The imperial doctor looked up and saw that he had finally returned, and sighed: "I have tried my best. General, you should prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."
Fu Tingye pursed his lips and said nothing, his cold eyebrows tinged with a layer of sadness.
"Ye'er, come here."
Suddenly, Mrs. Fu seemed to have regained her consciousness. She looked at Fu Tingye and called out affectionately.
Ye'er was the nickname she gave him when she was a child. Fu Tingye was shocked. He subconsciously stepped forward and held Mrs. Fu's hand: "Mother, what else do you wish for?"
If it can be realized, I will definitely help you satisfy it.
"Mother has no wishes. You have suffered during this period. I thought about it and decided to go see your father. I won't force you, but there must be someone to inherit the Marquis Mansion. I have to leave, as long as I hope you can marry Wanmiao and your children will inherit the mantle of our Marquis, what do you think?"
Without her usual arrogance and domineering attitude, Mrs. Fu was just a pitiful old lady in her declining days.
An old lady who only plans for the interests of the Hou family wholeheartedly.
Hateful people also have pitiable qualities.
"..." The leverage in Fu Tingye's heart was a little shaken, but he couldn't say the promise.
But if she agrees, what will Hua Qingxue do
"Ye'er, please promise mother..." Mrs. Fu couldn't wait for Fu Tingye's reply for a long time, and her eyes gradually became filled with a look of disappointment.
The next moment, the palm of Fu Tingye's hand slipped away.
A gust of wind blew by, and the last yellow leaves on the branches of the sycamore trees in the yard finally fluttered down in the cold winter wind.
"Mother!" Fu Tingye called out loudly, but what returned him was eternal silence.
Mrs. Fu's face would never come to life again, she would never quarrel with him in anger, or make him feel disgusted.
"Old Madam!" The maids everywhere finally started to cry loudly.
The Hou Mansion turned white overnight.
…
Cining Palace.
The Queen Mother got up as usual at three o'clock in the morning, and as soon as she finished washing, Zi Wan came to report the news of Mrs. Hou's death.
The Queen Mother paused, thought for a moment, and nodded: "I understand, I will send a couplets to the Ai family."
"Yes." Zi Wan replied respectfully, and was about to turn around to do it, but was stopped by the Queen Mother.
"etc."
"That girl is still kneeling?" The Queen Mother seemed to think of Cheng Wanmiao.
"How could she endure such torture? She fainted as early as midnight last night. The slave asked people to lock her in a wing, waiting for you to be punished by the Queen Mother." Zi Wan replied.
The Queen Mother nodded: "Bring her over later, the Ai family wants to talk to her."
This was the first time Cheng Wanmiao had been tortured like this. After she fainted last night, she had been sleeping in a hazy state, filled with nightmares.
She dreamed that her aunt was holding a knife and wanted to kill her, blaming her for her own life. Cheng Wanmiao could only keep running away, but she couldn't escape. Her aunt would always appear unexpectedly at a corner or behind her. …
In this way, I broke out in a cold sweat all night.
The wing room arranged by Ziyuan only had a thin layer of coarse cotton quilt, which was unable to keep warm at all.
Suffering until the early morning light, Cheng Wanmiao opened her eyes and was already awake. She looked around. She quickly came to the door and stretched out her hand to pull it. Sure enough, it was locked from the outside and could not get out.
She slumped down.
Fortunately, after a while, the door opened. She looked over expectantly, but she only saw the Queen Mother's maid, an aunt named Zi Wan.
"Auntie, save me. I don't want to die. Auntie, please save me." Cheng Wanmiao rushed forward regardless of whether the other person liked or hated her, and she rashly begged for mercy.
Zi Wan glanced at her contemptuously and kicked her away: "Miss Cheng, who wants your life? Are you yelling here to disturb the Queen Mother?"
Cheng Wanmiao fell to the ground. When she heard these words, she was shocked, but she also breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that the Queen Mother did not want her life.
But...but why...
"Yes, yes, it's Wanmiao who collided. Please don't worry about it, please aunt and the Queen Mother." Cheng Wanmiao hurriedly acted as a low-key, not daring to make any mistakes.
Seeing her useless appearance, Zi Wan despised her from the bottom of her heart, but she was the one the Queen Mother wanted to use, so she was still polite to her.
"Take care of her, the Queen Mother will see her later." Zi Wan ordered the two palace maids behind her, turned around and walked away.
When the Queen Mother wanted to see her, Cheng Wanmiao did not dare to neglect her. She cooperated with the two palace maids to clean up briefly, and then went to the front hall of Cining Palace to wait.
This time, no tea was served, and no one asked her to sit down, so naturally she would never dare to sit down.
As footsteps came in from behind, Cheng Wanmiao knelt down respectfully: "Meet the Queen Mother."
Zheng Shuwen still didn't even look at her. She sat upright and said, "You don't know yet, but your aunt went there last night."
With these faint words, Cheng Wanmiao instantly lost half of her soul, and most of the blood on her face suddenly faded: "Dead...dead?"
"Yes, in this case, your accusation should be confirmed." The Queen Mother smiled softly: "Don't you always want her to die? Why... I see you disappointed?"
Cheng Wanmiao's face was so frightened that she said, "Mother... Queen Mother, spare your life. Please show mercy and spare Wanmiao."
