Song Jialun's POV
My father was looking at the entrance of the memorial hall. Mother's coffin will be closed soon, but the empress and her husbands were not here yet.
"Father, they might be busy. Let's close Mother's coffin and send bury her already," I remarked. He sighed and nodded.
"The empress and her husbands have arrived!" our servant roars. Those who were already here were surprised.
They entered the room and looked at my father, who was ready to close the coffin. We bow our heads and pay respect to our respect to the highest person in this nation.
"Greetings, her highness, his highness!" we all said.
She raises her hand. She continued walking closer to where my mother's coffin was.
"General, can I have a moment before we bury Aunt Yue?" she asks. My father steps down.
"Understood, Your Highness," Father replied.