Chapter 118 Fu Qingyin Returns to Beijing
Hao Mengye leaned close to the window of the car.
"Reporting to the commander, it's the Su family."
Fu Qingyin raised his hand, lifted the car curtain, and looked out through the gap.
"Who died in the Su family?"
Hao Mengye's voice was even lower: "It's an old slave."
He quickly recounted the story.
Fu Qingyin tilted his head to look at him: "What are you happy about?"
Hao Mengye was startled and lowered his head even more: "No, I just think this is strange, it can be called a wonder in the capital."
Fu Qingyin looked at him, smiling: "Maybe you really didn't. When you said no, you stopped. There will be no further explanation."
Hao Mengye: "..."
He lowered the curtains and the car fell silent.
Hao Mengye's breathing slowed down and he didn't dare to say another word.
The funeral procession left the city and it was already dawn.
The capital was bustling with people talking about the Su family's funeral.
There was a solemn and murderous atmosphere in front of the Zhenqiao Tower. Everyone came out to greet them without making any sound.
The carriage stopped and Fu Qingyin got out.
"Greetings, Commander!" everyone said in unison.
Fu Qingyin walked in, and Hao Mengye followed behind him.
"What has happened in the capital recently? Please record the important events and show them to me."
"yes."
Hao Mengye carried several stacks of booklets to the second floor, where Fu Qingyin was standing in front of the desk, looking at the unfolded landscape painting.
"Is this the painting she restored?"
His voice was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"That's right. This painting was..."
Fu Qingyin waved his hand, stared at the painting for a while, and said slowly: "This painting is of great importance. Not only did she look at it, she also restored it."
He paused for a moment, Hao Mengye's heart skipped a beat, and he clasped his hands and said, "Commander, she doesn't know what this painting is. It was my subordinates who asked her to repair it, not her..."
Fu Qingyin glanced over with narrow eyes. Hao Mengye lowered his head, pursed his lips, and continued: "She was the one who saved you in the beginning, and that's why I took care of her a little bit."
"I remember I once asked you to help her three times, and repay her favor."
Hao Mengye's throat choked. Indeed, he had helped Yu Shengsheng more than three times.
Fu Qingyin stroked the screen gently: "You disregarded my orders and acted on your own. You will be punished."
"yes."
Fu Qingyin pointed his finger at the place where Yu Shengsheng had repaired the repair, and then spoke with great force: "Keep your eyes on her."
Hao Mengye: “…Yes.”
"Prepare the sedan chair. I need to go to the palace to see the emperor."
…
Yu Shengsheng watched Grandma Wu’s coffin being buried little by little, and her heart seemed to be covered by dust.
Nanny Zhou carefully helped her up: "Miss, please get up quickly and be careful."
Jin Baobao wiped his eyes and said, "Miss, if you continue like this, Grandma Wu will be worried."
Yu Shengsheng closed her eyes and let the last two tears dry.
"I'll go back to the Su family later. I'll go clean the mourning hall and you guys go pack up."
Yu Shengsheng held them both and said, "Last time you said you wanted to go to Jiangnan, I was willing to take you with me. No matter if you are rich or poor, you can always make your own decisions. But this time is different. I can't bring you to suffer again."
Jin Baobao's eyes widened: "Miss, are you going to abandon us?"
Yu Shengsheng smiled bitterly: "It's not that I want to abandon you, but... this is not a good place to go. I can't take you into it knowing it's a fire pit. Don't worry, I will give you all the banknotes and ensure that you will have enough food and clothing."
"I only ask that you come visit Grandma Wu's grave on the Qingming Festival."
Jin Baobao shook his head: "No, Miss, I don't want the banknotes, I want to follow you. You saved my life, I have nowhere to go."
Madam Zhou also kept crying: "That's right, young lady, you gave me the indenture, and I am yours."
Before Yu Shengsheng could say anything, Kong Dezhao rode up on his horse and held out his hand to her: "Come on, I'll take you to the manor."
Yu Shengsheng's heart was as sharp as a knife: "My Lord, I still need to go back to the Su family."
"Want to go back? What's so good about that place?" Kong Dezhao frowned.
"According to custom, I still have to clean up the funeral hall. If I don't go back, the Su family will definitely mess it up. This funeral will be in vain, and the prince's good intentions will be wasted."
"Well, then come up and I'll take you back to the Su family."
Yu Shengsheng could no longer refuse. She glanced at Nanny Zhou and Jin Baobao and nodded slightly to them. When she turned back, she concealed her determination in her eyes.
When Grandma Wu died in front of her and she was determined to make the Su family pay the price, she had already decided to take revenge at all costs, no matter what she would face in the future.
Kong Dezhao bent down, grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the horse.
His palm was wide and could easily hold her hand. The fingertips on his palm were a little rough, rubbing against the back of her hand.
It was like it was grinding against her heart, causing blood to silently seep out.
This is the path she chose, and she will continue on it no matter how difficult it is.
Kong Dezhao gathered her in front of him, laughed loudly, flicked his whip, and rode away.
Madam Zhou kept wiping away her tears: "Miss..."
Jin Baobao's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Don't cry, crying is useless."
It’s better to think of a solution.
Su Zhiyi watched Kong Dezhao taking Yu Shengsheng away in the dust, gritted her teeth and swallowed it.
Looking back at Grandma Wu’s grave, his eyes were as vicious as a scorpion.
Today's humiliation is like a blood feud, she will remember it!
One day, she will dig up this grave and whip the corpse!
This revenge must be avenged!
Kong Dezhao was in high spirits all the way. Yu Shengsheng in his arms was petite and soft, and her flying hair was fragrant and smooth, brushing against his chin and cheeks from time to time, making him feel itchy in his heart.
He seemed to be back to the afternoon of his eighth birthday, when he first got a little rabbit.
The little rabbit was white, soft, and furry, with red and bright eyes. He held it in his hands and hugged it in his arms, and he could not love it enough.
The little rabbit was very close to him and would only eat the grass he fed it and no one else would. He was proud of this for a long time.
His little rabbit recognizes him.
He thought he had long forgotten how he felt at that time, but it turned out not to be the case. He just kept it deep in his heart and couldn't bear to think about it again because he no longer raised rabbits.
Only kills rabbits.
He himself did not expect that this time when he went to Beijing, he would find another little rabbit that belonged to him.
They galloped all the way to the gate of Su's mansion. Kong Dezhao pulled the reins, sat on the horse for a while, and then dismounted.
Without saying anything to Yu Shengsheng, he just grabbed her with his arm, held her in his arms and carried her off the horse.
She was so light and small, dressed in white. She was indeed the reincarnation of his little rabbit.
Kong Dezhao's heart softened a little, and he said softly, "I'll call you little rabbit from now on, okay?"
Yu Shengsheng frowned imperceptibly and said softly, "It depends on the prince's pleasure."
Kong Dezhao smiled heartily and pulled her inside.
"Let me help you clean up."
Yu Shengsheng quickly stopped him: "Don't bother, my lord. I can do it myself."
"Okay, I'll watch you here."
Yu Shengsheng returned to the mourning hall, kowtowed three times, and silently said in her heart: "Grandma Wu, rest in peace. Shengsheng is also leaving the Su family. I will remember your words and live well."
As for how long he could live, Yu Shengsheng didn't dare to think about it.
He kowtowed, stood up, and cleaned up the mourning hall.
Kong Dezhao stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited patiently until she had almost finished packing and the other members of the Su family had returned.
Kong Dezhao couldn't hold back any longer: "Are you done packing? Let's go."
Su Yanshu couldn't help but ask, "Shengsheng, where are you going?"
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