"I'll spare you, why?" Zheng Shuwen's eyebrows were crooked, as if she was looking at a fool.
Cheng Wanmiao was stunned and raised her head blankly. When she saw Zheng Shumei's delicately made-up eyebrows, her mind went blank.
"Cheng Wanmiao is willing to do anything to repay the Queen Mother for not killing her." Cheng Wanmiao kowtowed violently. The forehead that was broken by the Queen Mother last night oozed blood again, and the bright red color stood on top of her pale and pale appearance, which was very scary.
"Okay!" Zheng Shuwen became impatient.
It is indeed a very irritating thing to decide the life and death of countless people every day when you open your eyes.
"..." Cheng Wanmiao held her breath and concentrated, not daring to say another word.
"It's okay if you want me to let you go, but..." Zheng Shuwen said this and stopped abruptly, waiting for Cheng Wanmiao's statement.
Cheng Wanmiao understood and quickly expressed gratitude: "But according to the Queen Mother's orders, Wanmiao Wanmiao will not hesitate to die."
…
Hua Qingxue didn't sleep well that night, always thinking about her own affairs. At the same time, she was also worried about Li Jingnan.
At yesterday's banquet, everyone could see the constraints the Queen Mother placed on Li Jingnan. It was impossible to say that she was not worried about him.
But as soon as she opened the door, she saw the dazzling white on the beams outside, and all the guards and servants were wearing mourning clothes, and she understood instantly.
Mrs. Fu passed away last night!
"Madam, you're awake, do you want to serve breakfast now?" Hai Shixuan was standing guard at Hua Qingxue's door, and when he saw her coming out, he approached her and asked cordially.
Hua Qingxue shook her head: "No need for now, where is the general? Can I go see him?"
I don’t know what kind of mood Fu Tingye is facing at this time.
"The general is guarding the mourning hall, and important officials from the court have come to express their condolences one after another. I think Madam... I guess it's not suitable to go there." Hai Shixuan was a little embarrassed.
The reason why the general sent Si Bing's wife to the Hou Mansion was just to protect her safety.
At this time, there are many people in the mourning hall. The appearance of Si Bing's wife will not only cause unnecessary speculation, but also pose uncertain safety risks.
"Then... Okay." Hua Qingxue hesitated. From Hai Shixuan's expression, he could feel that he was now a heavily protected person and could not appear randomly in crowded places.
"But, can I go back to another hospital?" Hua Qingxue asked another question that was very difficult for Hai Shixuan to answer.
"Can't."
"Alas." Hua Qingxue sighed faintly: "How about you tell me what I can do now and what is my range of activities?"
Haishixuan gritted his teeth and hesitated whether to tell her the truth.
"It's okay. I can bear it mentally. Just tell the truth." Hua Qingxue saw his dilemma and said understandingly.
Haishixuan's brain was a bit exhausted, and Changzi, who had been trained by the army, really couldn't hide his words.
"The scope of your activities is this yard. You can eat and sleep." The words were concise and the answer was clear.
"..." Hua Qingxue's charming smile instantly dropped, she subconsciously clenched her fingers, and the next moment, she stamped on Haishixuan's instep.
"Well!"
Haishixuan jumped with his legs crossed: "Madam, it's not me who gave the order!"
Whoever gave the order did you stamp on
Ouch, pity my feet...
After Hua Qingxue stepped on the man, she went back to her room angrily, ignoring his yelling.
…
Mrs. Fu left suddenly. Not many people in Shengjing knew about it, so the mourning hall was somewhat empty.
Fu Tingye knelt and sat aside with a sad expression.
But at the emperor's feet, there are always people with long hands and long legs, and they are well-informed.
For example, His Highness the Third Prince is one of them.
Xiao Hanchuan, dressed in elegant black clothes, came in with a memorial ceremony, attracting everyone's attention.
Several guards behind Fu Tingye wanted to move, but he stopped them: "Let's see what he wants to do."
Seeing the strangeness here, Xiao Han smiled calmly: "General, after hearing the bad news this morning, Xiao was also very sad and came here to express condolences. You won't welcome it, right?"
"The visitor is a guest. I have received His Highness the Third Highness's sincerity in mourning my mother. Thank you." Fu Tingye answered politely and distantly.
Xiao Han took the incense offered by the servant and bowed. It was over, but he had no intention of leaving.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the mourning hall became extremely subtle.
"By the way, General, I have a question from Xiao." Xiao Han folded his hands on his chest, obviously very alert, but he pretended to be relaxed: "I wonder if General knows where Si Bing's wife has gone?"
A cold light flashed across Fu Tingye's sharp eyebrows: "What are you asking for?"
Xiao Han didn't expect him to ask a question back, but he smiled a little awkwardly: "Of course I am concerned about the safety of Si Bing's wife. She is extremely valuable now, and Xiao is worried that some people with ulterior motives will kidnap her away. "
"Oh, so that's it." Fu Tingye calmed down and said, "But I don't know where she went. If His Highness the Third Prince has great powers and finds Mrs. Si Bing, don't forget to inform me."
This big tail wolf pretends to be.
Xiao Han grinded his teeth with hatred, but didn't bother much, and finally said goodbye to Fu Tingye.