On the day Princess Duanhua died of illness, the whole country mourned. To show their respect for her, the people lit up every house.
It was night, Duanhua saw a scene at the end of the lights that made her heart tremble.
On the bed where the couple used to be loving each other, the sound of affection resounded again, but the slender figure on the bed was clearly no longer her.
In the past, everyone envied him when he raised his eyebrows and sang in the wind, but in an instant, it turned into a joke.
Seeing that the unpleasant voice gradually weakened, Duanhua suddenly realized that her presence in this familiarly furnished room might seem a bit out of place. Just as he was about to leave, another burst of thunder exploded in his mind.
The consort of Qin, who was as gentle as jade and had an open heart, was actually discussing how to seize power and usurp the throne with an unknown woman adopted by the He family!
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After walking for an unknown amount of time, Duan Hua finally arrived in front of her coffin. The cold coffin was surrounded by countless flowers, all of which were her favorite jasmine.
Ever since the Queen's funeral, the Emperor has had the habit of paying homage to Buddha. Now that Duanhua's beauty has died, the emperor has ordered all Buddhist temples to enshrine Duanhua's statue, and also placed Princess Duanhua's coffin in Hongfa Temple, which is the most popular place, in order to wish her peace and success in the next life.
The sun rises slowly, injecting a sense of peace and tranquility into the endless morning.
Duanhua stood at the head of the Buddhist hall, looking at the countless people kneeling devoutly, and a line of clear tears finally slipped from the corners of her eyes, silently.
If she could live again, she would definitely try her best to stop Qin Ye.
Don't let yourself down, don't let down the people, don't let down the family and country.
Intention: Evil will not suppress good