mtlumby2d Chapter 473 Jiang Xiang Returns
Chapter 473 Jiang Xiang Returns
However, as soon as this news came out, it instantly caused a sensation in the entire capital.
Ji Wuyuan immediately issued an imperial decree to announce the matter to the world, rehabilitated Prime Minister Jiang Zhixu, posthumously named him "Zhongsu", and buried him with the ceremony of a Duke.
He also ordered that all nine members of the Wu clan be imprisoned immediately and exiled three thousand miles away, and that their descendants would never be allowed to take the imperial examinations or become officials!
When this decree was issued, the whole country was shocked and in an uproar!
In the capital, in teahouses and taverns, people all slammed the table and angrily cursed Wu the thief. Some elderly people still remembered that Prime Minister Jiang was an honest official who benefited the people, and they stood up to defend him, shedding tears on the spot.
In the court, ministers who had been on good terms with Wu Decai came forward to apologize, fearing that the emperor would be angry and bring disaster upon themselves.
A shocking case caused a storm that immediately swept across the entire Dasheng Dynasty.
At this time of the year, almost everyone in the streets, alleys, teahouses and taverns was talking about this matter.
However, in the heavy snow, Jiang Wantang, wearing a white long dress, a white flower in her hair, and holding Jiang Zhixu's tablet in her hand, personally brought her father Jiang Zhixu's body from the Dali Temple all the way back to the former Prime Minister's Mansion in an open and aboveboard manner.
In front of the Dali Temple, the imperial guards led the way. The current empress Jiang Wantang had undone her hair, covered herself with white clothes, and walked in front holding the tablet of her deceased father in both hands. Behind her, eight black-armored guards slowly came out, carrying an agarwood coffin covered with a bright yellow brocade quilt with dragon patterns bestowed by the emperor.
The cold wind blew up her three thousand black hairs, and the cold snowflakes fell on her pale face, adding a bit of beauty and sadness to her cold face.
"Awakening——"
The hoarse singing of the ceremonial officer pierced the snow curtain.
Zhuque Street was already filled with people kneeling, some holding spirit-calling banners, some scattering white and yellow paper money, and still others carrying offerings. Every household had taken down their newly replaced red lanterns...
Heavy snow and paper ashes were flying all over the sky, and the ten-mile-long street of Chang'an was covered with snow.
Someone in the crowd burst into tears first, but the sobbing and wailing soon flooded the imperial city like a tide.
"Prime Minister Jiang is returning home—"
"Prime Minister Jiang is returning home—"
"..."
The dusty red lacquer door opened, and the trembling cries of the old servant came from the direction of the former Prime Minister's Mansion...
Jiang Wantang knelt on the ground in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, holding the tablet in his hand.
"Father..." She pressed her forehead against the cold coffin and shouted, her words trembling with sobs: "Daughter... welcome you home!"
At the same time, the Imperial Master stood in front of the Prime Minister's residence, clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures, summoning the souls of the dead along the way.
At the corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xie Zhiyan, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were standing quietly in the snow. They had accompanied the coffin all the way from the Dali Temple.
Xie Zhiyan's face was cold, his gaze fixed on the thin white figure in the front from afar. His eyes were cold, but his brows could not hide his heartache.
Zhang Long also had a solemn expression on his face, while Zhao Hu, a rough-looking man standing beside him, had red eyes and tears in his eyes, which was rare.
"This is too pitiful!"
As he said this, he wiped his nose and tears and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really pitiful!"
"I don't have any relatives left, and I still have a deep blood feud..."
But before he could finish his words, Zhang Long kicked him into the snow and told him to shut up.
Zhao Hu was still unconvinced, but when he saw Xie Zhiyan's cold eyes, he wiped his tears and shut his mouth wisely.
On the other side, at the end of the deserted area, Ji Wuyuan, dressed in a black and gold brocade robe, was standing with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the scene at the entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Wang Fuhai stood behind him and held an umbrella for him.
Not far from Ji Wuyuan's side was a large iron cage, inside which was Wu Decai, who was lying in the toilet.
Ji Wuyuan's already cold eyes were now tinged with a gloomy and vicious aura: "Did you see that?"
Wu Decai's pupils dilated, his eyes filled with sinisterness, unwillingness and resentment.
Ji Wuyuan curled his lips, looking down at ants with the attitude of a superior, and sneered: "When he was alive, you couldn't compare to him;"
"Even after his death, you still can't compare to him."
"You two are worlds apart."
He sneered and said calmly, "Gold falls into the cinders and shines brightly. Do you think you are gold too?"
In this situation, such words coming out of Ji Wuyuan's mouth were tantamount to killing and destroying Wu Decai's heart.
This would cause him more pain than being tortured to death ten thousand times.
It has to be said that Ji Wuyuan is worthy of being called an iron-blooded and cruel emperor. He knows best how to make people suffer the most.
For a vain and conceited villain like Wu Decai, family and other things are not important, but the phrase "I can't compare to Jiang Zhixu" is almost fatal to him.
He spent his entire vain life with Jiang Zhixubi, but in the end...
It turns out that they are not the same kind of people.
Wu Decai couldn't bear it anymore. His broken body kept twitching and he made a rapid gasping sound of "huh...huh".
Ji Wuyuan gave him a look of disgust, and immediately a guard came forward and dragged him away.
At this time, in the former Prime Minister's Mansion,
The coffins of Jiang Zhixu and Nangong Yihua were placed in the mourning hall set up in the main courtyard, and the national master personally chanted scriptures to pray for the souls of the deceased.
The next day, the two coffins were combined into one, and Jiang Wantang personally carried the coffin to bury his parents.
Jiang Wantang buried the two of them in the villa where they first met.
National Master Jikong said that the old locust tree was inherently spiritual, and had been accompanying and protecting Jiang Zhixu's corpse for more than ten years, absorbing energy from each other, and there was some opportunity between the two.
So Jiang Wantang had the old locust tree moved intact and transplanted it next to his parents' grave to protect them.
My mother likes plum blossoms, while my father prefers pine and cypress.
Jiang Wantang restored the villa to its original appearance according to Grandma Leng's description, leaving her parents in the best past.
Before leaving, Jiang Wantang planted a crabapple tree in front of her parents' graves.
She said, "Father, Mother, this way, our family of four can be reunited in another way."
After that, after staying for a while, Jiang Wantang left with Ji Wuyuan.
After she left, a cold wind suddenly blew, and the red plum blossoms on the tree fell with the snowflakes. A pair of colorful butterflies fluttered over and landed squarely on the red crabapple tree in front of the grave.
......
After this matter was settled, the end of the year arrived, and soon it was Ji Wuyuan's nineteenth birthday.
These days, both inside and outside the palace have been extremely busy. Jiang Wantang is busy with many matters concerning the harem and palace banquets.
Ji Wuyuan was so busy that he was nowhere to be seen.
Because Jiang Wantang's parents were reburied, Ji Wuyuan did not allow the palace to be decorated with lanterns and the birthday banquet was just a simple palace banquet.