Song Xuan did not respond to me immediately, but after a while of silence, he slowly raised his head and looked at me, his eyes appearing very slow: "Miss Yan..."

I know that he has a deep relationship with Mrs. Zhang. At this time, he must be immersed in extreme grief and it is difficult to easily withdraw. Therefore, the majestic and handsome men of ordinary days disappeared at this time. I felt a little sad when I looked at him like this, but I could only say: "Please give me a grief."

“…”

He was silent for a while, as if he understood the meaning of these three words.

He nodded softly and said, "I know, I will."

Although he did not make a big sad sound, seeing his dull and almost ignorant look still made me feel a dull pain in my heart. I took a step forward and wanted to say something to him. At this time, Pei Yuanxiu had already walked behind me. His powerful aura almost made me feel his presence immediately. When I looked back, he looked at me, and then looked at Song Xuan, who was pale and bloodless.

It was also at this time that Song Xuan seemed to have a little normal thinking. He looked up and saw Pei Yuanxiu, his eyes slightly red: "Young Master..."

Pei Yuanxiu sighed lightly and said, "Young Master Song, you cannot be resurrected when you die, don't be too sad."

Song Xuan looked at him deeply, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes, but before the tears fell, he immediately lowered his head and whispered: "Thank you, Mr.."

At this time, Song Huaiyi and the others came to invite us, and everyone walked in.

An inch of spring took away the lives of many old people and the vitality of the earth. The trunks of the flowers and branches that had already sprouted in the Song Mansion were shriveled and lifeless at this time. The white numbness wrapped around the red beams and pillars. The lanterns under the eaves emitted a cold white lifeless light, illuminating the entire mourning hall even colder.

At this time, I was somewhat grateful to the fox fur cloak that Pei Yuanxiu added to me, and reached out and pulled it a little tighter.

As soon as we walked in, the people who were mourning in the mourning hall stood up to salute. Even the servants who were originally doing things put down their work and knelt down. Pei Yuanxiu and I went over, incense to the deceased, and said some comfort to Song Huaiyi and the others.

When I turned my head, I saw a petite figure standing outside the crowd, staring at us with red eyes.

To be precise, he was staring at Pei Yuanxiu.

I still recognized it for a while before I recognized it as Song Yiyi. What's strange is that I had just seen her, and the light in the mourning hall was not dark, so I shouldn't have recognized it. After a while, I found that compared to the pretty and charming girl when she followed Mrs. Song to the palace, Song Yiyi, wearing a slaughtered shirt, seemed much more mature than before, and was a little more haggard. Her face was pale, almost the same color as the mourning clothes she was wearing. The eyes that looked wet because of crying were clearer, black and white. Although she was still a distance away, I could almost see the outline of Pei Yuanxiu's body in her eyes.

She looked a little focused, and didn't even notice that I had walked in front of her. Until I called her, "Miss Song." She trembled violently, and the figure shook in her eyes and disappeared.

She turned to look at me: "Ah, Miss Yan——"

I saw that she was obviously haggard when she met a few days ago, and said softly: "Have Miss Song been keeping her in the mourning hall these days?"

She said, "Yes. Grandma loves me very much. In this last journey, I will give her away no matter what."

"Ms. Song is so filial."

I looked back at the incense and candles on the table, and the neatly arranged fruits, everything seemed so orderly - I think when I was in Cangzhou, Old Lady Zhang was so ill that she was confused. At that time, Song Huaiyi was eager to take Cangzhou and enter the capital because of her illness. He was probably ready. After all, people were at this age and came just by day, so it was not a complete accident for them.

And Old Lady Zhang herself - when I think back on her clear eyes, perhaps this transparent old man is not completely prepared for some things.

I sighed lightly and said, "Miss Song, don't be too sad. It is a rare relief for the old man to leave so peacefully. I wonder if she has any explanation?"

Although I am here to see Mrs. Zhang off for the last trip, I also have some secret wishes in my heart.

Song Xuan passed the news to me that day. Are there any other hints today?

However, because Pei Yuanxiu was present and because Song Xuan was too sad, I didn't go to him again. However, asking Song Yiyi this question had nothing to do with clichés, I just wanted to comfort the girl sincerely.

But unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, her eyes suddenly turned red and tears almost burst out from her eyes.

I was stunned for a moment: "Ms. Song?"

