Chapter 100 There's no need to be so polite between you and me
Xiao Ning rode back to the Marquis' Mansion at full speed.
Seeing that there were no white silks, funeral lanterns or other items hanging in front of the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, dismounted and strode towards the mansion.
A servant trotted forward, took the horse, and said to Xiao Ning, "My Lord, please go quickly. The old marquis is still thinking of you..."
Xiao Ning's pace became faster and faster.
When we arrived at the old marquis's yard, we saw maids and servants coming and going in a hurry.
In the middle of the courtyard, the princess was directing their work.
The princess, who always wore bright red clothes, wore a light-colored dress today. A jade belt hung from her waist, holding down the hem of her skirt, allowing her to walk with ease.
Seeing Xiao Ning, he walked over quickly, his skirt fluttering and the jingling of his waist.
Coming to Xiao Ning, he saw the beads of sweat on her forehead. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it for her, but then he felt something was wrong. He raised his hand and placed it on her arm, patting it gently.
"Come in and see Grandfather..."
Xiao Ning looked at him, nodded, said thank you softly, and strode towards the main house.
The house was packed with people.
Several of her uncles, aunts, and cousins were there, some gathered around the bed, some knelt on the ground, sobbing softly.
The old lady sat by the bed, holding the old marquis's hand.
The old lady, who had always been mean and strong-willed, now had red eyes, trembling lips, and tears falling silently. She wiped her tears with a handkerchief from time to time.
The old marquis seemed to be confused at this time.
He stared blankly at the curtain, a smile on his face, as if talking to someone: "Wait a little longer... wait a little longer..."
"Aning, she hasn't come yet... I'll come after I see Aning..."
Hearing this, Xiao Ning's eyes suddenly turned red and tears welled up in his eyes.
"grandfather!"
She rushed to the old marquis's bedside and held his hand.
"Grandfather, I'm here..."
Tears fell on the old marquis's hands, and her heart felt stuffy and anxious.
It is this body that is sad. She is about to lose her grandfather who loves her.
From then on, there were no relatives in this world who truly cared about her.
"Aning..."
"Aning is here..."
The old marquis turned his head and looked towards Xiao Ning with a confused look in his eyes. "Okay... okay..."
He raised his hand and touched Xiao Ning's head, then looked into the void with a smile on his lips.
"Mom...wait...wait for me..."
"The child...is here..."
As the voice fell, the old marquis stared straight at the curtain, stretched out his hand to grab something in the air, his breathing gradually became rapid, and soon he was out of breath.
Xiao Ning shed another tear on the back of the old marquis's hand.
Loud cries were heard in the house.
"Father!"
"grandfather……"
A little maid came out and whispered to Shang Xi, "The old marquis is gone."
Shang Xi nodded when he heard this, and immediately asked someone to hang up the white silk, funeral lanterns and other items that had been prepared long ago.
For a time, the Jingyuan Marquis Mansion was filled with cries of grief.
Now Shang Xi is nominally in charge of the household affairs of the Marquis' Mansion. In addition to his unclear thoughts, he is seriously helping Xiao Ning to take care of the affairs after the death of the old Marquis.
Although it was his first time to handle a funeral, he had attended other people's funerals before. He was smart and knowledgeable, so he quickly got the hang of all the matters and managed them in an orderly manner.
Arrange someone to carry the mourning notice to each household to announce the death.
A memorial was submitted to the palace to inform them of this matter.
Set up a memorial tablet in the mourning hall.
The old marquis had been bedridden for many years, and his coffin had been prepared long ago.
The finest zelkova wood is painted with black lacquer and gold on the outside, and painted with red lacquer on the inside, and inlaid with jade disks, all of which show nobility but do not exceed the etiquette.
The old marquis's body was placed in a coffin, and his children and grandchildren knelt in the mourning hall and cried.
Shang Xi looked at Xiao Ning, whose eyes were swollen from crying and whose face was haggard, and couldn't help but feel distressed. He waved his hand and signaled the little maid to make a pot of throat-soothing soup to moisten everyone's throats.
Guests coming to pay their respects came from time to time.
Prime Minister Chen was busy with something, so Shen Zhiyi came on his father's behalf. He followed the other guests to the mourning hall and burned incense and paper for the old marquis.
According to etiquette, guests who come to pay their respects need to stay for dinner.
When Shen Zhiyi stepped out of the mourning hall, she saw Shang Xi busying around.
He was a little surprised that he would personally arrange the funeral for the old marquis.
After finishing the work at hand, his eyes would unconsciously look towards the mourning hall.
Shen Zhiyi followed Shang Xi's gaze and looked over there, just in time to see Xiao Ning returning the greetings to the mourning guests.
At this moment, Shen Zhiyi was no longer surprised.
It was simply shocking beyond words.
He had been observing Shang Xi the whole morning. As soon as Shang Xi finished his work, his eyes followed Xiao Ning. Although he was very good at pretending, his gaze looked calm and unperturbed.
But Shen Zhiyi knew him well.
If he really didn't care, he wouldn't even look at it.
Xiao Ning is a homosexual, everyone knows it, but Shang Xi...
Shen Zhiyi picked up the teacup, poured himself a full cup of tea, held it in his hand, took a big sip, and suppressed the absurd feeling in his heart.
Xiao Ning liked him before, Shen Zhiyi knew it clearly and felt deeply disgusted.
So during that spring hunt, he deliberately designed a plan to make Xiao Ning bump into Shang Xi's hands.
The original intention was to let Shang Xi teach Xiao Ning a lesson. After all, he was so arrogant and domineering that he even dared to hit the prince, let alone a mere prince.
But what he waited for was an imperial decree granting marriage.
He thought at that time that if he entered the princess's mansion, Xiao Ning might be offended.
But unexpectedly... he didn't suffer any hardship, but his temperament became strange...
What I didn’t expect was that Shang Xi... he would actually fall in love with Xiao Ning, a homosexual!
When did he fall in love with Xiao Ning? Was it that time he fell off the cliff...
Then his secret...does Xiao Ning know it?
Shen Zhiyi clenched the teacup in his hand and looked at Shang Xi. Even when the people next to him called out "Master Shen" several times, he did not respond.
The throat-soothing soup was ready. Shang Xi signaled the maid to bring it over and poured a cup for everyone.
"Please take care of yourselves, elders. I have prepared some throat-soothing soup for you all. Please drink it to moisten your throats."
After that, he poured a cup and brought it to Xiao Ning, "Drink some tea and moisten your throat. I see you've been crying all morning..."
My throat was really dry, and there was not even a drop of saliva left in my mouth from crying.
Xiao Ning took the tea and drank it in one gulp.
Shang Xi took the empty teacup, poured another one and handed it to her.
"Thank you."
Xiao Ning took the teacup and felt a little touched.
She saw everything Shang Xi did.
As a princess of a country, she possesses the unique dignity of Dayong, but she is willing to help her organize the funeral of the old marquis in the marquis's mansion.
Shang Xi's lips curled slightly when he heard this, "There's no need to be so polite between you and me."
"Besides, since we're married, these are my responsibilities."
Xiao Ning was even more moved, "Princess, how can you be so kind..."
Shang Xi reached out to take her cup, "Alright, stop joking, someone else is here to pay their respects, hurry over..."
Xiao Ning went to the mourning hall, and Shang Xi turned around, ready to continue his work, but unexpectedly met Shen Zhiyi's gaze.
Shang Xi frowned and looked at him coldly.
Shen Zhiyi, however, raised her teacup, tilted her head slightly, and smiled at him.
Then he looked away.
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