Sima Qing didn't come back from the government office until the evening, but Madam Wen couldn't wait any longer and passed away in the afternoon. Miao brought people to change Madam Wen's burial clothes and asked people to buy a coffin, saying that the weather was hot and the body couldn't stand being kept for a long time and had to be buried as soon as possible.
Sima Lian had fainted from crying several times while lying on Madam Wen's cold body. After waking up, she couldn't help crying again. She looked so heartbroken, as if the sky was about to fall.
Mingyu stood behind Miao. It was her first time to visit Madam Wen's courtyard. The naked Madam Wen was covered from head to toe with a white cloth. Her skinny figure beneath the cloth was frightening. The furniture in the room was quite old. Thinking of Madam Wen's humble and flattering appearance, Mingyu felt sad.
A few days ago, Madam Wen went to see the Madam, and when she came out she was crying with her face covered. She must have been extremely anxious about Sima Lian's marriage. She mustered up the courage to ask the Madam for help, but was severely reprimanded by Miao. She was so worried and frightened that she couldn't bear it. In addition, she has always been weak and sickly, and now she is almost exhausted.
"Aunt, let's go." Luo covered her nose with a handkerchief with a look of disgust, leaned close to Miao and whispered, "It's so unlucky to be so close to a dead person!"
Miao ordered a few maids to keep vigil here, and then took Luo Lingxiu and Mingyu out. When leaving the courtyard gate, Mingyu couldn't help but look back and saw Sima Lian fainted again. The maids who were keeping vigil hurriedly pinched her philtrum and tiger's mouth.
When Marquis Sima Qing came back, he heard about Madam Wen's death. He was surprised and sad. Madam Wen was honest, humble and submissive, which made him like her. However, Madam Wen was old and ugly, and he had not visited her for a long time. Speaking of Madam Wen, his impression was always when she had just given birth to Sister Lian.
Sima Lian's eyes were swollen from crying. She threw herself into his arms in grief and cried loudly: "Father, my aunt is gone! She wanted to see you before she left! But she didn't wait for you..." Sima Qing's guilt was immediately aroused. He hugged his daughter and coaxed her softly for a long time. He gently stroked his daughter's back and felt his daughter's frail body. Sima Qing was very moved. He had always felt that Sima Lian was a concubine's daughter. He only had eyes for his two legitimate sons and ignored his daughter. He really wronged Sister Lian.
Aunt Yu also came out with the help of the maid. She was wearing a plain white double-breasted shirt. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears and there were traces of tears on her cheeks. She held the handkerchief and said, "I just found out that Sister Wen passed away, but I didn't go to see her off for the last time. I heard that when Sister Wen passed away, the eldest lady was the only relative by her side. It's really..." As she spoke, Aunt Yu choked with sobs and became speechless.
Mingyu opened her mouth slightly and looked at Sima Qing subconsciously.
As expected, Sima Qing frowned and looked at Miao who was sitting beside him. He asked with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone, "Madam Wen was sick, didn't you go to see her?"
Miao glared at Aunt Yu angrily. This vixen must have done it on purpose! "How could I know she was so seriously ill? We have already called a doctor. Besides, your two aunts have a serious illness every three days and a minor illness every two days. Who can tell whether it is a real illness or a fake one?" After saying that, Miao looked at Aunt Yu meaningfully.
Aunt Yu immediately shrank back two steps as if she was frightened.
Sima Qing had a headache. Looking at Miao who was even angrier than himself, he sighed, hugged Sima Lian who was crying in his arms and said, "Okay, okay, I was just asking, why are you so angry? Let's not talk about this. The dead are the most important. Madam Wen's funeral is the most important thing now."
Miao was still dissatisfied. Why did he think of her as the principal wife when he was about to work? Why did he go to Yu Yi Niang when he was being affectionate? However, it was not good to quarrel with the Marquis in front of so many people. Miao said reluctantly: "The shroud and coffin are ready, and the grave has been selected. We are waiting for you to come back and decide."
Sima Qing was too lazy to care about these trivial matters. He waved his hand and said, "Just take care of these things." He patted Sima Lian, who was crying so hard, and said to Miao in a deep voice, "Sister Lian will stay at your place for the next few days. Please try to persuade her."
Miao had always disliked this delicate concubine, but as the wife, she had no choice but to do the job. Just as she was about to agree, she saw Sima Lian suddenly raise her head, her face full of tears, and shook her head, saying, "No, I won't go to the wife!"
Miao's face immediately became gloomy and terrible. Whether she was willing to take over Sima Lian was one thing, but Sima Lian's unwillingness to go to her was a loss of face for her as a wife.
"I want to keep vigil for my aunt! Please, father, let me keep vigil for my aunt!" Sima Lian continued to cry.
Miao and Sima Qing both breathed a sigh of relief. Miao spoke first, and said sympathetically, "Since Lian Jie is so filial, we, as elders, cannot stop her from fulfilling her filial duty. Let's keep vigil for two days. If you can't hold on any longer, come to my place."