"I, I--"

She looked at me and tears rolled out. She hurriedly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, but the tears still immediately wiped the originally wet handkerchief. I didn't know what happened to make her suffer like this. Fortunately, Mrs. Song next to me saw it and hurried over to comfort her: "Yiyi, don't do this. If the old lady saw it, would you be uneasy to let her go?"

Even though he said that, Song Yiyi's tears could not be stopped just by closing the floodgates. In the end, Mrs. Song asked the two maids to come and help their ladies to rest, calm down, and then turned to me and said, "Miss Yan, don't be surprised, Yiyi is too sad."

I hurriedly said, "Mrs. Young lady, don't say that, why would I blame her for this?"

Mrs. Song nodded and sighed again.

I asked, "But, did Old Mrs. Zhang explain something before leaving? Otherwise, why would Miss Yiyi feel so sad when I asked?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Mrs. Song hesitated for a moment, looked at Pei Yuanxiu, who was talking to Song Huaiyi and the others on the other side, sighed lightly, led me to the corner, and said softly: "The old lady called us all to the front of us the night before leaving. Everyone was fine, but as she was talking, she suddenly said something to Yiyi-"

"What's the matter?"

"She said that Yiyi is the most ignorant of all her grandchildren, and she is most worried."

"That's true."

"So, she wants Yiyi to keep her for three years."

“…”

I was confused when I heard this, but when I turned around and looked at the flying white banners in the mourning hall, I suddenly understood and turned around and looked at Mrs. Song with wide eyes: "What the old man means-"

Mrs. Song nodded.

I couldn't speak for a moment.

Old Mrs. Zhang said that in normal times, it was just a joke, or that letting her granddaughter guard her was also letting her share family life with her, without any other meaning; but she died of illness shortly after she finished speaking, and Song Yiyi wanted to guard her for three years, wouldn’t it be a filial piety for three years?

No wonder when I first came in, I saw that she was wearing a filial piety uniform that was more solemn than the Qi Shuai filial piety uniform on Song Xuan, which meant that she had to keep mourning for three years.

After three years of mourning, wouldn't she be in the palace?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly turned around and looked at Pei Yuanxiu. At this time, Song Huaiyi and his younger brother Song Huaian both leaned over to him and gave a big gift. Pei Yuanxiu didn't say anything, but just raised his hand to signal them that there was no need to be polite, and seemed to comfort them.

It seems that he also knows about this.

Of course, there are some people in this world who want to sharpen their heads and send their daughters into the harem to win the emperor's eyes down and get the warmth that they might have at some time. Song Huaian and the others also have this idea, but they are also very filial people and are unwilling to let the old man's last wish before his death, so they reluctantly made this choice.

No wonder Song Yiyi was so sad.

When Pei Yuanxiu held a banquet that day, I had already seen what she was thinking. I originally thought that good things were coming, but I didn't expect that things would suddenly turn so big.

A little girl’s feelings for spring are encountered in an inch of late spring. How can she not be sad?

I said, "Do you want me to comfort her?"

Mrs. Song hurriedly said, "Miss Yan doesn't have to worry. I have comforted her. Yiyi is young and has a willful attitude, and it will be fine in two days."

I think this is not a matter of willfulness.

But I didn't say much. As soon as I finished talking to her, I also finished talking there. Song Huaiyi invited us to the side hall to sit for tea, so I followed Pei Yuanxiu.

Although it was a funeral, for a powerful family like the Song family, funeral also symbolized their status and dignity. Along the way, I saw many people dressed in luxury and elegant, who came to Pei Yuan to pray for peace. It was probably rare to see him. Some people were following him all the time. Later, Song Huaiyi asked someone to stay outside the door of the side hall to isolate the disturbance of these people.

Pei Yuanxiu and I went in and sat down.

The curtains hanging around blocked the coldness of the night, and the warm tea also gave us a little lively breath. Pei Yuanxiu looked around and said to Song Huaiyi: "Are everything ready?"

Song Huaiyi was silent for a moment, and a hint of disgrace appeared on his face.

Pei Yuanxiu said: "What? Is there anything else that has not been done?"

“It’s not that I didn’t do it, but—”

Song Huaiyi hesitated for a moment, walked to Pei Yuanxiu, and said in a low voice: "There is one thing that I want to forgive my son."

"Excuse me?"
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