When Yuan Qingling heard this sentence, she really felt like she was in another world.
Chu Mingcui brought a near-death shadow to her that has not dissipated to this day.
However, when a person dies, like a lamp going out, grudges should disappear.
Chu Mingcui's funeral was very simple. There should not have been such a funeral in the first place, but because the matter of Heli had not been resolved, and the emperor had given the Chu family face, he acquiesced in giving her a funeral.
The white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, and the Chu family was naturally in a state of gloom and gloom.
After Princess Ji left, Yu Wenhao saw that she had been depressed in the mansion for many days and her injuries were no longer harmful, so he took her out for a walk.
Walking along the long street, Ah Si and Man'er Xu Yi followed behind. It was cold in winter, and the long wind swept through the empty street, adding a bit of winter desolation.
"Why is there no one here today?" Ah Si felt strange. The people coming and going were all in a hurry. Even if it was cold, it would not be so quiet.
Xu Yiyi said: "The Chu family had a funeral, and they didn't want to be implicated in bad luck, so they all stayed away, right?"
Ah Si said: "You don't go through here even for funerals. Aren't you going to the outside of the city?"
"I don't know where to bury her. I guess she won't be able to enter the ancestral grave of the Chu family. After all, she is already a married daughter." Xu Yi said.
Yu Wenhao didn't want to hear the name, and he didn't want to continue walking for fear of running into the funeral procession, so he said to Yuan Qingling: "Are you hungry? Let's find a place to sit down."
There happened to be a teahouse nearby, so he took Yuan Qingling to the second floor, ordered a pot of Shoumei, and then asked the waiter to make a cup of red date tea for Yuan Qingling and serve some snacks.
Yuan Qingling was actually not unhappy, but the cold weather and the lack of exercise always made her appear to be in low spirits.
She cheered up and said, "Isn't there any order from the emperor to come back?" He has been suspended from his job for a few days. He was supposed to be just showing up, but he didn't expect that he was suspended for such a long time.
Yu Wenhao leaned on the chair, with his wide green sleeves draped on the armrests of the chair. His narrow phoenix eyes dimmed, but he pretended to be lazy and said: "No, there is no order. I am still happy to have some leisure time. I just want to spend more time with you."
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Yuan Qingling smiled, "Don't be at odds for too long. There should be some free space between husband and wife."
"What the hell space? No need." Yu Wenhao disagreed. If there was no threat, he would have been stuck with Yuan Qingling twelve hours a day.
Yuan Qingling took a piece of pastry to him with chopsticks, her eyes filled with smoke, "I haven't asked you about the case, but did Chu Mingcui really commit suicide?"
Yu Wenhao didn't raise his eyes, "What else could it be if she didn't commit suicide? She took the Purple Gold Decoction. If she hadn't committed suicide, she could still have lasted for a day or two."
Yuan Qing Ling said: "Did she hang herself or hit the wall?"
"Cut your wrists."
"It's strange, where did the knife come from in the prison?" Yuan Qingling looked at him and asked.
Yu Wenhao shrugged and ate the cake and said, "I don't know. Maybe there are friends of hers in the prison who know that she is seeking death and help her."
"Chu Mingcui doesn't seek death. She really wants to live. I've met many people, but few have as strong a desire to live as she does, even though she has been seeking death." Yuan Qingling thought of how she begged for help without dignity, and felt really uncomfortable.
She is as aloof as she used to be.
"She doesn't just want to survive, she also wants to live better than anyone else." Yu Wenhao's handsome face was covered with a layer of gloom, "Okay, let's not talk about her, she has faded out of our lives."
Yuan Qingling said softly: "Well, yes."
Yuan Qingling could tell that he was a little depressed.
If Chu Mingcui had not committed suicide, he would have been the one who killed her.
It's an uncomfortable feeling to kill a woman you once liked.
But there is no need for Lao Wu to kill her, because it seems that she will not survive.