Song Qinghuan indeed looked haggard, and his mind seemed to be in a state of confusion at the moment. Hearing this, he thought it was about the Wei family coming to Beijing.
He nodded and said, "I understand."
Xiao Ci also thought that she really knew it, and while going to the bathroom to wash up, he said: "The Wei family has gone to various places to report the funeral. They are planning to stay in Beijing for three days and then carry the spirit back to Lizhou. I know you
I feel bad, so you clean up and I will accompany you to the Wei family to mourn."
Song Qinghuan was originally going to accompany Qin Ziheng into the bathroom, but suddenly he stopped and realized what he was doing. He grabbed Qin Ziheng and said, "Who is dead in the Wei family?"
Qin Ziheng raised his eyebrows, and seeing that Song Qinghuan didn't look like he was faking it, he knew that she probably didn't know about the Wei family in Wujin Lane.
He paused and frowned for a while, then sighed softly: "Your sister Yunwei died in the middle of the night last night."
Seeing that Song Qinghuan's expression changed drastically and her little face turned pale, he hurriedly supported her and then said: "I asked someone to deliver a letter to Liujian, didn't he tell you?"
Song Qinghuan's lips turned white, and she felt a turbid air in her chest. She asked Xiao Ci to help her sit on the chair, and it took a while to catch her breath.
"I asked Liu Jian to inquire about the news, but he didn't come back all night."
Song Qinghuan's words were choked up, and her eyes were so swollen that she didn't even shed a single tear.
She asked Xiao Ci: "It was fine a few days ago, but do you know why it disappeared?"
Xiao Ci really didn't know about this. Hearing this, he shook his head: "It's still unknown."
Knowing that Song Qinghuan was feeling uncomfortable, he held her in his arms, patted her a few times and comforted her, saying, "People have to go through life, old age, illness and death. Maybe this is a relief for her."
Song Qinghuan shed tears then, leaned on Xiao Ci's chest and cried loudly, saying vaguely: "I originally wanted to save her from the fire and water, but she didn't wait until this day..."
Song Qinghuan cried a lot, and then the turbid anger in her heart dissipated. With Xiao Ci, she also told the story about Hongyang bringing Brother Xu to seek refuge with her yesterday.
Then he added: "I was originally thinking that I would keep an eye on her for a few days, wait until this matter is over, and then return Brother Xu to her, but who would have thought..."
Xiao Ci frowned tightly, pursed his lips and said nothing.
But she sighed in her heart, Zhang Yunwei's death was not God's will, maybe it was to cover Hong Yang's escape with Brother Xu, and then...
Thinking like this in her heart, she didn't say a word. She patted Song Qinghuan a few times, hesitated, and then said: "Being a mother is mostly done with good intentions. Since Brother Xu is in our house, just follow her."
My last wish is to protect the child for her."
Xiao Ci persuaded her a few words, and Song Qinghuan shed her tears. No matter how sad she was, she still had to face this matter.
Knowing that Xiao Ci had not rested all night, he took advantage of this moment to ask him to wash up and lie down for a while, and then went to fetch Hong Yang.
Song Qinghuan told Hongyang about Zhang Yunwei's disappearance. Seeing that she was biting her mouth and wanting to cry but not daring to cry, she then said again: "Sister Yunwei only has Brother Xu to worry about now, and you are
The person she trusts the most must stand firm."
Hong Yang knew it, she covered her lips for a long time and didn't dare to say anything, she just nodded.
Song Qinghuan said again: "Brother Xu will definitely not be able to send Sister Yunwei on her last journey this time, but this matter cannot be hidden for the rest of her life. When you have time, tell him the whole story when you have time, and let him know for himself."
That’s all."
Brother Xu is younger than Xiao Jing, so a child as old as him shouldn't know about such dirty things in the family.
But now that Zhang Yunwei has gone, Hong Yang and Bai Xiang are nothing more than slaves no matter how loyal they are. There is no one in the Wei family who can protect him. If he is unsure, he will follow Zhang Yunwei's last wish and take care of Brother Xu for her.
Son, if Brother Xu insists on going back, then no matter how much she does, it will be in vain.
Hongyang also understood this truth and couldn't hold it back. She whimpered twice and then responded: "Don't worry, Princess, I will make it clear to you."
After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed again: "Excuse me, Princess."
Hongyang cried and Song Qinghuan couldn't help but cry. Taxue, who was nearby and saw that it was not going to happen, persuaded Hongyang to go down, and he and Xunmei persuaded Song Qinghuan to stop.
Knowing that Song Qinghuan would go with Xiao Ci to the Wei family's house in Wujin Lane to mourn, he took out his plain clothes and helped Song Qinghuan freshen up.
Xiao Ci squinted for a while and stood up. Song Qinghuan had already packed everything, including the things to go to the Wei family in Wujin Lane to mourn.
Only one pair of eyes were bright red, and even the makeup on his face could not hide the haggard look.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Ci felt distressed, but if something like this happened, she could only ask her to look away.
A carriage was prepared in the stable, and the two children stayed at the house. Xiao Ci had no choice but to accompany Song Qinghuan to Wujin Lane.
Most of the people of this generation in Wujin Lane are literati. From a long distance away, you can see the white lanterns and white sails hanging in front of Wei's house.
Song Qinghuan picked up the curtain and took a look, and felt very uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but think of the old times, and he hated the Wei family and the Zhang family even more.
He was a good person, he was still so young, and he left just like that.
If the Wei family hadn't been so shameless that she couldn't breathe, and if the Zhang family hadn't pushed her even more instead of pulling her in, why would she have been like this? She might have lived for decades longer.
But now...
Song Qinghuan never dreamed that the farewell on the second day of the Lunar New Year would be a farewell forever.
The Wei family did not report the funeral to Prince Rui's Mansion. Prince Rui and his wife came hand in hand, but they could not drive them out.
The boy, carrying linen around his waist, led the two of them into the mourning hall.
The mourning hall filled with white sails and candles and a black coffin made Song Qinghuan feel very depressed.
A woman asked her maids to support her and sit in front of the soul, crying until she had runny noses and tears, as if her son had died.
Song Qinghuan had never met her, but he guessed that Xu was Wei Xiuming's mother.
I couldn't help but sneer in my heart, who could show such pretentiousness?
Looking around, he saw Cheng Enbo's wife Yu, together with several of her daughters-in-law, crying heartbrokenly beside them.
However, Wei Xiuming, who should be in the mourning hall most of all, was nowhere to be seen.
Song Qinghuan took the incense stick handed over by the little maid, endured the discomfort while looking at the words on the tablet, placed it a few times, and then put the incense stick on the incense burner herself.
He opened his mouth and said, "I met Sister Yunwei once. She left but I didn't even see her for the last time. I knew I shouldn't have left before, so I had to wait to see her no matter what."
Wei's mother then raised her head, took one look at Song Qinghuan, wiped away her tears and said, "It's all fate, it's all fate. This child is usually the most filial and well-behaved. He's gone like this. It's all fate."
Seeing her answer, Song Qinghuan said again: "Auntie, I want to see Sister Yunwei's remains again.
