Pushing Away the Supervisor Sent by the Prince of Qin's Residence? You Don't Even Look at That

Silence.

A long silence.

In the dim main hall, Li Shimin clenched the hilt of his sword, then released it, clenched it again, then released it again.

Grief covered Chai Shao's face as he stared blankly at the swaying curtains of the inner hall, his lips pressed white. After watching for a while, he closed his eyes, his chest heaving heavily once.

Then he looked again, closed his eyes again, and his Adam's apple rolled. If there had been no one else present, no outsiders, Shen Le truly suspected that he would have burst into loud sobs.

After all, young couples did share some genuine affection.

Yet neither of the two men cried. Throughout the hall, only A Qing's muffled sobs, quiet weeping, and choked cries could be heard.

Instead, from below the hall and outside in the courtyard, the suppressed weeping of Princess Pingyang's personal guards drifted in endlessly, rising and falling.

After a very long time, Li Shimin let out a long sigh and released his sword hilt. He strode forward, pressed Chai Shao's shoulder hard, then nodded to Shen Le and called out loudly:

"Someone!"

"Here!"

The guards outside answered in unison. Li Shimin opened his mouth to speak, then paused and sighed softly.

"Invite Lord Li of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Have him bring a few scholars from the Imperial Divination Office... Offer sacrifices and divine before Third Sister's spirit, and ask what she wishes."

Li Shaoqing, the Court of Imperial Sacrifices official in charge of rites, music, sacrifices, and imperial mausoleums, had also left the city with the party this time. Li Shimin sent someone for him, and before long, he hurried over with a large group in tow.

The diviners from the Imperial Divination Office under the Court of Imperial Sacrifices rushed in