Qing'an finally breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly, "Yes!"
The coffin was brought into the yard. Qing'an was about to ask two servants to carry the body, but Xie Xianyu personally picked up the charred corpse.
Qing'an's scalp tingled and he subconsciously took two steps back to stay away from him.
Xie Xianyu placed the body in the coffin. The servant immediately closed the coffin lid, tied a rope, and four people lifted the coffin up.
"Sir, how about setting up the mourning hall at a farm outside the city?" Qing'an asked.
After all, Xu Wanruo was not a member of the Xie family, so it was certainly inappropriate for her to set up a mourning hall at the Xie family. However, the Xie family had many manors and villas, so it would be appropriate to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to set up a mourning hall.
"No need, set up a pine and crane garden."
Qing'an's pupils suddenly shrank: "Ah? This, this, this is inappropriate."
Not to mention that Miss Xu has not been taken in yet. Even if she was taken in, she would only be a concubine. There is no reason for the mansion to set up a mourning hall for her when she dies, let alone set up a Songhe Garden!
Xie Xianyu's gloomy eyes swept over him, and Qing'an shuddered with fear. He hurriedly said, "I'll do it right away."
The coffin was carried to Songhe Garden, and Cuizhu immediately arranged for the mourning hall to be set up. The main hall was hung with white silk, an incense table was set up, and the coffin was placed in the middle.
Xie Xianyu changed into a plain white robe and sat on a mat to burn paper for her. He threw piles of yellow paper into the brazier. Even though the flames were blazing, they could not reflect any of the spirit in his eyes. He looked like a withered lotus.
The servants stood guard outside, and no one dared to enter the hall to disturb him. From day to night, he just stood guard inside, alone, and saw no one.
As the night deepened, his eyes were red from staying up all night. He sat on the ground, leaning against the coffin, his voice slightly hoarse, "If I had known this day would come, I should have been more kind to you."
"Wanwan, have you ever blamed me?"
He curled his lips and chuckled lightly, "You probably didn't even think of me. Xu Shujin died, and you committed suicide. Then what am I? Before you set the fire, you didn't even think of me, did you?"
His heart ached unbearably, he could barely breathe, and he covered his face with his hands: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone to Qizhou. If I hadn't gone, I would never have let you die."
The night was bleak and empty without any echo. Regret, complaints, unwillingness and anger were all swallowed up by the darkness. She would no longer respond to him.
After seven days of keeping the body, the day of burial finally arrived. Xie Xianyu had been keeping vigil for seven days and had lost a lot of weight. The man who always liked cleanliness had blue stubble growing on his chin, and his white clothes were wrinkled, but he didn't care at all.
"Sir, where do you want to choose for burial?" Qing'an asked in a low voice.
Xie Xianyu was silent for a long time before he spoke slowly, "Let's go to Huaiyu Mountain."
Qing'an breathed a sigh of relief. The young master hadn't said that he wanted to bury her in the Xie family's ancestral tomb. Setting up a private mourning hall could still suppress it, but if he wanted to move her to the ancestral tomb, the Xie family would really be in an uproar.
Xie Xianyu, however, had never considered letting her enter the Xie family's ancestral tomb. What good was it to be hanging out with a bunch of old stubborn people? She would still be despised and ostracized, and she wouldn't be able to rest in peace even after her death.
He knew that she couldn't stand such restraint.
Huaiyu Mountain is beautiful with its mountains and rivers, and has a beautiful scenery. We chose this precious place to bury her. After a few years, when he dies, he will be buried there too.
The coffin was lifted up, and Cuizhu and others scattered white paper along the way and sent the coffin to Huaiyu Mountain.
On Huaiyu Mountain, a gentle breeze blew, spring was in full bloom, and white papers filled the sky. Xie Xianyu stood in front of the grave pit, watching the coffin being placed in the pit. Qing'an and others took shovels and buried the coffin one shovel at a time. His heart seemed to be gradually suppressed by the yellow earth, making him feel suffocated.
It was not until the yellow earth completely buried the coffin that he seemed to have a little real feeling that she was really gone.
Xie Xianyu closed his eyes in despair, hiding his red pupils, but a tear still rolled down uncontrollably from the corner of his eye, and the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.
Xie Xianyu claimed to be ill and did not show up for a full half month. Outsiders had many different opinions and speculations, but the eldest lady suppressed the news and did not allow anyone to spread gossip. The Xie family was filled with dead silence and no one dared to act rashly.
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"Girl, we're in Qingzhou!" Su Yue shouted in surprise.
Wanruo lifted the car curtain and stuck her head out. When she looked up, she saw the gray city wall with the words "Qingzhou" hanging high on it.
Her eyes lit up: "Is this Qingzhou?"
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