After Mingyu returned to the yard, he asked Lixiang and found out that when the elders passed away, the younger generation had to keep vigil for the elders for at least seven days. Day and night, except for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, they had to kneel in front of the deceased elders' coffins and cry to show respect. If the elders of a large family passed away, according to the rules, they had to keep vigil for 49 days.
If you are weak, you might get seriously ill after the wake, and your family might have to continue with the funeral...
The one who died in the Sima family was a concubine, and the weather was hot, so the body could not be kept for a long time, so they sent servants and Sima Lian to guard it for a few days as a token of their consideration.
When Mingyu saw Sima Lian again, it was after Madam Wen was buried. Sima Lian followed Madam Yu to pay respects to Miao. The little girl was in a trance, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was dull, she was thinner than before, and her clothes felt a little loose.
For Sima Lian, the only person who cared for her and was devoted to her was gone, and she had lost her support. Mingyu felt a little reluctant, but then she realized that she was not much better. Looking at the entire mansion, apart from the old lady who was willing to say a few words for her, who else was willing to stand up for her
Thinking of this, Mingyu somehow recalled the face of that fool Bao Erye. Mingyu quickly shook her head. What else could that fool do except bring bad luck to her
"What are you doing?" Luo Lingxiu, who was standing next to Mingyu, shouted in a low voice, "You are standing like a fool. What a disgrace!"
Mingyu glanced at Luo Lingxiu. Now she was imitating Miao more and more. However, Miao was Mingyu's legitimate mother-in-law. Her status was there. If she wanted to scold Mingyu, no matter if she was right or wrong, Mingyu could not say anything and could only endure it. If Luo wanted to scold her, she had to consider her own weight first.
"Sister-in-law, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked." Mingyu replied in a low voice, imitating the tone of Master Bao in Furong Garden that day, putting the emphasis on "sister-in-law" and smiling meaningfully.
Luo Lingxiu's face changed drastically, and she screamed, "You, what did you say?"
Miao, who was sitting in the main seat, heard Luo Lingxiu's voice, frowned and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Luo Lingxiu looked at Mingyu with a pale face, lowered her head and said, "Nothing, I saw Mingyu was not in good spirits, so I asked her if she was sick."
Miao glanced at Mingyu who was standing there obediently, and said nothing more.
Aunt Yu kowtowed respectfully, but did not retreat as usual. She stood up and bowed her head and said, "I have something to ask of you, Madam."
Miao looked at Aunt Yu as if she owed her millions and refused to pay them back. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What's the matter? Tell me!"
Aunt Yu pulled Sima Lian, who was standing with her head bowed, over and said with a smile, "I have no children, and the eldest lady has lost her aunt. I think this may be God's will. Can I let the eldest lady stay with me in the future so that we can depend on each other for survival?"
As soon as these words were spoken, not only Miao, but even Sima Lian, who had been bowing her head and immersed in grief, raised her head in surprise and stared at the beautiful and dignified Aunt Yu with wide eyes.
Miao was worried about whether Sima Lian would have to live with her in the future. If she was not satisfied with something, she would cry all day long, as if she was a vicious mistress who bullied a little concubine. Now that Aunt Yu came to ask for help, Miao felt like she had picked up a pillow when she was sleepy.
What's more, Sima Lian is fourteen years old and will be married in a year or two. Where to marry, whom to marry and how much the dowry will be are all decided by Miao, so there is no need to worry about any trouble.
"What do you think, Sister Lian? Do you want to live with me or with Aunt Yu?" Miao asked Sima Lian symbolically.
In fact, from Mingyu's point of view, although Miao had a bad temper, she might not do anything to Sima Lian. If Sima Lian was willing to stay with Miao and carefully try to please her for a year or two, her marriage would be much smoother. When word got out that she was a concubine raised by the mistress, her in-laws would look up to her. If she was bullied in the future, Miao would help her out for both face and good reasons, considering their relationship over the past year or two. Generally speaking, it would only take one or two years to get these benefits, so it was a good deal no matter how you looked at it.
However, Sima Lian was not Mingyu. She looked back and forth. On one side was the domineering and fierce wife with a look of "keep away from strangers", and on the other side was the beautiful and gentle aunt with a kind smile. Sima Lian immediately made up her mind, "I... I am willing to follow aunt Yu." Sima Lian said in a low voice.
Miao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then she felt that Sima Lian was indeed taught by Madam Wen, who was ignorant and tactless. If she followed her, she would not be treated badly in the future. If she followed Madam Yu...
Aunt Yu smiled and pulled Sima Lian over, hugged her in her arms, tears of emotion streaming down her cheeks, she sobbed while holding her handkerchief, "What a good child!"
Miao, who was domineering and cold, had no patience with Aunt Yu's disgusting and pretentious behavior. She waved her hand and asked her to go first, and took Luo Lingxiu, Mingyu and Sima Lian to pay their respects to the old lady.
On the road, Miao walked in front alone. Luo Lingxiu quietly fell behind and walked side by side with Mingyu. She whispered to Mingyu, "What do you know?"
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