Chapter 3 First Meeting

Song Yanxi had already made up her mind that she wanted to marry someone else!

And she has to marry a powerful man who can compete with the Anguo Mansion behind Lin Tingfeng and Zhuang Shihan, so that she can protect her mother and younger brother, and protect the Yan family.

Yan Qing's eyes showed a hint of shock. "Xi'er, you and Lin Tingfeng haven't consummated your marriage yet. If you don't want to keep him company, then mother can take you home. But why are you talking about marrying someone else now? When... you already have someone you like?"

Yan Qing asked the last few words with some difficulty.

After all, Lin Tingfeng went to the battlefield on the day of his wedding. Now that Lin Tingfeng's body is still warm, if his daughter has a lover, it can only mean that his daughter...

Song Yanxi actually already had someone in mind to marry.

But there's no need to tell my mother about this yet.

She shook her head. "Not really. It's just that my daughter is a new widow and her father will definitely be unhappy. I don't want to make things difficult for my mother, so I will definitely find someone to marry."

Yan Qing's expression changed. "Don't worry about your father. My daughter can go home if she wants to. He has no right to interfere!"

Song Yanxi was moved and hugged Yan Qing, "Mother is still the best."

Song Yanxi acted coquettishly in her mother's arms for a while, and then asked Song Xubai to take good care of her mother and wait for her to come home.

Although Song Xubai is only fifteen years old now, he is already very mature and sensible.

"Sister, don't worry. Brother will not only take good care of mother, but will also be your support and backup."

Song Yanxi looked at the face of the young man Lang Qingjun, and thought of how he had his head chopped off by Lin Tingfeng in his previous life. The sadness and hatred in her heart could hardly be suppressed.

With tears in her eyes, she nodded repeatedly, "Okay, our Xubai has grown up."

After seeing off her mother and brother, Song Yanxi returned to the mourning hall with red and swollen eyes.

The funeral proceeded in an orderly manner.

By the day of the funeral, Song Yanxi had lost a lot of weight. The mourning clothes she wore made her figure look even thinner and her face look haggard.

It looked as if it would fall down with a gust of wind.

Song Yanxi carried the coffin to the funeral. As soon as she left the house, Mrs. Lin, who had been crying bitterly, stopped crying.

Looking at her back coldly, he said, "Taohua, have you remembered your master's instructions?"

Taohua's ordinary little round face showed a hint of cruelty. "Old Madam, don't worry. The Second Madam and the General have a deep bond. The General is being buried today. The Second Madam is heartbroken and will definitely follow the General!"

The general has issued a death order. If Song does not commit suicide today, he will let her help him commit suicide.

In short, we must not let Song return to the general's mansion today.

"Then let's do it!" Old Madam Lin nodded slightly.

Taohua quickly caught up with the funeral procession.

Watching the coffin fall into the grave pit little by little, Song Yanxi not only cried until her eyes were red and swollen, but she even almost fainted several times.

Zhuzhi and Zhuguo supported her and couldn't help wiping their tears silently.

Taohua followed behind Song Yanxi, tears streaming down her face. "God is jealous of talented people, God is blind. Why did he take the general away? Wuuwuwu... Before the general left for the battle, he told his wife to wait for him to return victorious, and he would stay with her in the mansion and stay with her until the end of her life. Wuuwuwu..."

Peach Blossom cried sadly.

Song Yanxi shed tears silently, but a chill rose in her heart.

In the previous life, Taohua's words were the last straw that broke the camel's back.

But now thinking about it, it seems a bit strange.

Lin Tingfeng went to the battlefield on the day of their wedding, and they had only met a few times. It was not the case that she had any deep feelings for Lin Tingfeng.

How could I have been so bewitched by a few words from peach blossoms in my previous life that I even gave up my own life?

She now clearly remembered that every time Taohua described the deep friendship between her and Lin Tingfeng in her previous life, she would feel as if she had really experienced it, and she would develop many unprecedented emotions towards Lin Tingfeng.

As Song Yanxi was thinking, a faint fragrance drifted in the air.

Her heart ached, and the image of Lin Tingfeng in his bright red wedding gown on the wedding day appeared before her eyes.

Her eyes darkened slightly as she looked at the eternal lamp burning in front of Lin Tingfeng Mausoleum. The rising smoke carried a strange fragrance.

Phantom fragrance!

No wonder she was like that in her previous life. It was because Taohua used this thing on her when she was not prepared.

In her previous life, Taohua had always been the one to take care of the lights for her, so it was so easy for her to add this kind of thing into her candles.

In this life, she transferred Taohua to the mourning hall to help on the grounds of lack of manpower, which prevented Taohua from getting the chance to succeed.

When the tomb door closed, there was another burst of miserable crying.

When everything was settled, Song Yanxi was still kneeling in front of the grave with tears in her eyes.

Zhou couldn't bear to watch it any longer. She wiped her eyes and stepped forward, "Sister-in-law, the dead cannot be resurrected. Please accept my condolences. We should go back."

Song Yanxi looked at Zhou and smiled brightly, "Sister-in-law, you guys go first. I want to stay here with Tingfeng for a while."

Zhou wiped her eyes again and put a cloak on Song Yanxi herself. "It's windy here, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Zhuzhi, Zhuguo, take good care of your wife." Zhou gave the order and then followed the crowd.

Taohua's eyes flashed, and she cried even more sadly. She was about to kneel down and say something to Song Yanxi.

Song Yanxi spoke first: "Zhuzhi, Zhuguo, Taohua, you should also leave first. I want to be alone with the general for a while."

"Girl..." Zhuzhi and Zhuguo spoke at the same time with some concern.

"Go away! Don't you even listen to what the girl says?" Song Yanxi's small face, which was as big as a palm, was already a little angry.

"Yes." Taohua's eyes flickered slightly, hiding the joy in her eyes.

During this time, Song Yanxi had transferred her to the funeral hall to help, and she hadn't had the chance to use the magic fragrance on Song Yanxi until today...

She originally thought that the dosage was not enough to make Song Yanxi fall deeply in love with her master and commit suicide for her master.

Unexpectedly, Song Yanxi herself is a sentimental person.

The bamboo branches and bamboo fruits retreated with the peach blossoms, looking back every few steps.

In front of the quiet mausoleum, only Song Yanxi was left.

There was no trace of sadness in Song Yanxi's eyes, only a coldness. She immediately extinguished the eternal lamp in front of the tomb.

"Sir, it's time to come out."

"She even extinguished her husband's eternal lamp. Madam is so cruel."

Along with the sound of rolling wheels, the man's lazy and clear voice came into my ears.

Song Yanxi turned around and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a dark black brocade robe embroidered with gold thread and dark patterns.

Even when he was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket draped over his legs, it couldn't hide the noble aura around him.

Song Yanxi's heart trembled slightly.

She had long noticed that someone was watching her secretly, and thought it was Lin Tingfeng's rival, but she didn't expect it to be him.

She bowed politely and said, "My humble servant pays respect to His Majesty Prince Jin."