Since Dean Shen said that he couldn't cure his father, it meant his father...

Then, the doctor couldn't help but cry.

Upon seeing this, Shen Yang suddenly remembered Mo Shang. As Uncle Liu's apprentice, maybe Mo Shang knew something about this symptom.

Then Shen Yang said to the doctor, "Wait a minute. Maybe he can come to diagnose, but you can't have too much hope."

Hearing this, the doctor nodded.

Shen Yang said to the people behind him to find Mo Shang.

After hearing this, the man was slightly taken aback and then hurried away.

As expected, after Mo Shang came, he took a look at the symptoms of the doctor's father and then nodded to Shen Yang.

When the doctor saw this, he couldn't help but look surprised. How could he know the method that even Dean Shen didn't know?

The doctor looked at Shen Yang with doubt. Shen Yang gave him a look to reassure him.

Mo Shang inserted silver needles into his father's acupuncture points. Soon, the symptoms were relieved.

Shen Yang couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.

And the doctor nodded happily at this time. He also tried acupuncture for his father, but it was different from the acupuncture points, so it didn't work.

Then, Mo Shang stood up, walked to Shen Yang, and told him the symptoms of the disease and the herbs used to treat the disease. As long as his father kept drinking for a period, he would not have to worry about whether the disease would recover in the future.

The news that Mo Shang cured the sick man soon spread in the imperial hospital. At first, some people didn't believe it. They thought that he just happened to know the cure for this disease.

So, many experienced doctors in the imperial hospital went to ask Mo Shang for medical advice. When Mo Shang mentioned medical skills, he became talkative, which was not as usual.

When those doctors came back, they couldn't help but shock that Mo Shang was so experienced at such a young age. He knew better than them and even knew those diseases that they didn't know.

Those doctors couldn't help but admire him!

Overnight, the title of a genius doctor in the imperial hospital spread to the entire Jing City!

...

Three days passed quickly.

Early in the morning, Yan Ji asked people to send the clothes that Yang Zijin should wear on the death anniversary.

Yang Zijin had just gotten up from the bed and heard some noise outside. Then, she gave Jiang Wei a hint to check what was going on.

Jiang Wei nodded, walked to the door, and looked out from the crack.

A group of people walked into the yard at this time. Cang Qiong, who was guarding the yard, took the clothes over.

He exchanged a few words with those people, and then they left.

Jiang Wei turned her head and said to Yang Zijin, "Madam, His Majesty has sent someone over."

Yang Zijin nodded.

The voice had just faded.

Cang Qiong walked to the door, then knocked on the door, and said, "Your Highness, today is the death anniversary of the deceased emperor. His Majesty has asked people to prepare the clothes for you."

Jiang Wei opened the door slightly and then said, "Her Highness hasn't got up yet. Give it to me."

"Please tell Her Highness that we don't have too much time. His Majesty has already gone to the imperial mausoleum. If the time is delayed, I am afraid it will not be good." Cang Qiong said to Jiang Wei at this time.

Then, he handed the clothes to Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei took the clothes over and then said, "I see."

Then, she closed the door.

Jiang Wei walked to the bed and looked at the clothes in her hands, "Madam."

"Well, put it on quickly. Don't miss the time and let Yan Ji laugh at us!" Yang Zijin said and got off the bed.

Jiang Wei put on the clothes for Yang Zijin.

After she was dressed, Yang Zijin looked at the bronze mirror, which was quite plain. After all, it was the clothes for the death anniversary.

Then, Jiang Wei combed Yang Zijin's hair and just inserted a hairpin without much decoration.

Although she had no blood relationship with the deceased emperor, her soul had taken over the body of the descendants. Anyway, she couldn't be rude.

Until she helped her aunt seize back Beiling and then returned to Dongling to avenge Princess Royal, she would go to do what she liked.

Thinking of this, Yang Zijin sighed and then said to Jiang Wei, "Let's go."

Jiang Wei nodded at this moment and then walked out.

When they got out of the courtyard, they saw Cang Qiong waiting at the door.

Seeing Yang Zijin came out, Cang Qiong walked forward, "Your Highness, the carriage is ready. Please."

Yang Zijin nodded and then walked to the carriage.

After she got on the carriage, the group walked towards the palace.

The imperial mausoleum was not far away from the palace. It could be seen vaguely from the palace gate.

However, it would still take some time to reach the imperial mausoleum, because there was a river in between. So, it needed to bypass the bridge in the distance to pass.

In the imperial mausoleum

After several days of preparation, the scene was magnificent, but this was also the first decent death anniversary since Yan He died.

There was no such scene on the day of his burial.

The imperial mausoleum was built by Yan He. But after Yan Ji murdered Yan He, he did not want to bury Yan He in the imperial mausoleum.

