"Sister Yu, don't think like that. Life and death are determined by fate. Last night... I wasn't at home either."
She was not at Prince Chen's Mansion and missed Madam Wei's message for help. Zong Zhengchen was busy helping her to breathe and stay pregnant, so he was too busy to take care of Prince Li's affairs.
All the coincidences led to Mrs. Wei's death.
It's regrettable, but there's nothing we can do about it.
Prince Ding put his arm around Princess Ding's shoulders and patted her gently, "Wife, don't think too much. This is not your fault. Just like Xiao Ye said, life and death are decided by God."
He comforted her.
As the old saying goes, if the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, who dares to keep you alive until five o'clock?
Princess Ding lowered her head, looking very haggard and listless, but she suddenly remembered something and held Qin Ye's hand worriedly:
"Xiao Ye, Madam Wei went to many places last night, including the Imperial Palace, Prince Feng's Mansion, Prince Jue's Mansion, and Prince An's Mansion. In the end, she died outside Prince Chen's Mansion. Prince Li...will he be suspicious..."
She was worried about that.
If Prince Li had any misunderstandings about Prince Chen because of this, then it would be a blood feud that separated their lives and would not be easily resolved.
Qin Ye was also worried about this.
But now that things have come to this, we can only let things take their course and move on.
He glanced at Prince Li's back, sighed, and patted Princess Ding's hand, "You don't look very well. Go sit aside for a while. I'll go in and burn some incense."
"Um."
Qin Ye went in, and a servant reported:
"Princess Chen came to offer condolences—"
When Zong Zhengli heard this, his back stiffened slightly, then calmed down in an instant. He knelt there with a slightly hunched back, extremely peaceful, dejected, deadly quiet, silent, with his head hung, like a quiet dead person.
Qin Ye approached and saw that his face was haggard, his eyes were dim, his chin was covered with blue stubble, the blood on his chest had dried, the wind was blowing gently, his mourning clothes fluttered, and his emaciated body seemed like it would fall down at any time.
The words got stuck in my throat and I couldn't speak.
At this moment, it seemed that no matter what I said, it would be in vain.
When people experience tragedy, they will not listen to anything. Words of comfort to others are always just comfort and cannot change the status quo. They are all useless nonsense.
He pursed his lips, lit incense, and bowed three times.
Stand for a long time.
The man said in a hoarse voice, very softly:
"I have no home anymore..."
The sound was so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if covered by fog, like a lost child, lost and unable to find the way home.
That kind of helplessness, fear and despair can only be understood by experiencing it personally.
Qin Ye's throat tightened. "One never knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident."
Mrs. Wei would not have died originally.
It is reported that she had a high fever due to being caught in heavy rain, but she kept running around, and her excessive anxiety led to heart palpitations and sudden death.
It is an accidental death.
Cherish what you have now and don’t wait until you lose it to regret it.
After hearing this, Zong Zhengli just wanted to laugh.
Accident?
Is this an accident?
This was clearly a conspiracy deliberately created by Zong Zhengchen to take revenge on him. He transferred him to the imperial mausoleum, separated the mother and son, and then took action separately.
When he left home that day, he said to Wei, "Mother, wait for me to come back", but who could have known that those words would become their farewell, and that scene would become the last time that mother and son would meet each other.
This is no accident.
He sneered, his chest throbbing slightly, the wound oozing blood, but he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain, looking at Wei's tablet,
"No matter what Zong Zhengchen says, you believe him, right?"