As her horizons broadened, Jiang Chan became more and more tired of the intrigues in the shopping mall. She had already thought about it. After graduation, she would buy a piece of land, raise a few big dogs there, plant her favorite Chinese medicine, occasionally make medicine, and sit and watch the clouds roll and clouds.

Thinking about these things, Jiang Chan fell asleep...

On the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, Jiang Chan returned to her small home in the city. She wanted to arrange her home well. As for the jade she obtained from gambling stones and the two antiques she had picked up before, she sent them to the antique shelf at home.

Now Jiang Chan has mastered French, English, German and Spanish. There are many books piled up on the bookshelf in the study, most of which are original documents from these languages.

There are also many types of clothing design, medical books, information books, etc.

In a corner of the study, Jiang Chan set up a workbench with various colors of fabrics, calipers, scissors, needlework and sewing machines. She found the fabrics by herself after traveling to the fabric market, and it cost more than 100,000 yuan to buy them all.

The speed of spending money is like flowing water. Jiang Chan can only make money if she can spend it.

Before the start of school, Gu Jianchen promised to help Jiang Chan get a driver's license. After looking at the driver's license, Jiang Chan threw it in her backpack. She has not considered buying a car at the moment. She will go to another place to study in half a year, and she will not be able to use it if she buys it. It's just that it's easier to have a driver's license.

After busy school starts, Jiang Chan sat back in the classroom and became a senior high school student. At the beginning of the new semester, the learning atmosphere in the class became even more tense, and the countdown on the blackboard was decreasing day by day.

Jiang Chan still follows the steps. When the teacher teaches, she does her own things below. During evening self-study, she organizes knowledge points for everyone, and lives a leisurely life.

As for Mo Mo who has always been inseparable, he still followed Jiang Chan to and from get out of class. Mo Mo's existence cannot be hidden from others. At least the teachers in the class know that considering that Mo Mo will not affect classroom discipline, the teachers just turned a blind eye and didn't say anything to Mo Mo's existence.

After the dull days were too long, Jiang Chan could not help but miss the magnificent life of other worlds. Looking at the physics papers in her hand, they had already finished all the answers. There was still an hour before the exam was over, Jiang Chan simply went to find a task world to relax.

After selecting in the mission hall, Jiang Chan crushed the soul light ball...

"Empress, Your Majesty has passed away, you must hold on." An old female voice sounded, her tone full of worry.

Jiang Chan did not open her eyes and quickly analyzed the scene in front of her. It seems that she returned to the time when Emperor Zhao Xian just passed away, and the queen fainted because of excessive sadness.

As for the person holding her hand, it was Sun, the wife of Duke Anguo, the original owner, and also the original owner's biological mother.

Thinking that there was still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with, I was really unreasonable to lie here. Jiang Chan's eyelashes moved and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Come, change clothes." Jiang Chan said a few words in a hoarse voice, and frowned in discomfort. How long has the original owner cried? She felt her eyes swollen and a little painful.

The palace maids lowered their eyebrows and walked up to change clothes for Jiang Chan. Sun sat on the side and stared blankly. Why did he think something was wrong with his daughter when she woke up?

She thought about it and thought that her daughter was too sad because of the emperor's death, so she didn't say much.

"Go to the front hall." Jiang Chan stood up and looked at the young girl in the mirror. She was a little surprised that the original owner was young, and she seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Yes, the original owner hurriedly entered the palace. If it weren't for her sister Ye Yunwei's difficult childbirth, she would have left only a little prince, and the incident of entering the palace would not have fallen on her head.

She should have been waiting at home to marry under the protection of her family, and she would never enter the palace to become a member of the harem.

The palace, Jiang Chan frowned. She had never experienced such a world. When she thought of fighting wits and courage with those old foxes, Jiang Chan suddenly felt excited.

Following the original owner's memory, Jiang Chan went to the front hall where the ministers knelt all over the ground, and several of the emperor's concubines were also crying and robbing the earth, listening to the sadness.

Jiang Chan walked forward slowly, his face withered: "The emperor has passed away. What should we do is follow the etiquette system. The Ministry of Rites has put more thought into this."

"I'm sure to obey the imperial edict." An official from the Ministry of Rites responded loudly and looked at the concubines who were staying beside the dragon's bed: "I don't know if this is buried alive..."

When they heard the word "burial with burial", the bodies of the concubines were shocked, especially those who had no children, who cried sadly and even more miserable.

Jiang Chan's hair is about to stand up, and she is buried with her. What a cruel act? But seeing that no minister raised objections, I think there was a precedent in this matter before.

"It is too cruel to bury a living person. The late emperor has always implemented benevolent government. I believe he would not want to see such a tragic incident." Seeing that someone was about to object, Jiang Chan took the lead in moving the late emperor out.

"After someone burning pottery figurines according to the making, and buried them in the imperial tomb with His Majesty's body." After thinking about it, Jiang Chan made this suggestion. The ministers curled their lips, and this system was also available before, so they stopped saying anything more.

Hearing that there was no need to be buried alive, the concubines breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jiang Chan with gratitude. If the young empress dowager agreed to live burial, they would almost be dead.

If her sister had been here, she might have agreed to be buried alive. That person was kind on the face, but in fact he was ruthless and tight.

After half a month of continuous progress, the national mourning was finally settled. The former emperor Zhao Xian had only one son, Zhao Yi, and now he is only less than six months old. He is still a baby in his cradle.

He has two daughters, the older Zhao Runbing is already thirteen years old, and the younger Zhao Runqing is only six years old. Jiang Chan has seen it these days, and the two princesses look like frightened birds, not at all arrogant.

It was obviously because their mother was raised by her mother, and of course this was related to Zhao Xian's lack of concern. In the original owner's memory, she and Zhao Xian met less and pitiful. The emperor was devoted to government affairs without distraction. He rarely went to the concubines in the harem.

As for the first queen, that is, the original owner's sister, there are quite a few methods at all. Just looking at the only one son in the harem, her son, the prince, in the harem for so many years, you can know her skills.

It can be said that the harem is the dominant one. If she hadn’t had a difficult childbirth, she would have been the foregone conclusion in the future.
Chapter completed!