Cold sweat dripped down Zhong Liyi's back.
The old lady couldn't stand it anymore, such an unfilial son should really be beaten to death with a stick!
"Sister, Wan Yun is fine, why are you crying?"
From a distance, Dongfang Jing, accompanied by Luqiao, came late.
"Third sister, you died so badly...you..." Zhongli Yuyan wanted to continue acting, when she heard a familiar voice behind her, her lines got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't even spit out!
Fei Cui looked back, equally astonished, "Miss San, you, how could you..."
Dongfang Jing snorted coldly, "Where did the eldest sister get the news, why do you think that the person lying in the coffin is me?!"
She was blunt, to the point!
Zhongli Yuyan opened her mouth slightly, almost speechless.
Fei Cui was so surprised that she directly asked, "The person lying in the coffin is not Miss San, who is that?!"
Zhongli Yuyan followed her back and looked at Dongfang Jing with burning eyes.
Dongfang Jing lowered her brows slightly, with a sad expression on her face, then deliberately covered her smiling mouth with a handkerchief, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister, the person lying in the coffin is an old lady! Don't you know? !"
"My mother?!" Zhongli Yuyan stared with fright, "How is it possible?! When I left, my mother was fine. How could she be lying in the coffin?!"
"This..." Dongfang Jing covered the corners of her mouth, glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Zhong Liyi and the old lady in the middle of the gate, and then fell silent.
Zhong Liyi knew that he had to give his eldest daughter an explanation, so he coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and comforted him, "Your mother died suddenly of a cold. Yu Yan, don't be too sad. Days of effort... your mother didn't suffer much."
Zhongli Yuyan was stunned.
She prepared a lot of lines, all of which were for crying about that stinky girl! But now that girl was standing in front of her alive, unscathed, and her biological father even stood up and told her that the coffin was her own mother!
No! This is impossible!
Zhongli Yuyan accepted her incompetence for a moment, slumped on the ground, and shook her head crazily, "No! That's not the case! You're lying to me! Daddy, you're still angry with me and deliberately lying to me, right?! How could my mother Will he die? My mother is very well!"
Seeing her in white clothes, Zhong Liyi thought she already knew the whole story, but unexpectedly she didn't know anything!
Zhongli Yuyan just sat on the ground paralyzed like this, she refused to move no matter who pulled her, the funeral ceremony couldn't be carried out normally at all!
Veins popped up on Zhong Liyi's forehead, and he scolded, "Nonsense! I am the prime minister of the whole country, as for pulling the whole of the prime minister's mansion and Fuguo mansion to act in order to get angry with you?! How childish! Come on, Missy is not feeling well, take her to Qiyan Pavilion to rest!"
"Yes." Two servant girls stepped forward to help.
Zhongli Yuyan stood up suddenly, pushed them away, and clung to Rong's coffin, "No! I don't want to go! I want to see my mother! I don't believe it!"
Zhong Liyi saw that she was so ignorant of etiquette, he was too lazy to talk to her, and said coldly, "Open the coffin! Let her see Yue'e for the last time, so give up!"
"Yes." The two servants stepped forward and opened the coffin lid.
What came over was a smell of rotting corpses!
Rong's body has gradually decomposed, if not for the thick powder on his face, Zhong Li Yuyan might not even recognize her!
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