Meng Wanqiu was imprisoned by Mr. Meng, and she will be dealt with after the investigation is clear.

No matter how sad and desperate Meng Wanzhou was and how much she wanted to keep her mother, Mrs. Meng's funeral was still held as scheduled.

On the day of the funeral, Mu Yanheng and Yin Wenxiu came to express their condolences.

There was nothing to do at home, so they were not kicked out.

Mu Yanheng was really sad. He lived in the Meng Mansion for half a year, and Mrs. Meng took great care of him.

He was a male guest. He bowed and bowed outside the mourning hall. After crying for a while, he was taken to the resting place for the male guests.

As a female guest, Yin Wenxiu could enter the mourning hall to express her condolences.

She held her slightly swollen belly and offered three sticks of incense to Mrs. Meng. She shed tears silently and looked very sad.

Meng Wanzhou is not in the mood to hate her now, so he gives her a gift in return as a family member.

Yin Wenxiu put a hand on her waist, squatted down, and supported Meng Wanzhou, "Wanzhou, my condolences. I'm so sad that my aunt is gone like this. After all, she watched us grow up."

Meng Wanzhou's voice was speechless and she just nodded.

Yin Wenxiu thought she didn't want to talk to him, so she started crying even harder, "Wanzhou, I know you still blame me and Yan Heng. Things have passed. Now that you are engaged to the second prince, I also have a son with Yan Heng."

Child, please don’t blame us, okay?”

She was crying like rain, looking pitiful, and half-kneeling on the ground with her slightly bulging belly. She looked very pitiful, but it seemed that Meng Wanzhou was a little unreasonable.

Meng Wanzhou really didn't even have the energy to get angry. He wanted her to get out, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

Caiyun couldn't stand it anymore and said coldly: "Mrs. Mu, don't pretend to be pitiful here. My young lady is the future second princess. I have to thank you for climbing into Master Mu's bed. How can I blame you?"

Yin Wenxiu seemed to have been greatly wronged, and collapsed on the ground, crying: "You, I... wu wu..."

Those who didn't know, thought her mother was dead.

Caiyun was furious and said in a sinister voice: "Mrs. Mu, please don't make trouble in my wife's mourning hall. You are a pregnant woman and can easily provoke resentful spirits. Be careful of my wife punishing villains."

When Yin Wenxiu heard this, she looked at the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall. Her scalp felt numb. She didn't even bother to pretend to be pitiful and cried. She quickly stood up holding the maid's hand and walked away dejectedly.

She calmed down after leaving the Meng Mansion and getting on the carriage.

"Bah! Are you still thinking about the second princess? After you observe mourning for three years, will the royal family still want a nineteen-year-old girl like you?"

"Huh! Look at her unlucky behavior like a dead mother, it's really ridiculous!"

"You are so unlucky, but you still want to be a noble princess? Just wait until the engagement is annulled and you become a sister-in-law! Haha..."

Yin Wenxiu looked like a mad woman, letting out a string of sinister laughter.

Anyone can be the second or third princess, except Meng Wanzhou, who grew up with her and is inferior to her in everything!

She doesn’t agree! She doesn’t allow it!

"Haha! How can that idiot compare with me? I am waiting to see her become a nun and give her a razor! Hehe..."

The two maids in the carriage lowered their heads and tried to minimize their presence.

Outside the carriage, Mu Yanheng stood there, furious, sad, regretful, disappointed...

"Sir, please get in the car!" the coachman's voice sounded outside.

Yin Wenxiu's whisper stopped abruptly, and she immediately put on a weak and innocent look. She opened the car curtain and saw Mu Yanheng standing there blankly, her face turned pale slightly.

But he still said gently: "Yan Heng, why are you standing outside? Get in the car quickly. I'm tired, and the child wants to go home."

She didn't know if Mu Yanheng heard her talking to herself, she just prayed in her heart. He had just arrived and didn't hear anything.

Mu Yanheng heard everything and looked at her like a stranger.

The smile on Yin Wenxiu's face froze, and she called softly: "Husband..."

Normally, Mu Yanheng's bones would have softened with such a gentle and tender call, but now, he only felt sick.

"You go back first. I have urgent matters to return to Fang County to take up my post!" After Mu Yanheng finished speaking, he took the horse from the boy's hand, got on it, and rode off.

"Husband! Husband!" Yin Wenxiu's face darkened, and she lowered the carriage curtain angrily, "Humph, are you feeling distressed after seeing Meng Wanzhou's miserable state?"

"It's too late to feel bad! That idiot can still seduce people even in mourning clothes. What a bitch!"

The maid couldn't stand listening anymore and reminded softly: "Miss, let's leave here first. I'm afraid when I look at the white lantern at the door!"

Yin Wenxiu looked at the white silk and white lanterns at the door of Meng Mansion, felt a chill on the back of her neck, and shuddered.

"Quick, get out of here!"

The driver raised his whip slightly and the carriage drove out slowly.

Jing Xi walked out from the corner and asked Mo Bai behind him: "Do you want a good husband for you?"

Mo Bai's eyes flickered for a moment, and the admiration in his eyes turned into loneliness, "But it depends on the prince's arrangement."

She had a crush on the prince and thought she had hidden it well, but apparently Jing Xi had already noticed.

She knew that she was not worthy of her master, so she just loved her silently and just wanted to look at him from a distance.

However, isn’t it possible to watch from a distance now?

Since I can't follow my master, it doesn't matter who I marry, so I might as well do more things for my master.

Jing Xi was very satisfied with her answer and said: "Mu Yanheng is a good person with good nature and talent, otherwise he would not be appreciated by the emperor. You go and follow him, kill Yin Wenxiu, and don't let him ruin the world."

In that woman’s hands.”

Mo Bai glanced at him sadly and reluctantly, and said, "Master, don't you need me anymore?"

Jing Xi said: "No, as long as you don't betray me, you are the person I will always need. You know how to solve cases and can do autopsies. You will definitely be able to help Mu Yanheng and save him from making detours. As for whether you can do it.

His legal wife depends on your own methods."

Mo Bai closed his eyes, pushed back the tears in his eyes, and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely complete the mission."

That's right, she treats this as a mission, which will make her feel better.

Jing Xi nodded, "Go ahead, don't let Yin Wenxiu die so happily."

She died so easily, how could she deserve the suffering that Meng Wanzhou suffered!

Mo Bai knelt down on one knee, cupped his fist and said, "I bid farewell to my master!"

After saying that, he stood up, turned around, tears fell suddenly, and strode away.

Jing Xi pinched her eyebrows and looked helplessly at the white lantern of Meng Mansion.

The emperor's calculations were really accurate. He said that his marriage would be delayed for three years. It turned out to be that!

Jing Xi sighed and walked towards Meng's Mansion.

Today is the day of Mrs. Meng's funeral. He came to attend to express his attitude that he would not cancel the marriage because of Meng Wanzhou's filial piety.

The Meng Mansion is very busy today, and it is not easy to see Meng Wanzhou. She is even busier as a filial daughter.

When Jing Xi finally found her to come out to change clothes, he stopped her halfway and asked, "Can your body hold on?"

Meng Wanzhou saw him coming, showed a grateful smile, and asked with her mouth: "Have you found out who it is?"
Chapter completed!