Fu Xiaoguan and Zhang Pei'er's engagement was kept extremely low-key.

He did not send out any invitations, but just went to Zhang's house with Yu Wendao and others in the early morning of the next day.

He brought a generous gift to the Zhang family, stayed there for a whole morning, and had lunch there.

It was not until noon that he left Zhang's house and took Zhang Pei'er with him.

Zhang Zhice seemed to be in a dream.

Mrs. Zhang didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The fifth prince of the Yu Dynasty officiated the wedding, and Earl Ding'an came to the mansion in person to get engaged. This was simply unbelievable to them.

But all this is true!

A living daughter, a living son-in-law, and the son-in-law looks no different from how he looked in Linjiang two years ago.

So, this is the blessing that my daughter has earned.

It's a pity that his son Zhang Wenhan will not be home for two or three days. Otherwise, with the support of this son-in-law, it would not be difficult to get his son to be the magistrate of Wofeng Road.

"You absolutely must not mention such a thing!" Zhang Zhice then carefully took a sip of tea to suppress his shock. "The son-in-law didn't invite anyone from Linjiang, which shows that he wants to keep a low profile. But the son-in-law brought the Fifth Prince to witness the wedding, which shows that he values ​​Pei'er very much."

Zhang Zhice paused, looked at his wife, and said seriously, "Our family is just a cloth merchant. It's good enough for Wenhan to be a county magistrate. Asking for too much will only lead to less!"

Zhang curled her lips and twisted her stiff waist. "I just said it casually... Besides, for my son-in-law, this matter is just a matter of a word, right?"

"Women's opinion!"

Zhang Zhice scolded him, picked up the teacup and thought for a while, "He...I'm afraid he will go to Wu Dynasty."

Zhang's eyes lit up, "Doesn't that mean Pei'er is the Imperial Concubine?"

She leaned over and poked Zhang Zhice, her eyes rolling. "Hey, you say... if he really becomes emperor, will our family also be royal relatives? I heard that the women of the Fu family went to the Wu Dynasty, that Mozhou. Why don't we go to the Wu Dynasty too? With an emperor's son-in-law to protect us, won't our Zhang family's business be able to grow even bigger?"

This time, Zhang Zhice did not scold Zhang. He put down the teacup, stood up, looked at the snow outside the window, and said nothing.

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Halfway up the mountain behind Xishui Lane.

This place is cold and deserted. Not to mention people, there is not even a flying bird in such heavy snow.

But when Fu Xiaoguan and his group arrived at Xu Yunqing's tomb with offerings, he frowned.

A stick of incense was burning in front of the tomb, and the paper money on the ground was still warm. There was a pair of clear footprints on the snow in front of the tomb, and even a handprint on the top of the tombstone!

Everyone in the Fu Mansion had left, so who else had come to pay tribute to Xu Yunqing?

Fu Xiaoguan turned around and looked around, but there was no one in sight, and he didn't see any footprints on the way here... The incense was only half burned, and this person had not been here for long, nor had he left for long. Who could he be?

"Do we have any other relatives in Linjiang?" Fu Xiaoguan asked. Zhang Pei'er thought for a moment and shook her head. "I heard from my father before that Fu...father-in-law came from Jinling with his family, bought land in Linjiang, and became a major landowner in Linjiang."

So the fat guy has no relatives in Linjiang at all!

My mother's family is in Jinling. Would my uncle travel so far to burn incense for my mother?

Fu Xiaoguan was silent for a moment and stopped thinking about this confusing problem.

He, Zhang Pei'er and Xu Xinyan placed all the tributes on the table. The three of them then took some incense and candles, lit them, kowtowed three times respectfully, and set a pile of yellow paper on fire.

The yellow paper burned vigorously in the snow and wind. Fu Xiaoguan threw the paper into the fire and said to himself:

"Mother, my son has grown up and has started a family now. He has... nine wives and four children..."

"Last year, when I went to Wu Dynasty, I realized that the fat man was not my father. I realized that the emperor of Wu Dynasty was my father."

"Your case is a bit complicated. It's a pity that you passed away early, and it's also a pity that... my father, the emperor, also passed away early... He was buried by an avalanche in the Great Snow Mountain. I heard he was buried in the imperial mausoleum."

"During the short time we were in Guanyun City, he and I chatted several times. He said he wanted to move your grave to the Imperial Mausoleum. It seems he truly loves you. When I return to the Wu Dynasty, I will bury you together."

"After all, Linjiang is quite far from Wu Dynasty. It's rare for me to come back to pay my respects to you even in Jinling, let alone in Wu Dynasty."

Fu Xiaoguan took a deep breath and threw the last stack of paper money in his hand into the fire.

"After all, you gave me this body, so fulfilling my filial duty is my duty. This place is really too remote and lonely. I don't know if you like the hustle and bustle... but I guess you prefer quietness."

"It's very quiet inside the imperial mausoleum. I'll burn a set of mahjong for you and the instruction manual as well. You can play mahjong to pass the time when you have nothing to do."

"Actually, I have a lot to say to you," Fu Xiaoguan stood up and slowly wiped away the snow on top of the tombstone.

"It's a pity you can't hear it... I can only keep it in my heart, but there is a poem I want to leave for you. I'll engrave it on the back of this tombstone so you can see it."

Fu Xiaoguan took out a dagger and came to the back of the tombstone. He slowly carved a poem, which was the one - "A Farewell to Cambridge"!

He said as he carved, "After thinking about it, I realized you must have seen this poem, but Fatty denies it. I can't do anything about it, but it doesn't matter anymore..."

"The fat man is very good to me. Even though he is my uncle, I still treat him as my father."

"On the contrary, that emperor dad... now that I think about it, he was very good to me. It's a pity that he passed away so quickly, otherwise... I think I would have gotten along well with him."

"Overall, I've had a pretty good time these past two years, but I've taken some detours... but I've also learned some lessons, so now I know what to do next."

"Actually, I hope the epitaph on this tombstone is true: a rebellious girl, in pursuit of true love, climbed over the wall on that snowy night and eloped with the one she loved..."

"I admire you even more now, but the truth I've learned is a bit melodramatic... Operas are all lies. The story of the prince and Cinderella is fake..."

Fu Xiaoguan carved the last word on the tombstone with his dagger. He stood up and looked at it carefully. The words were just a little ugly.

"Actually, this is what life is all about. Surviving and living on. Gone early like you... I actually miss you very much. A child without a mother is like a weed, so I think that emperor father wasn't being kind."

"Don't worry, I will protect my women and will never let any of them end up like you, nameless and without status!"

"Let's go...see you next time!"

He really left with a group of people like this.

After half an incense stick of time, a man landed from the top of the mountain behind.

This was an old man. He carefully read the poem behind the tombstone and suddenly burst into tears.

He is Cai Xi, the old manager of Yu Fu Ji and Xu Yunqing's former servant.