"Princess, we have to go to the Third Prince's Palace to attend the funeral today. Get up quickly!"
Xiuhe stood by the bed with her hands on her hips, looking angrily at the bulge on the bed.
Wanyue turned over in the soft quilt, revealing half of her furry head.
As for the funeral, let’s talk about it after she has had enough sleep.
Wait, participate in...what?
Whose funeral?
funeral!
Wanyue's wandering thoughts gradually came back to her senses, and she sat up with her hair in disarray.
"Xiuhe, you scared me."
I was half asleep, but your funeral filled my head.
Now she felt a chill on her back, as if something was staring at her.
It drives away sleepiness immediately and has amazing effect of refreshing your mind!
"Princess, we're going out soon, please get up quickly."
Xiuhe came over with clothes. Wanyue lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and put on her clothes while rubbing her eyes.
Because of the occasion, Xiuhe got her a dress in white tones. Wanyue rubbed her eyes and walked towards the dressing table. When she looked up, she saw a woman with disheveled hair and white clothes standing in the bronze mirror.
Wanyue: "......"
Where the hell did this Sadako come from? !
"Princess, why are you standing? Sit down and I will comb your hair."
Xiuhe reached out and pressed Wanyue's shoulder, and only then did Wanyue realize who Sadako in the mirror was.
Oh, it turned out to be her.
After patting her racing heart, Wanyue bent down and sat down. After sitting down, she reached out to pull her hair.
Xiuhe combed half of her hair and went to comb the other side. When she finished combing the other side and was about to put her hair up, she saw that the half of her hair she had just combed was pulled into a mess by Wanyue.
"Princess, what are you doing?"
Wanyue averted her eyes and fiddled with the curtain on one side. "Nothing, just comb your hair."
Xiuhe had no choice but to comb her hair again, but when she found the hairpin and looked up, her hair was messy again.
It was furry and messy, as if it had just been in a fight, it was really disgusting to look at.
Xiuhe slammed the hairpin in her hand onto the table, making a loud bang.
Wanyue blinked and quickly put her moving hands back down, looking incredibly well-behaved.
Xiuhe took a breath, picked up the comb beside her, and combed her hair again.
This time she learned her lesson and didn't let her combed hair out of her sight.
After inserting a plain jade hairpin into her bun, Xiuhe breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally got it done.
The princess was particularly lively this morning.
Wanyue bent down and put her head in front of the bronze mirror, then reached out and poked the jade hairpin on her head.
She wasn't given a gold hairpin today. Did Xiuhe finally come to her senses?
She said that the gold hairpin was so ugly, but this jade hairpin was very beautiful, simple and elegant, and it was the first choice of jewelry!
"I'm going to the Third Prince's Mansion to pay my respects later. I'm sorry to bother you with wearing this jade hairpin today."
Xiuhe touched the gold hairpin and golden step-shake in the dressing box, her eyes full of regret.
Wanyue blinked, and her mood instantly turned sour.
Glancing secretly at the dressing box on the table early in the morning, Wanyue thought to herself that she must find a chance to give this big box away!
It is placed here every day, and she feels her neck ache every time she looks at it. It’s so uncomfortable!
…
In the Third Prince's Mansion, Wanyue walked in holding Mu Qingli's hand. In front of them, Prince Ming and Feng Chen were talking to the Third Prince's wife. Their words both told the young woman not to be too sad, after all, the dead cannot be resurrected.
The third princess was wearing mourning clothes and wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, looking heartbroken.
Wanyue was attracted by the crying sound and just happened to see the embarrassed look of the Third Princess who was trying hard to blink her eyes but couldn't squeeze out a single tear.
Wanyue: "......"
Is this fake crying?
You can't squeeze out tears just by wanting to, so girl, don't make it hard on yourself.
After bidding farewell to the fake-crying Third Princess, the group walked inside, crossed the corridor, and entered the mourning hall.
Inside, two women and a little boy were kneeling on the ground crying. In front of the three of them was a table with fruits, cakes, and a transparent liquid in a cup. Wanyue guessed that it should be wine.
But these are not the most important things. What is important is that in the middle of the table full of fruits and pastries, there is a portrait.
The portrait was framed in a wooden frame and placed at an angle on the table.
Wanyue stared at the portrait for a few seconds and felt that the person in the portrait looked familiar.
It wasn't the looks, but the facial features that made Wanyue feel like she had seen him somewhere.
Her gaze moved downwards to the ear of the person in the portrait. Looking at the obvious large red dot on the other person's ear, Wanyue finally remembered where she had seen this person before.
Just yesterday, when she was having dinner at Huayu Tower, two men in black were doing business on the road below. When one of them left, Wanyue saw the red mole on his ear.
Exactly the same as the person in the portrait.
And the person who painted the portrait, you didn't even draw the face clearly, but you made the red mole on the ear so obvious, as if you were afraid that others wouldn't see it.
This is the Third Prince's Palace. The person in the portrait is the Third Prince, and she had seen this person yesterday when she was having dinner at Huayu Tower.
But isn’t the Third Prince dead?
She is now attending the funeral of the Third Prince.
Then why was she able to see the Third Prince yesterday?
Wanyue felt a chill down her spine. Wasn't this too weird?
Coming out of the mourning hall, Wanyue happened to see the Third Princess trying hard to pretend crying.
People outside say that the Third Prince and the Third Princess have a love as strong as gold and have a very good relationship.
Even though her husband was dead, the Third Princess, as his wife, could not shed a single tear and had to rely on fake crying to act like she was heartbroken.
This is not at all how a wife who loves her husband should behave.
Either the rumors about the love between the Third Prince and the Third Princess spread by outsiders are false.
Or maybe the Third Prince is not dead at all.
Of course the wife couldn't cry because her husband was not dead.
Because the emotions are not there.
As for which one it is?
Wanyue covered her mouth and yawned, then placed her wrapped hand on Feng Shiwu's shoulder.
Whether the Third Prince is dead or alive is none of her business.
She had no interest in pointing it out or exploring it.
If she had this free time, she might as well go back and eat a few more cakes.
Feng Shiwu, who was standing by, reached out and took Wanyue's hand off his shoulder. He said with a hint of blame, "Master, your hand isn't healed yet. You can't do such a dangerous thing."
As he spoke, Feng Shiwu reached out and pulled Wanyue closer to him, carefully holding Wanyue's wrapped hand in his arms.
Wanyue blinked blankly. A dangerous move? She placed her hand on his shoulder?
Is this a dangerous move?
Where is the danger?
Wanyue had many questions in her mind, and she leaned over as Feng Shiwu was holding her hand.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s dangerous or not. What’s important is the serious expression of her little guard just now. It’s so beautiful!
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