After all, Jiang was the mistress of the Qiu family. After her death, the Qiu family was busy organizing funeral arrangements. It was not until the end of the year and New Year's Eve that Jiang's coffin was buried.
The funeral has just been held and the white flags have not been taken down yet. How can there be excitement for the New Year?
Mrs. Qiu had recovered from a mental illness and was in good spirits. She said to Qiu Mingcheng: "When Jiang is gone, you can be considered worthy of her by keeping her filial piety for one year. After one year, I will remarry you."
One room.”
Qiu Mingcheng whispered: "No need. At my age, I don't want to renew my string."
All evils disappear after death. No matter how disgusted or resentful he was in the past, Jiang closed his eyes and went away. All that remained in his heart was the past love between husband and wife.
In just a few days, Qiu Mingcheng seemed to have aged more than ten years, with many white hairs appearing on his head, wrinkles accumulating at the corners of his eyes, and his face turning gray. It was like a piece of wood that was about to decay, without any vitality.
Mrs. Qiu saw this and was anxious in her heart. This anxiety caused her to breathe quickly, her face turned red, and she spoke intermittently: "You, what are you talking about? Your mother is still alive, how old are you?"
!You are trying to make me angry to death!"
Pain flashed across Qiu Mingcheng's face, and he suddenly knelt down: "Mother, I will depend on you for everything else. Just let your son make the decision on this matter!"
Mrs. Qiu was so angry that her temples were beating so hard that she almost fainted on the spot.
Qiu Mingcheng called the maid and helped his wife into the house to rest. Then, he went to the courtyard where Jiang lived.
He walked slowly and bowed slightly, as if part of his body had left with Jiang.
There was silence in the courtyard. The woman who was guarding the door and the two rough servants bowed and hurriedly left. Qiu Mingcheng stood alone in the courtyard for a long time and then entered Jiang's house.
Without the owner, the house felt alarmingly empty.
Qiu Mingcheng suddenly covered his face with his hands, roaring like a wounded beast in his throat, and tears kept pouring out.
…
Qiu Mingcheng, who had always been physically strong, could not bear the heavy blow of losing his wife and soon fell ill on the bed.
Qiu Rou, accompanied by her husband Wang Qing, returned to her parents' home to visit Qiu Mingcheng.
Qiu Rou was five months pregnant, and her belly was already swollen. Pregnant people were not allowed to enter the mourning hall. Therefore, Qiu Rou had to avoid seeing Jiang for the last time until she closed her eyes until she was buried.
Even when you are sad and sad, you need to be relieved to avoid being too depressed and hurting the child in your belly.
After going through all kinds of things, Qiu Rou is now much calmer than before.
She sat beside the bed and comforted Qiu Mingcheng softly: "Mom is gone. There is no need to mention the past. People who are alive must live well. Dad, don't be too sad."
Qiu Mingcheng looked at Qiu Rou with mixed feelings in his heart. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be grateful that his daughter was finally sensible, or to lament that Qiu Rou was so calm after his own mother died.
After a long while, Qiu Mingcheng said: "You are pregnant and will give birth in a few months. From now on, you can raise the baby with peace of mind and live a good life. You don't have to worry about dad. Dad is in good health. If he is sick, he will be fine if he lies down for a few days."
Qiu Rou responded quietly.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a strong black boy in plain clothes came in. It was Qiu Rou's younger brother Qiu Jie.
Qiu Jie had been training in the military camp for several years. He had grown a lot taller and was tanned. At first glance, he looked like Qiu Mingcheng, who was dozens of years younger.
"Second brother," Qiu Rou said softly to Qiu Jie, "Mom is gone, so don't be too sad."
There was no expression on Qiu Jie's face. He couldn't tell whether he was overly sad or numb: "I understand. I will go back to the military camp in a few days."
Qiu Rou whispered again: "You have to observe filial piety for your mother, I'm afraid it will delay the marriage."
Qiu Jie looked blank: "I didn't want to get married in the first place. I'll wait until three years later."
Qiu Rou was speechless.
Qiu Jie frowned.
The two siblings were speechless for a moment.
Qiu Mingcheng suddenly coughed heavily. Qiu Jie stepped forward and patted Qiu Mingcheng's back. Qiu Mingcheng coughed for a long time and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then his breathing became easier.
Qiu Rou held a cup of hot water and served Qiu Mingcheng to drink a few sips.
Qiu Mingcheng cheered up and said: "Rou'er, you and Wang Qing go back! The house is in a mess now, so I won't keep you here. Jie'er, give your sister and brother-in-law a gift."
Qiu Rou agreed softly, stood up and left. When she walked out of the courtyard, her eyes suddenly turned red and tears fell.
Jiang's departure seemed to have severed the ties between her and her parents' family. She knew clearly in her heart that she would not come back except during the New Year's Day.
…
Half a month later, after the Lantern Festival, Hongyu finally told Empress Yuan about Jiang's death.
"...Actually, Mrs. Qiu passed away from a serious illness years ago. It was the end of the year and the New Year at that time. I didn't want the Queen to be sad and mournful, so I took it upon myself to hide the matter."
"This slave behaves willfully and recklessly, please punish me."
Hongyu knelt down and begged for punishment sincerely.
Empress Yuan was so shocked by the sudden bad news that she could not speak. She clutched the handle of the chair tightly with her right hand and her lips kept trembling: "She, why did she go? Didn't you say before that the Qiu family has been hiring famous doctors to treat her?
Do you want to see a doctor and recuperate your body? Why did you die suddenly?"
Hongyu replied in a low voice: "Mrs. Qiu's body has been suffering until the oil is exhausted. No matter how good the doctor's medical skills are, he can't save a dying person. Please give me your condolences!"
Queen Yuan closed her eyes, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
She came from a distinguished family and was the jewel of the Yuan family held in the palms of her father and brother. Unfortunately, nothing in the world is perfect. She had been weak since she was a child and had few opportunities to go out. She stayed in the boudoir all day, which made her lonely and depressed.
Jiang Xue has been by her side since she was adopted by the Yuan family. Jiang Xue is three years younger than her, but is sensible and smart, and takes care of her attentively. The two live together, spending time together day and night, and are inseparable.
She loved Jiang Xue from the bottom of her heart as if she were a sister.
Over the years, she has been taking care of Jiang Xue and is Jiang Xue's biggest supporter.
Unfortunately, Jiang Xue's life was short-lived and she went to hell in her forties.
"Your Majesty, please take care of your body." Hongyu took out her handkerchief and wiped away the tears of Empress Yuan while comforting her: "There is no resurrection after death. My Majesty, please don't be too sad. If you hurt your body, Mrs. Qiu knows something about it, so I'm afraid she won't be able to do it."
Peace of mind.”
Empress Yuan choked and said: "She is three years younger than me, why did she go so early?"
This kind of woman is a disaster if she lives. She should die early and be reincarnated early. She should be a good person in the next life!
Hongyu cursed in her heart, with a look of sadness on her face: "Blessed people have a long life. I guess Mrs. Qiu is a little less lucky. I only hope that Mrs. Qiu will find a good family in the next life."
Empress Yuan's nose felt sour, she rested her head on Hong Yu's shoulder and cried softly.
