PDLP Chapter 390 Imperial Tomb Map
Chapter 390 Imperial Tomb Map
Emperor Shenwu felt that there was an invisible hand pushing all this. Whether it was Jiang Yuxian's pregnancy or the Third Prince asking for the Jiuzhi Flower Dew, their ultimate goal was Lan Qingwu, or in other words, the Sixth Prince, the legitimate son born to Lan Qingwu.
The subtle changes in the former dynasty and the harem did not escape the eyes of Emperor Shenwu. After pondering for an afternoon, Emperor Shenwu had a rough idea of who was pushing all this behind the scenes.
The sun was setting in the west, and night was slowly falling. Emperor Shenwu was having dinner with Lan Qingwu in Fengqi Palace.
Lan Qingwu sensed that the Emperor Shenwu was preoccupied, so he asked, "Has Concubine Yang's illness worsened?"
Emperor Shenwu shook his head and said, "I have sent the imperial physician to Yuyang Palace and also given precious medicinal herbs suitable for the condition."
Lan Qingwu's heart skipped a beat. "Has Concubine Yang's condition worsened again? This time, Concubine Yang's asthma hasn't healed yet, unlike before. I'm a little worried."
Emperor Shenwu said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, and don't go to Yuyang Palace again in the next few days."
Lan Qingwu didn't ask why, and replied softly, "Okay, I understand."
Emperor Shenwu put down the spoon in his hand and said, "Why don't you ask me why I say this?"
Lan Qingwu lowered his eyelids, hiding the emotion in his eyes: "Your Majesty, since I have enjoyed the emperor's exclusive favor, I must endure the resentment of the harem. I have nothing to say!"
Even if all the six palaces resented and hated her, Lan Qingwu had no regrets! This was the path she had chosen, and she would follow it all the way.
Emperor Shenwu frowned and said, "If you want to blame someone, blame me! Never mind. I was just thinking about the Third Prince. I originally thought he was quite intelligent. Although he had some little thoughts of his own, they were not a big deal. Who could have known that after the recent events, he turned out to be such a fool, so easily believing what others said and letting himself be taken advantage of! I am truly disappointed!"
Lan Qingwu just listened quietly. She understood that Emperor Shenwu just needed someone to listen, not someone to give him advice.
After the two of them finished their meal, washed up, and got into bed, Emperor Shenwu reached out and embraced Lan Qingwu: "Don't you like me talking about these things? Why don't you say anything?"
Lan Qingwu said, "That's your Majesty's son. What does your Majesty want to say?"
Emperor Shenwu couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You! I really don't know where the feeling of weakness comes from."
Lan Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then avoided the topic. She thought to herself, "None of the concubines in the harem would, and wouldn't, resent you. These women depend on men for their lives, and all they see is me, the queen, standing firmly in their way. I, the queen, truly possess both the most favored and the most resented person."
After a few words, Emperor Shenwu had regained his status as the ruler and became a qualified emperor again, as if the father who was worried about his son had never appeared.
While Emperor Shenwu was handling various matters with great vigor and determination, the Minister of Works came to see Emperor Shenwu and presented him with a map of the imperial mausoleum.
Every emperor would build his own mausoleum during his reign, and Emperor Shenwu was no exception. He began to supervise the construction as soon as Lan Qingwu entered the palace.
At this time, Emperor Shenwu carefully looked at the long scroll map of the imperial mausoleum. His bony fingers gently rubbed the main tomb chamber on the map. He hoped that Lan Qingwu would also see this map. The two of them could discuss, modify and even choose their future mausoleums together.
Living in the same grave and sharing the same coat in death, in the eyes of Emperor Shenwu, is the ultimate romance and love that he can give to Lan Qingwu.
What Emperor Shenwu did not expect was that after seeing the picture of the emperor's mausoleum, Lan Qingwu did not look as happy as he had imagined, but was stunned instead.
The Divine Martial Emperor sat down and embraced Lan Qingwu, asking doubtfully, "Why? Are you afraid to watch this?"
Lan Qingwu shook his head: "This is the emperor's mausoleum. I... never thought that I would be buried here a hundred years later. I... I think..."
Emperor Shenwu's expression darkened slightly. "What do you mean? You are my queen, my wife. Have you ever considered that you will be buried in the same tomb with me in the future?"
Lan Qingwu hesitated and said, "But I'm not your Majesty's original wife. How could the ministers of the previous dynasty agree to such a thing? And where does that put the original empress? I don't want the world to talk about your Majesty because of this matter, and ruin your reputation. I don't care about it."
Lan Qingwu thought that in the imperial mausoleum, the Emperor Shenwu's first wife and the six concubines would all surround him in a circle. She didn't need to join in the fun. She was deeply opposed to this matter, but she had no good solution.
The Shenwu Emperor's phoenix eyes were deep and bottomless: "You don't even care about this, can you tell me, weak, what do you care about?"
He was angry again! Lan Qingwu gently pulled the sleeve of the Emperor Shenwu, raised her head slightly and looked at him, her slender white neck revealing a graceful curve: "Brother Heng, even if I agree to you, where will the Empress Yuan's mausoleum be placed? I feel something is wrong."
Emperor Shenwu looked at Lan Qingwu seriously and said earnestly, "I will naturally find a way to deal with this. I brought this map of the emperor's mausoleum here today because I want to..."
Emperor Shenwu paused slightly. He wanted to tell Lan Qingwu indirectly that he would keep his promise to her from birth to death, so that she would not have to worry all the time and overthink.
But this does not seem to alleviate the worries in Lan Qingwu's heart. In the palace, people and things have come one after another in the past few years, making them sometimes exhausted to deal with them.
Lan Qingwu's bare hands grasped the well-defined joints of the Shenwu Emperor's body. "Even the weak ones understand. Brother Heng, you are still in the prime of life. Don't worry about these things so early! Can we discuss this matter in a few years?"
Lan Qingwu slowly leaned into the arms of the Divine Martial Emperor: "Actually, I just want to live my life to the fullest. As for what happens after death, I'm quite open-minded. I already have everything I want. One can't have everything for themselves. Whether it's a water burial or cremation, I can be free and at ease!"
The anger in Emperor Shenwu's heart slowly subsided. He said helplessly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Cremation! I will not let my weakling fall into that situation."
Emperor Shenwu gently stroked Lan Qingwu's long black hair, thinking thoughtfully that Lan Qingwu might have spoken like this because he didn't want to embarrass him.
Originally, as the emperor, he hadn't bothered to tell anyone about this matter. The matter Lan Qingwu was worried about wasn't a problem at all in the eyes of the Emperor Shenwu, but he ultimately moved on. Since Lan Qingwu cared about it, he would resolve it and then tell her.
As for cremation, Lan Qingwu didn't really care, but it was clear that the Shenwu Emperor, a true ancient, did care. In the eyes of the Shenwu Emperor and most ancient people, cremation was a treatment reserved for the most heinous and wicked people, even being burned to ashes after death!
Just a slight raise and it will disappear from this world!
Perhaps Emperor Shenwu was thinking about something during the day, and he actually had a dream at night.
The Shenwu Emperor's mind had always been incredibly strong. He rarely dreamed, but this night he dreamed of Lan Qingwu! Lan Qingwu was clearly sleeping in his arms.
But the Emperor Shenwu found himself standing aside, quietly watching the sleeping Lan Qingwu. Lan Qingwu had his eyes tightly closed, and his body was surrounded by a faint smoke. The Emperor Shenwu leaned over, looked at Lan Qingwu's peaceful sleeping face, and gently called out: "Ruo Ruo, wake up! Ruo Ruo, I'm coming!"