Wei Xiyin thought for a moment and ordered, "Send someone from Mingjingtang to settle these people. As for the Zhongshan soldiers, keep an eye on them and take them to the camp to change into clean clothes. We'll come back to question them later."
"yes!"
After Wei Xiyin finished her work outside, she walked towards the fort. She was still thinking about the group of tribesmen who had returned.
So far, they have never left Yizhou. Wei Xiyin wants to ask if her relatives know what is happening outside. Her parents, her brother...
The four-bedroom house is very close to the old house.
When she arrived at the fourth room's mansion, white lanterns were already hung at the door and the yard was filled with crying.
Wei Xiyin was stunned on the spot.
Many tribesmen who received the news also hurried over.
The servants standing at the door began to distribute mourning cloth to the clansmen who came. Soon, many servants came to help clean the four courtyards and set up the mourning hall.
Looking at the scene in front of me.
Wei Xiyin understood immediately.
My fourth great aunt...didn't make it after all.
She felt powerless and had a sense of desolation in her heart. She had already returned to her hometown and was safe.
Why couldn't I make it through?
The servant at the door handed her a piece of mourning cloth.
Wei Xiyin silently reached out to take it. She turned around and told a servant, "Go outside and call Erlang back."
The servant responded and ran outside quickly.
Wei Ji and Wei Zhongxun were standing in the yard, watching the servants set up the mourning hall step by step.
Too many people in the Wei family have died this year.
With the help of the servants, Wei Xiyin tied the mourning cloth and stepped into the yard.
Five-year-old Wei Guqiu was taken by several female relatives and knelt in the mourning hall. She was neither crying nor making a fuss. She stared blankly at the coffin being carried in, and ignored the comforting voices of the elders around her.
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