The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 461 - 462: Crying Too Hard, Eyes Not Working Right

When the Imperial Concubine arrived, she saw Jun Ning quietly shedding tears. Beside her knelt Jing Shu, who wanted to comfort her but hesitated, afraid to upset her. After a moment of indecision, she gave up and simply cried alongside Jun Ning.

Emperor Yongning had been very fond of Jing Shu during his lifetime. Whenever there were good things, besides thinking of his daughter, he also thought of his granddaughter, who was about the same age as her.

Over the years, under the protection of Emperor Yongning, Jing Shu was able to live much the same life as before, even after the passing of the former Crown Prince. Her daily necessities remained unchanged, and she was free to come and go from the palace.

Although Jing Shu was influenced by Jun Ning’s emotions at the moment and cried with her, it was also because the young girl’s sorrow was genuine!

The young girl’s face was streaked with tears as she murmured, "Grandfather, have you gone to find Father? Are you never coming back? I miss you so much, and I miss Father too!"

"After you meet Father over there, could you tell him? I miss him, and could he visit me in a dream?"

"Grandfather, I will burn a lot of spirit money for you, please help me make this happen!"

As Jing Shu spoke, she continuously placed spirit money into the brazier, and as it burned, the flames grew higher, casting a reddish glow on her fair face.

Jun Ning: "..."

Empress Dowager: "......"

What is this girl saying?

The surrounding concubines, princes, ministers, and servants all looked at Jing Shu in confusion, their seemingly humble expressions mixed with a hint of speechlessness.

What kind of occasion is this? The young Commandery Princess, even though she’s about the same age as the Emperor, is behaving so improperly. What kind of words are those?

Not serious at all.

Jun Ning wiped her tears, glanced at Jing Shu, and signaled to her to be cautious with her words on such occasions, lest she be ridiculed.

Jing Shu’s eyes were full of tears, and it was unclear whether she understood Jun Ning’s words. She glanced up at Jun Ning and then fell silent.

She cried, disregarding everything else.

Though everyone around was also crying and seemed very saddened by Emperor Yongning’s death, no one’s cries were louder or more genuine than Jing Shu’s.

Jun Ning held the young girl’s hand and said, "Be careful not to cry your eyes out."

"Aunt, the Imperial Physician who checked your pulse for peace today said that your eyes are so swollen from crying that you won’t be able to read memorials. But you don’t care, so why should I?"

"Jing Shu doesn’t need to read memorials, nor worry about her eyes getting swollen from crying."

"Alright then!"

Jun Ning didn’t persuade her further and allowed Jing Shu to cry beside her.

She knew that Jing Shu was crying not just because her father, the Emperor, had passed away, but also because the young girl was reminded of her father.

Over the years, the young girl had masked her longing for her father well, never mentioning it to others, but subtle clues showed she missed him deeply. With even a small trigger, she would be overwhelmed with grief. And now, her father’s father was also gone.

Aunt and niece kept vigil for three days, never relaxing for a moment.

Jun Ning became much thinner, her eye sockets recessed a bit, looking quite haggard. Jing Shu was no exception, her round face appearing dull and dim.

On the day of the funeral, Jun Ning, being female, was not required to carry Emperor Yongning’s coffin by hand, especially since she had so many brothers, who, despite often being useless, were more than capable of carrying the coffin. However, she still insisted on helping carry it herself, as the new Emperor.

Jun Yu was worried she might not have enough strength, risking injury by overexertion, so he stepped forward to assist her.

Jun Yu was very considerate of propriety and only stood behind Jun Ning to help without overstepping his boundaries.

Jun Ning didn’t mind this subtle positioning.

The group lifted the Emperor Yongning’s coffin onto a formidable carriage drawn by nine warhorses, making for a grand procession. Then they embarked on a journey of thousands of miles to the Imperial Mausoleum.

The weather, which should have been turning to spring, suddenly brought snow, the skies a somber gray, and the air filled with large swirling snowflakes. Yet the streets were already lined with citizens who had come out to bid Emperor Yongning farewell.

Some came to catch a glimpse of the legendary Empress, whom the stories held in high esteem for her leadership. Others, from the bottom of their hearts, wished to accompany Emperor Yongning on his final journey.

After all, Emperor Yongning was a monarch of his time, without great achievements but also without major faults.

After his death, it was the people’s way of expressing their sentiments to come out and see him off.

The procession was long, stretching as far as the eye could see. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Everyone in the procession lowered their heads, silently following those in front, appearing deeply sorrowful.