, and bowed deeply to Consort Shen's memorial tablet. "Mother, can you see? Even though you have been gone for many years, Father still remembers the promise he made to you. Heaven and earth can bear witness to Father's true feelings for you."

Duke Shen also knelt down, saying, "On behalf of the Imperial Concubine, I thank Your Majesty for your great favor."

The Shen family was overjoyed.

Consort Hui also secretly wiped away tears, seemingly happy for her former mistress.

But no one noticed the hint of mockery in Consort Hui's eyes, hidden beneath her sleeve.

After Xie Yuqi and the Shen family stood up, Consort Hui reminded them, "Your Majesty, the auspicious time has arrived. The two princesses, the princess, and Miss Shen have all copied the prayer flags. Please have them present them."

When the prayer flags were mentioned, Shen Wan'er's eyes lit up.

Emperor Yuan seemed to be suddenly awakened.

Thinking about Shen Lin and what he reported, his gaze swept over Meng Fu, and his eyes narrowed again.

He was happy to see Shen Wan'er go after Song Qingning.

"Let's begin," Emperor Yuan said loudly.

Xie Yuzhen was the first to step forward with the brocade box, hand it to the palace servant, and then step aside.

The palace servants opened the brocade box, took out the prayer flags, and laid them on the altar.

Next up is Princess Rui.

Everything is going smooth.

When she reached Song Qingning, she slowly stepped forward. Out of the corner of her eye, she clearly saw Xie Yuzhen's upturned lips and the burning light in Shen Wan'er's eyes.

One of them was waiting to see her make a fool of herself, while the other wished she could be killed.

But it's still uncertain whose day it will be, and whose day it will be!

After handing the brocade box to the palace maid, Song Qingning also withdrew.

Xie Yuzhen didn't look at the brocade box; she knew what was inside. She stared at Song Qingning, not wanting to miss a single expression.

Before even opening the brocade box, Xie Yuzhen was already imagining how Song Qingning would react.

Fear? Helplessness? Panic? Or something else?

It should be very exciting.

Xie Yuzhen's anticipation grew stronger.

Shen Wan'er stared at the brocade box. In her line of sight, the brocade box was opened, and the palace maid took out a prayer flag, revealing another item under the prayer flag.

Shen Wan'er couldn't wait and blurted out, "What is that?"

Her shout drew everyone's attention, and they all saw the contents of the brocade box, wrapped in white silk.

Just now, Princess Yuzhen and Princess Rui's brocade boxes only contained prayer flags.

Why are there other things besides prayer flags in the brocade box of the Princess of Huai?

Unable to contain herself, Shen Wan'er put down the brocade box in her hand, strode forward, took out the white silk, and hurriedly unfolded it.

Finally, a doll was taken out from the silk.

"It's a doll!"

Shen Wan'er suddenly glared at Song Qingning, "Well, Princess Consort of Huai, how dare you use dolls and perform witchcraft on the anniversary of the Imperial Concubine's death! What are you trying to do? Curse the Imperial Concubine's spirit in heaven?"

Shen Wan'er spoke each word with conviction.

Aphrodisiacs are forbidden arts.

Cursing the living and suppressing the dead are extremely insidious methods.

The Princess Consort of Huai used witchcraft to curse the spirit of the Imperial Concubine in heaven...

Everyone present looked at the Princess Consort of Huai.

The sudden accusation startled Song Qingning at first. After a moment, she instinctively shook her head, "No, it's not..."

"No? Is the Princess Consort of Huai going to say that this brocade box isn't yours, and this thing isn't yours either? That someone framed you?" Shen Wan'er pressed aggressively, shutting down all of Song Qingning's excuses.

The art of cursing can be used on a large or small scale.

What she prepared for Song Qingning today was enough to take her life.

"I..." Song Qingning frowned, a hint of urgency in her eyes.

After a long pause, she seemed to give up on explaining, "This brocade box is mine, and this thing is mine too. No one framed me."

"..."

Does this mean she's admitting it?

Since she admitted it so readily, Shen Wan'er thought she would still try to argue.

Song Qingning's reaction made Xie Yuzhen frown.

Shen Wan'er, regaining her senses from her surprise, let out a cold laugh:

"Princess Consort of Huai, you admit you cursed the Imperial Concubine? No, not the Imperial Concubine, but Empress Qiande!"