After tidying up, Ling Yuezi, accompanied by Ah Qing and Ah Lan, went to the side hall on the left.
The front part of this room was Ling Yuezi's practice room, while the back part was set up as a simple mourning hall.
The mourning hall had no ancestral tablets, only an incense table and two clay urns.
One was familiar, the one Ling Yuezi polished every day, which contained her mother's ashes.
The other was unfamiliar.
Ling Yuezi walked over, held the clay urn, and wailed, "Father..."
After crying for a while, she worried about disturbing the people monitoring outside, so she lowered her voice.
The people monitoring her were locked up by Ah Qing and Ah Lan at night, but during the day, they were allowed to roam free, or else it would arouse the Regent King's suspicion.
"Princess, should we invite the Emperor over?" Ah Qing asked.
"Invite the Emperor over." Ling Yuezi wiped away her tears and nodded.
Ah Lan stayed with Ling Yuezi, while Ah Qing went to invite him.