Although he succeeded in taking the throne at that time, if he did too cruelly, the ministers in the court would definitely argue about it.

After all, he still needed these ministers in the future. So, he couldn't withstand the pressure at that time and buried Yan He in the imperial mausoleum.

Every year, he would order people to go through the motions on the death anniversary.

It was shown to the ministers in the court so that they couldn't find fault.

At this time, Runyu and Pei Moning hid in the dark and looked at the movement of the imperial mausoleum.

But they only saw the emperor of Beiling. Yang Zijin and Jiang Wei were not seen.

Pei Moning couldn't help but become anxious again.

At this time, Runyu patted his shoulder lightly and then shook his head, "Don't worry. Wait and see."

Pei Moning nodded and then looked around.

As expected, he saw a carriage approaching the imperial mausoleum, and then he was relieved.

When approaching the imperial mausoleum, the carriage stopped. Jiang Wei walked forward, helped Yang Zijin down, and then walked into the imperial mausoleum.

At this time, Liu Ling, who was hiding in the dark, pointed to Yang Zijin and whispered to Yan Luo, "Your Highness, that is Infanta Qingcheng."

Yan Luo looked in the direction where Liu Ling pointed. Although she could only see Yang Zijin's profile, she could still see that Yang Zijin's appearance was somewhat similar to that of Wanchu.

Yan Luo nodded. After many years, although her sister suffered misfortune, she still left a daughter.

Thinking of this, Yan Luo closed her eyes and said silently in her heart, "Sister, you can rest assured. I must take Beiling back from Yan Ji."

At this time, Yang Zijin walked up to Yan Ji and bowed slightly towards him, "Your Majesty."

"Forget about the formalities. Since Infanta Qingcheng is here, let's start the ceremony." Yan Ji said at this time.

Yang Zijin stood up straight and then nodded.

It seemed that the death anniversary was very grand. No matter the decoration around the imperial mausoleum or the ceremony, all were well planned.

After the ceremony was completed, Yan Ji walked up to Yang Zijin and said, "Qingcheng, you rushed from Dongling to Beiling to pay homage to the deceased emperor. If the deceased emperor is alive in the heaven, he will be happy."

"Thanks to the grace of Your Majesty. I'm very delighted to see the ceremony today." Yang Zijin said and smiled.

Yan Ji sighed at this moment and then said, "Come on and put a stick of incense for the deceased emperor."

With that said, Yan Ji walked to the front of Yan He's spirit tablet. The people on the side handed a stick of incense for Yan Ji, and then Yan Ji inserted the incense into the censer.

Seeing this, Yan Luo, who hid in the dark, could not help clenching her fists.

Yan Ji was not worthy of offering incense for her father. For so many years, she would come to watch from a distance every year on the death day of her father.

However, every time, Yan Ji was just perfunctory. So, when she saw today's scene, Yan Luo couldn't help but scold Yan Ji in her heart!

After Yan Ji put the incense, Yang Zijin also walked forward and took a stick of incense. Then, Yang Zijin knelt in front of Yan He's spirit tablet and kowtowed three times.

Then, Yang Zijin raised her head and looked at the spirit tablet. She murmured in her heart, "Although I have no blood relationship with you, and we don't come from the same generation, I am fortunate that my soul has taken up the body of your descendants. I didn't know her life experience before."

"Now, I know the truth and I will let Yan Ji kneel in front of your spirit tablet and return the throne. And all those who know the death of your daughter will be buried with your daughter."

Then, Yang Zijin stood up and put the incense into the incense burner.

At this moment, the sky had been clear, but the clouds suddenly blocked the sun, and a cold wind came.

Yang Zijin frowned slightly and then smiled. Did this gust of wind mean that Yan He didn't believe her?

That was understandable. She was just a woman, and it was difficult for a woman to finish.

At this time, Yang Zijin looked at Yan He's spirit tablet again and then nodded slightly. She determined in her heart. No matter how difficult it was, she would finish it!

Previously, she never believed that there existed ghosts and spirits until her soul was attached to a child who was still in her infancy. All this happened to her and she had to believe it.

After finishing the incense, Yang Zijin turned around, walked down the steps, and then walked to Yan Ji. Before Yang Zijin spoke, Yan Ji said, "Now that the ritual is over, when are you going back to Dongling?"

"I came to Beiling this time to pay homage to the deceased emperor. Now that the ritual is over, I plan to go back to Dongling tomorrow." Yang Zijin bowed slightly and said.

After hearing this, Yan Ji frowned slightly and then said, "Tomorrow? You came to Beiling from a long distance. But I have been busy these few days and have not been able to entertain you. I feel really sorry."