Chapter 254: Write-off (Request for Monthly Ticket)_2

But at that moment, he merely glanced around and then turned his gaze back to the fluttering joss paper as he slowly ascended the steps. The imperial secret guards stationed outside the hall seemed to have already been instructed, for as he strode stiffly into the Qianqing Palace, no one stepped forward to stop him.

As if entering a deserted place, he stepped over the threshold and saw droves of young men and women in mourning clothes kneeling before a golden phoebe coffin, crying so hard they were gasping for breath.

Among these young men and women, he saw Zhao Miao, who was crying so hard that snot bubbles were forming, and Zhao Hong, whose face was still smeared with mud.

He passed by Zhao Miao, gently patted his head, and then went straight to the coffin to look at Emperor Xiping inside.

The young men and women in the hall, seeing this plainly dressed stranger boldly approaching their father emperor's coffin to peer inside, were so shocked that they briefly forgot to sob.