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 serious, 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 Daodao: "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 I'm buried. I guess I can't enter the Chu family's ancestral grave. 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 up 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. It was supposed to be just a show-off, but he didn't expect that he was actually 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 it weren't for the 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 her undignified way of asking for help, and it was really embarrassing.
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 actually no need for Lao Wu to kill her, because it seems that she will not survive.
Unless there was some compelling reason that forced him to kill Chu Mingcui in prison.
She didn't know why, but when she thought of this, her heart suddenly jumped wildly, and she had an ominous premonition in her heart.
A sad and high-pitched suona sound suddenly came.
This is the suona music for funerals.
Ah Si lay on the railing and looked closely. When she saw the funeral procession approaching slowly, she sighed, "Why are you coming this way? Aren't you going to leave the city?"
Yu Wenhao stood up and said, "Let's go."
He reached out to pull Yuan Qingling.
But Yuan Qingling raised her head and looked at him, "It's okay, it's just an acquaintance, let's give her a ride here."
Yu Wenhao said: "Give her a ride? She originally wanted to give you a ride."
"Then I'm really sorry. It's me who sees her off now." Yuan Qingling stood up and walked to the railing, watching the funeral procession slowly approaching. It was a shabby procession, with only a dozen or so people, and the one in front was playing the suona.
Yes, there were four people behind carrying a thin red coffin, and a few more people followed, scattering paper money. It was very deserted.
Who would have thought that the person lying in the red thin coffin was the noble Princess Qi?
"Eh? Isn't that King Qi?" Ah Si suddenly said.
Yuan Qingling followed Ah Si's eyes and saw a white figure standing at the end of the long empty street.
His clothes were a little thin, and the skirt of his clothes was lifted up by the strong wind, and his sleeves were bulging with the wind, making him look straight and slim.
Behind him stood Yuan Yongyi. She was holding the horse and watching from a distance without getting closer.
Then, he walked over slowly, getting closer and closer, and Yuan Qingling saw his expression. There was a layer of sadness, confusion, and hatred on his face.
His foot injury has not completely healed, and when he walks, he limps very slowly.
The funeral procession stopped under the teahouse, and King Qi also stood five steps away, thus stopping the funeral procession.
The sound of the suona stopped, and the young man behind who was scattering paper money stepped forward. Ah Si whispered to Yuan Qing: "This is Chu Mingcui's concubine, his name is Chu Fu."
Chu Fu walked up to King Qi, bowed his hands and saluted, "See King Qi!"
King Qi was a little confused. He glanced at Chu Fu and his eyes slowly fell on the coffin.
The corners of his lips curved, and he gave a forced smile, "I am here to see her off."
Chu Fu pressed his hand back and asked the coffin bearers to stop, and someone shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness, King Qi, is on the way to pay homage to Miss Chu!"
The coffin stopped firmly on the ground. Fallen leaves were swept by the strong wind, passed over the coffin, fluttered, flew back, and finally fell to the ground.
The sky is gray, and the winter sun this morning has been obscured by clouds, making the sky and earth dim.
Yuan Yongyi came with his horse, took a baggage from the horse's back, and handed it to King Qi.
King Qi said softly: "Please excuse me for me."
Yuan Yongyi shook her head, "I am only responsible for bringing you these things. As for placing them for worship, I don't know how to do it. She is not worthy."
King Qi looked at her with some sadness in his eyes, "Yes, she is not worthy. I don't know why I came."
"It doesn't matter if you come or not, it's a matter of ending the relationship. After all, she couldn't help you, but you did your due duty." Yuan Yongyi said.