"Average." Mu Yunhan saluted Murong and said with concern: "Auntie has lost too much weight. Is it because she has done too many things for her own good and can't eat well or sleep well?"
Her voice was not loud, and others could only hear the words "I'm too thin... I can't eat well and I can't sleep well."
Murong's hand suddenly tightened and she stared at Mu Yunhan, almost going crazy.
Mu Yunhan smiled faintly and stepped back.
At this time, she realized someone was looking at her.
She turned around and saw Gu Yilan getting up from Mrs. Mu's body, bowing, and turning around to walk out.
Mr. Mu Er quickly caught up and kept talking.
He frowned slightly and looked forward with no special expression.
He became the aloof, ruthless and desireless priest she had been when she first arrived in the capital.
But what does that have to do with her?
She didn't know the true feelings, but she still felt unfair.
Knowing the true feelings, she let go.
Mu Yunhan returned to his seat and knelt down, his expression solemn and appropriately sad. When someone saluted, he returned the salute, and every move was meticulous.
The Gu family members quickly finished paying their condolences, leaving Murong kneeling in front of the deceased.
Mu Yunhan thought she would cry to death, but he didn't expect that she would just cry silently, and even her movements would be very small.
Mu Yunhan understood that this was to protect the fetus.
Suddenly I heard Master Mu Er say: "Priest, brother-in-law, please sit down again, I've prepared a table behind me..."
Murong suddenly got up, turned around and ran outside: "Yi Lan..."
However, Gu Yilan had already walked away, leaving her with only a sharp and thin figure.
Murong held the door and knelt on the ground, crying sadly.
Mr. Gu said calmly: "Mrs. Ninth is too sad, which is not good for raising a baby. Send her back home to rest."
"I won't go...I won't go...Dad, please open your eyes and look at me..." Murong cried, "Mother, where are you..."
It was very strange that Mrs. Mu never showed up.
Mu Zixin and his wife came, but they turned a blind eye to Murong from beginning to end.
Mu Yao didn't come either. Mrs. Mu Da explained naggingly: "This child has been keeping vigil since she took her grandfather home. She stayed there for a day and a night without eating or drinking anything. She couldn't bear it anymore..."
Old Mrs. Gu said: "He is a good boy."
But he didn't mention anything else and asked instead: "If you need our help, just ask, you're welcome."
Mu Zixin's eyes lit up and he said quickly: "My dear old man, I have an old disease that is not conducive to traveling far..."
After listening quietly, Mr. Gu said slowly and calmly: "My dear nephew, it's not that I won't help you, but that your Majesty is in anger. Whoever intercedes for you will be in trouble. Well, you go first, and when the opportunity is right,
I will plead with Your Majesty."
Mu Zixin and his wife's faces suddenly collapsed.
Mr. Gu nodded: "Send hello to your mother for me."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Murong came over: "Brother, sister-in-law, second brother, second sister-in-law, please help me..."
The whole family pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Mrs. Gu frowned: "You are really ignorant. Someone, please send Mrs. Ninth back. Be careful not to cause her to have fetal contractions."
The two maids stepped forward, supported Murong on the left and right, and pinched her gently.
Murong made no sound and fell down softly, letting the two of them take her away.
Mrs. Gu smiled nonchalantly: "The ninth younger siblings are usually squeamish, but they are even more squeamish when they are pregnant." (To be continued)