On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

"Master Wen." A voice that was neither gentle nor serious came from the top of his head. Wen Yanjing could no longer pretend to be dizzy and opened his eyes tremblingly.

"My lord."

Feng Wuming didn't even lower his head. He raised his eyelids downward, and his cold eyes made Wen Yanjing sweatdrop.

He rolled and crawled to his knees, terrified.

"Your Majesty, have mercy on me, Your Majesty, have mercy on me, I never thought that two unforgivable evil girls would come out of the Wen family."

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen doesn't know anything about what the two of them have done, and the Wen family doesn't know anything about it either. I hope the prince will give Wei Chen a chance to make meritorious service. From now on, Wei Chen will only be loyal to the prince. The prince will let Wei Chen Going east, I will never look west..."

Wen Yanjing just raised three fingers and swore to God to show his sincerity and said a lot of loyal words.

Feng Wuming's expression did not change, while Wen Yanjing was uneasy. He kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Please give me a chance to make meritorious service, please give me a chance..."

His forehead was red from smudging, and it was about to break if he kept slapping it for a while. Only then did Wen Yanjing hear a faint sound.

"Get up."

Wen Yanjing burst into tears of gratitude and breathed a sigh of relief: "I have thanked the prince, and I am willing to devote myself to the prince and die."

Feng Wuming saw that he wanted to express himself and arranged things for him directly.

There are a lot of things going on in the palace right now, and it's the right time to hire people.

Feng Wuming asked people to clean up the Jinluan Palace, and called the Minister of Rites, the Department of Internal Affairs and Luan Yiwei to take charge of Feng Yanzhi's funeral.

The Minister of Rites hesitated to speak, and looked at each other with the person in charge of the Department of Internal Affairs. They pushed each other, and the Minister of Rites said.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty did not choose a cemetery during his lifetime. I wonder if I should ask the Queen Mother about this matter, or should I leave it to the Prince to make the decision?"

Feng Wuming frowned.

Originally, he wanted Shen Yanliu to make the decision, but then he thought about it, and letting the Queen Mother make the decision might not necessarily be what Yanzhi had in mind.

Yanzhi should have discussed with Xiao Qingrang how he wanted to deal with his funeral.

"I will inform you about the cemetery tomorrow."

The three of them nodded, knowing that he had a lot of things to do now, so they bowed and left.

Feng Wuming went to find Xiao Qingrang.

Xiao Qingrang's face turned pale. He happened to meet him when he came out and saluted: "Your Majesty, I have sent back all the souls from another world, but..."

He sighed: "The body has been taken away, and it is no different from the walking corpse. The ministers send people away from the other world. Some people's souls have been away from the body for too long. Their souls can no longer be found and cannot come back."

"I also discovered something."

Feng Wuming's face was heavy: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Qingrang whispered, and his voice was tainted with a bit of unbearability.

"Weichen discovered that some people had died long ago, their bodies had been taken over, and the souls hidden in their bodies had left. Their bodies quickly turned into corpses, rotten and smelly, and Weichen was powerless."

Feng Wuming frowned, thinking that Wen Yufu mentioned that Ye Zhiyu was also a time traveler. Did the soul from another world take over the body actively or passively?

Wen Yufu is dead, and he still has a lot of confusion that no one can solve.

"The Imperial Master has been possessed by a strange soul. As long as the soul that occupies her body does not leave on its own initiative, then...can she live here forever?"

Xiao Qingrang looked at his nervous expression, although it was not obvious.

He smiled and did not answer directly: "Your Majesty, everything depends on man-made efforts."

"I can't give you an accurate answer to your prince's question. There are so many fantasy and wonderful things in this world, and I can't answer everything."

"There are always special cases that cannot be explained."

He looked up at the blue sky, his eyes deep and distant. "Your Majesty, I am a little tired and have nothing else to do, so I will leave."

Seeing his pale face, Feng Wuming whispered: "You need to have a good rest, I have something else to do."

"Did Yanzhi ever talk to you about how to handle his funeral?"

Xiao Qingrang thought for a moment and understood the reason why he asked this question, and smiled lightly: "Your Highness really asked the right person."

"Your Majesty..." He pursed his lips, still feeling a little uncomfortable thinking that Feng Yanzhi was dead.

"Your Majesty should have entered the imperial mausoleum, but he did not choose a cemetery. He did not want to enter the imperial mausoleum, your majesty said."

Xiao Qingrang's voice was quiet, with helplessness and desolation. Listening to it made people feel the powerlessness of being oppressed.

"He has been trapped in the Imperial City all his life. He could not escape here during his lifetime, so let him stay away from here after death and see the magnificent mountains and rivers outside. He wants to see outside."

Xiao Qingrang crossed his hands, saluted Feng Wuming, and requested: "I hope that the prince can have a chat with the queen mother and give your majesty a free soul."

Feng Wuming helped him up: "I will try my best."

Since ancient times, His Majesty has been placed in the imperial mausoleum after his death.

Shen Yanliu had always been afraid that he would compete for the throne, and was always on guard against him, and was very dissatisfied with him.

He suggested that Feng Yanzhi should not be allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum but be buried outside. Queen Mother Shen might have a big fight with him.

When Feng Wuming arrived at Qianqing Palace, Feng Yanzhi's bedroom was quiet. The maids and nuns stood at the door and did not dare to breathe. They saw him and saluted.

When the nun next to the Queen Mother saw him, she was as excited as if she had grabbed a savior.

"Your Majesty, please advise the Queen Mother. After she came back from the Jinluan Palace, she locked herself in and never came out. No one was allowed to go in and disturb her and Your Majesty."

"She doesn't eat or drink. I'm afraid the Queen Mother won't be able to hold on."

Feng Wuming opened the door.

Shen Yanliu sat on the edge of the bed, combing Feng Yanzhi's hair, and looked at her emperor lovingly. She was tense, and even the faintest sound would arouse any of her tense muscles.

There was a sudden sound of opening the door in the quiet bedroom, and Shen Yanliu threw the comb in his hand suddenly, hitting the ground with a heavy sound.

"Didn't you hear that Aijia asked you all to get out?"

"You have to have someone from the Ai family drag you out and beat you up, right?"

Feng Wuming picked up the comb from the floor. He didn't even take his eyes off Feng Yanzhi's face when she was cursing. He silently went to the bedside and handed the comb over.

Shen Yanliu took the comb and wanted to see which dog slave was so bold.

Seeing Feng Wuming, she was stunned for a moment and said with an unhappy expression: "What are you doing here? The Ai family has already sent the imperial edict to you."

"Come and see Yanzhi." Feng Wuming looked at Feng Yanzhi. His eyes were closed, his hair was combed meticulously, his face was clean, his clothes were changed to his favorite color, and the corners of his lips were raised slightly.

The result is peaceful.

Yanzhi's health has been poor since he was a child, and he knew that this day would come soon, but now his chest/mouth felt heavy and his eyes were dim.

Shen Yanliu snorted coldly, but did not drive him out.

Yanzhi admires Feng Wuming.

He always said good things for Feng Wuming in front of her.

Feng Wuming should send him off.

Feng Wuming sat quietly for a while, put Feng Yanzhi's cold hands away, and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty did not choose a cemetery during his lifetime, will you choose it for him?"

Shen Yanliu touched Feng Yanzhi's face lovingly and said without thinking, "My son will enter the imperial mausoleum and let Xiao Qingrang choose a geomantic treasure." (End of this chapter)