The fire in the palace was finally put out, and Concubine Shu's body was burned. His Majesty held a grand funeral and buried it in the tomb of the late emperor.

In the palace.

Mo Zimiao came to Yun Huaxue in a bright yellow dragon robe and said uneasy: "Sister, can this be done?"

"This is the funeral of the concubine in the palace. Your Majesty, just do it yourself, and you don't need to ask me about everything." Yun Huaxue's eyes were cold and gentle, and she smiled slightly. "You are the king. If you let your ministers decide everything, it will damage your image."

"What the emperor taught is that I just want to enjoy the glory and wealth quietly. I have no ability to do government affairs, so I can only ask the emperor for help. I am not grateful." Mo Zimiao said softly, with no rights in his eyes, only satisfaction with glory and wealth.

He was born to a palace maid. As a prince, he was bullied by eunuchs and palace maids. He had never eaten a good meal or worn a gorgeous dress, so when he was pushed to the throne, he understood.

As long as he is glorious and wealthy, he doesn't want anything else.

In this way, you can continue to enjoy it alive.

Yun Huaxue looked at Yan Qingyu below, and she walked over with a smile. Yan Qingyu saluted Mo Zimiao slightly, and Mo Zimiao bent over gently and nodded slightly.

“What are you talking about?”

Yun Huaxue took Yan Qingyu's hand and replied: "Tell him not to rely on me in everything."

"You shouldn't teach him to think independently, he is a puppet." Yan Qingyu said ruthlessly.

Yun Huaxue's eyes flashed lightly, "I want to try it once, maybe he is different."

"When a person enjoys the habit, he will develop unnecessary ambitions. I don't want something wrong with you." Yan Qingyu's tone was a little heavy and cold.
Chapter completed!