As the daylight gets brighter, there are more and more pedestrians walking on the road, and the people and horses here attract many curious peeps.

"Your Highness."

Eunuch Jin couldn't help but whisper, looking at Fang Bocong sitting in front of the tomb.

"It's getting late, it's time to go."

Ever since he laughed out loud, Fang Bocong has been sitting on the ground like this, looking at Cheng Silang's tombstone with a single word written on it, and has not said anything or laughed to this day.

What happened?

There have been too many things happened recently, and they were too sudden. Gao Chen murdered the prince, the prince passed away, he was adopted as the prince, and he was conferred as the prince. The princess was unconscious, and they were all in a mess, not to mention those gossips. Your Highness

These days are really difficult. The most difficult thing is that the Crown Princess is still awake and so weird that there is no one to talk to...

It would be sad to see the Crown Princess at home, but wouldn't it be even sadder to come here to see the tombstones?

"Look at these words." Fang Bocong said, pointing to the tombstone in front of him.

Eunuch Jing nodded.

"I saw it, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess wrote really well." He said.

Fang Bocong smiled.

"Do you still remember the words Maoyuan Mountain?" he said.

Remember, these characters are known as the second running script in the world.

"No, Gu is saying, do you remember how these words were written?" Fang Bocong said, reaching out his hand and slowly touching the tombstone, "Xu Maoxiu..."

he read.

Eunuch Jing laughed.

"Of course I remember." He said, "The Crown Princess was really bold at that time, and it was thanks to His Highness that he spoke well for her in front of His Majesty, otherwise His Majesty's anger would have been provoked countless times, and she would not have been able to do that.

It's easy to get her wish, to gain merit and reward for her sworn brothers."

As if recalling past events, a smile appeared on Fang Bocong's face.

This is the first time His Highness has smiled in so many days.

"It's not the end of the matter if the grievances are redressed," he said.

Eunuch Jing nodded and smiled.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if the grievances are redressed. Those who prevented the Crown Princess from redressing the grievances can't just let it go. They just overthrew Jiang Wenyuan in front of Gao Lingbo." He said, "After overthrowing Jiang Wenyuan, Her Highness the Crown Princess

I wrote these words..."

His voice stopped abruptly when he said this.

He thought about it.

The Maoyuan Mountain Tomb was originally an unmarked monument, but it was only after the injustice was redressed and Jiang Wenyuan was punished that his name was engraved.

The injustice was redressed. After Jiang Wenyuan was punished, he avenged his revenge, and after he repaid his injustice...

Eunuch Jin slowly looked towards the tombstone here.

Cheng Silang's tombstone.

He remembered that Cheng Silang's tombstone had no words when he was buried.

At this time, on this tombstone, the word "Cheng" was particularly dazzling.

When was it engraved?

At that time, everyone in the capital was waiting to see how the Crown Princess would make Cheng Silang famous, but in the end there was no wine, no fireworks, nothing, it was as if she had been forgotten.

How could I forget it? I will never forget it. It’s not that I didn’t write it, but that the time has not come yet.

How could wine and fireworks appease her biological brother?

Blood debts can only be repaid with blood.

Xiao Gao died first, and now Lao Gao also died...

For a moment, Eunuch Jing felt his scalp was numb and his back was cold. He couldn't help but feel weak on his feet and sat down crookedly.

"Now, you can finish carving!"

Fang Bocong said, stood up, turned around and walked away slowly.

"Your Highness!" Eunuch Jing couldn't help shouting.

Fang Bocong did not speak or look back, and mounted his horse.

"Let's go." He said numbly.

……………………………………………..

The night wind blew, and the window lattice was slapped. Su Xin hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull it shut.

Someone lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Your Highness asked someone to tell you that he will not come back tonight." Banqin said, "Prince Xuanwen will be buried tomorrow, and today His Highness will be keeping vigil for Prince Xuanwen in the palace."

Su Xin nodded and looked inside. Zhou Hui was standing in front of Cheng Jiaoniang's bed, frowning.

"Sixth Young Master, you should rest early. Banqin and I are here tonight." She walked over and said.

Zhou Hui stood up straight.

"No," he said, "I'm here."

Banqin and Suxin looked at each other helplessly.

When will this day end?

Doesn't it mean that if the lady doesn't wake up for the rest of her life, he has to stay like this for the rest of her life?

As the thought flashed through his mind, Banqin was shocked and reached out to slap himself.

"What's wrong?" Su Xin looked at her puzzled.

"It's okay, it's okay, there are mosquitoes." Banqin said with a smile, lowered his head and turned Cheng Jiaoniang over.

It was already late autumn and there were still mosquitoes. Su Xin sighed, knowing what Ban Qin was thinking, but she didn't say anything anymore and stepped forward to help.

Cheng Jiaoniang's body was stiff, lest she might get sores, Dr. Li told her that she must always turn over and massage her body.

The two girls knelt down on the couch and gently rubbed Cheng Jiaoniang's hands, feet and body.

No one told them what happened to their wife, it seemed like everyone was avoiding the question.

No one can say when the lady will be well.

Or it may never get better for the rest of your life.

If he doesn't wake up, Mr. Zhou will stay with his wife for the rest of his life. What about the prince?

Banqin raised her hand to tuck her hanging hair behind her ears, sniffed, and out of the corner of her eye saw the crown prince's gold book on the table.

She lowered her head, leaned forward and grabbed Cheng Jiao Niang's other hand, and started to rub it hard.

If you don’t cry, I won’t cry again. It’s okay, I will always be there.

…………………………………………….

As the sky brightened, Jiangzhou and the Cheng family became lively.

"What's going on? Dalang, what's going on?"

A trembling but powerful voice sounded in the yard.

Mr. Cheng walked out hurriedly and saw Mrs. Cheng walking quickly on crutches supported by Mr. Cheng.

"Da Lang, Jiao Jiao'er is going to be the queen. Why don't we go to the capital yet?" Mrs. Cheng said displeasedly, "She won't be able to get married in time. We can't miss the queen's ceremony anymore."

Mr. Cheng answered yes.

"Mom, we are getting ready," he said.

"Brother, who are you coaxing? Are you planning not to go?" Mr. Cheng Er said with a snort.

Mr. Cheng ignored him and picked up Mrs. Cheng.

"Mother, this is no small matter. There are so many people staring at our Cheng family now. Now that His Majesty is still here, there are some things we cannot say." He said in a low voice.

Mrs. Cheng nodded.

"I know." She lowered her voice and said, "I know, I still need your advice for such a big matter."

She said and took Mr. Cheng's hand.

"...When the fortune teller said that Jiao Jiaoer was destined to be precious, I had already made plans..."

Mr. Cheng sighed inwardly and listened carefully to his mother's ramble about the past that came out of nowhere.

In the past, there had never been this Cheng Jiaoniang in this family.

"Don't worry, mother, the car is ready, and people in the capital have sent people to clean up the house in advance. We will leave then." Mr. Cheng said seriously.
To be continued...