In the 21st year of Jian'an, on August 15th, the newly appointed prince at the beginning of the year died suddenly on the night of his wedding day after sitting on the throne for eight months. Today is his first seven days.

Beginning at Yin Shi, before dawn, the capital city was already filled with white papers, which were the "copper coins" dropped for the soul of His Highness the Crown Prince on his way.

The funeral started at Mao hour. First, the prince's body was moved from the East Palace to the entrance of the palace. The master of the Hongfu Temple was invited to pray for the prince's soul at the entrance of the palace so that he could leave the palace and not be imprisoned within the palace walls.

Because Mao's hour was too early and there were many people and things going on at that time, in addition to the royal nobles and court officials watching the ceremony, even the common people could stand outside the palace wall and pray for the deceased prince.

When the prince Zhai Xihao died, he was more glorious than the previous prince Zhai Xichen. During the ceremony, the emperor was fully involved in the ceremony, and there were many extra steps, just to give the people a grand and solemn funeral!

At Mao Shi, others were already waiting at the entrance of the palace for the prince, but You Ruo had just been awakened by Lu Rong.

Lu Rong thought that the prince and the lady had forgotten the time in the room. After waiting for an hour, he was really afraid that he would be blamed by the emperor for missing the funeral, so he had to knock on the door outside Youruo's room.

After bringing the wash water and breakfast in, I saw that the prince had finished dressing and was sitting at the coffee table drinking tea, while the young lady was still lying on the bed. It was really... looking at the prince, he seemed to be doting on the young lady and continuing to sleep.

"Xiao Rongrong, why did you come in?" Youruo propped up half of his body and climbed up from the bed with difficulty. His belly was getting heavier and heavier, which made Youruo's movements much slower.

Lu Rong walked to the edge of the bed and helped Youruo up. After putting on Youruo's shoes, he returned: "Miss, the funeral has been going on for an hour."

"Isn't that man in a hurry? Why are you in a hurry?" Youruo saw Zhai Xiying making tea elegantly and leisurely, looking calm, so she took her time.

"Miss, I won't argue with you anymore. Now that you're awake, hurry up." Lu Rong helped Youruo organize everything and helped her to the dining table to eat.

The funeral must last at least until dusk. During this period, nothing must be eaten. The lady must eat well before going out.

By the time You Ruo finished everything, it was already time.

"It just so happens that when we go out now, the prince's funeral team should pass by the gate of the palace." Zhai Xiying stood up from the coffee table and took the funeral clothes that Lu Rong gave him.

The white burial clothes were another color of clothing that You Ruo saw Zhai Xiying wearing after Zhai Xiyou's wedding.

"Let's go." Zhai Xiying held onto Youruo's lower back and helped her support her body.

Lu Rong shouted from behind the two of them: "Miss Guye, I will prepare a table of dishes for you to come back tonight."

"I got it!" Being exposed to the sun, Youruo felt lazy again, and with a mask on her face to block the sun, she wanted to fall asleep even more.

"Lean on me the whole time. Don't get tired. Just squint your eyes when you feel sleepy." During the funeral, everyone had to stand, and You Ruoding couldn't bear it.

After leaving the gate of Prince Ying's Mansion, Zhai Xihao's coffin had already walked a mile away, but the funeral procession had only reached half of it, with another half following closely behind.

The two of them blended into the funeral procession. After a while, when they reached the foot of Qingshan Mountain, the people had to disperse. It wouldn't be too late for You Ruo and the others to follow.

The originally bustling and noisy streets now have no stalls selling food. What can be heard on the streets is not only the chanting of scriptures and mantras by the masters in Hong Fook Temple, but also the sobbing of the common people.

Youruo looked around at the people around him strangely, weren't they the extras invited by the emperor to perform a crying scene?

Is Prince Zhai Xihao familiar with them? If he dies, the people can cry like that. If the emperor dies, then he shouldn't cry until he hangs himself?

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