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Song Qingning recognized the voice.

She was formerly Empress Dowager Xue, but after Xie Xuanjin ascended the throne, she was promoted to Grand Empress Dowager.

Not long ago, she plotted to make Xie Xuanjin take a Xue family girl as a concubine, but after the attempt failed, Xie Xuanjin sent her to Bohai County.

But she heard her voice.

Song Qingning was certain once again that everything before her eyes was from her past life.

And what the Empress Dowager just said...

She said that Xie Xuanjin had appointed a dead person as his empress!

Song Qingning looked at Xie Xuanjin and saw that his face was normal. He was holding the memorial tablet in his hands and walking towards her. He stopped when his body passed through her.

His body was layered on top of hers.

Almost instinctively, Song Qingning took a step forward, and the two of them moved apart.

Song Qingning turned around and looked at the figure in front of the altar, but she didn't notice the strange look that flashed in his eyes.

"Xie Xuanjin!"

The Empress Dowager's voice rang out again from outside the curtain.

Xie Xuanjin placed the memorial tablet properly before walking towards the outside of the curtain.

With the obstruction gone, Song Qingning finally saw the words on the memorial tablet, but the moment she saw them, her mind went blank for a moment.

The memorial tablet of my beloved wife, Madam Song, in peaceful times!

……

Separated by a curtain.

The young emperor had a cold and aloof expression. When he saw the Empress Dowager, he gave her a perfunctory bow.

This attitude further angered her.

The Empress Dowager glanced around, her face grim as she rebuked, "Look at this room! You are the emperor, yet you have a woman's dressing table here, and all these swords and weapons!"

"You are the emperor, yet you appoint a dead person as empress, what about Song Qingning...?"

"I have investigated. Song Qingning is long dead. The entire Yongning Marquis's family is dead. Song Qingning doesn't even have a grave. His remains are nowhere to be found."

"How could a dead man have clouded your judgment?"

"This Jinhua Palace is probably not clean. I've invited a master to perform a ritual later. If there are any wandering ghosts haunting you, I'll make sure their souls fly away..."

Just as the Empress Dowager finished speaking, Xie Xuanjin's sharp eyes shot out a cold glint.

The words "魄散" were blocked.

Even the Empress Dowager was startled by that look in her eyes.

But as he regained his senses, his expression grew even more grim. "Xuan Jin, do you know how many ministers have criticized you for establishing a dead person's memorial tablet as empress? This is a grave act of treason against our ancestors!"

"If you refuse to let the master perform the ritual, I will comply with your wishes. However, the matter of establishing an empress will be dropped. You will choose one of the Xue family's daughters and reinstate her as empress..."

The Empress Dowager revealed her true intentions.

A slight smile played on Xie Xuanjin's lips, tinged with a sharp edge. "Grandmother, I will only say this once. Listen carefully, my wife will only ever be Song Qingning. If I were to find out that some master has done something he shouldn't have, Grandmother, you are getting on in years, and something might happen to you, even endangering your life. The Xue family is full of loyal and righteous men, and I don't want anything to happen to them!"

The implication was that if she dared to perform any rituals, he would risk her life.

If he still intends to make a woman from the Xue family his empress, he might even wipe out the entire Xue family.

"you……"

The Empress Dowager was so angry that her chest heaved.

"Grandmother, you have just returned from the Summer Palace and must be tired. I will have Wanliang escort you back to your palace." Xie Xuanjin gave the order to leave.

Before the Empress Dowager could say anything more, Xie Xuanjin had already stood up, turned around, and gone back inside the curtain.

Outside the curtain, the Empress Dowager's angry shouts of "Outrageous treason!" could be heard, fading into the distance with the sound of footsteps.

Inside the curtain.

Xie Xuanjin walked to the altar and lit incense.

Song Qingning was still in shock. She had heard what was said outside clearly, and the words Xie Xuanjin had said to her earlier, "He married her," were still echoing in her mind.

He not only married her, but also made her his empress.

He was an emperor, and anyone would criticize him for making a dead person his empress, considering it a great act of treason.

Song Qingning looked at the people in front of the altar.

The unwavering determination she saw on his face was strangely touching, as if in his eyes, the woman he married had never been a dead person.

"Xie Xuanjin," Song Qingning called out, but her voice was tinged with bitterness.

Something's stuck in my chest, and I don't know what to say.

Song Qingning watched the figure stand in front of the altar for a long time, staring at the memorial tablet in a daze, seemingly lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to take a deep breath, then turned and walked towards her.

It passed through her body again.

Song Qingning turned around and found himself sitting behind the table opposite the altar.

A stack of memorials lay on the desk, which must have been his office.

The only sound in the air was the scratching of a vermilion pen on paper. Xie Xuanjin occasionally looked up at Song Qingning.

Song Qingning knew he couldn't see her; he was looking at the memorial tablet on the altar behind her.

Song Qingning walked to the memorial tablet and examined it carefully once again.

"It's really strange to look at your own memorial tablet." Song Qingning reached out to touch the memorial tablet, but it passed right through her hand and she couldn't feel its physical form.

After trying several times with the same result, Song Qingning gave up.

She sat down on the cushion in front of the altar, leaning against it, and looked at the person reviewing memorials at the table opposite her.

"Xie Xuanjin, thank you for setting up a memorial tablet for me."

Song Qingning was sincerely grateful. "In both my lives, I should thank you. I don't know how you sent me back, but it must have been you, and it should have been you."

Hidden beneath the stack of memorials, the hand holding the vermilion brush paused almost imperceptibly.

It was just a brief moment, not very noticeable, and everything returned to normal.

For the next few days, Song Qingning stayed at Jinhua Palace.

She was very familiar with everything in Jinhua Palace.

There was no Hongling, no four palace maids (Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter), and not even any other servants.

This vast palace was occupied only by Xie Xuanjin.

Apart from the first day, Wanliang's voice was never heard again.

The palace was eerily quiet.

Xie Xuanjin didn't seem to be busy with official duties. Apart from the morning court session, he spent his days in the side hall, either reading military books, brewing tea, or reviewing memorials.

Song Qingning would occasionally sneak a peek at military books behind him.

Upon seeing a certain annotation, Song Qingning frowned. "No, Your Majesty, this is it, this very spot. I remember you clearly corrected it that day, how come..."

After Song Qingning finished speaking, she realized that the person in front of her was Xie Xuanjin from her previous life.

She recalled the baby's cries before she fell into a coma, and Xie Xuanjin's anxious calls of her name, and worry welled up in her eyes.

"I don't know how my child is, I don't know if I'm dead again, I don't know Xie Xuanjin... or my father, mother, and brother..."

Song Qingning murmured.

Unaware that the man in front of her, who was looking at a military treatise, had a tremor in his dark eyes, as if there were turbulent waves surging within them.

Little did she know, she thought that Xie Xuanjin from her past life could neither see nor hear her, nor was he aware of her existence.

In fact, he heard her voice when she walked through the curtain that day.

He thought his Song Qingning had returned.

But when he saw her, his excited heart calmed down instantly.

The person in front of me is Song Qingning, but also not!