Su Qingyu sat barefoot in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the extremely cold and beautiful face in the mirror, her skin still clear.
She gasped for breath, trying to calm the panic in her heart.
The nightmare just now is still flashing in my mind.
No, that wasn't a nightmare, she was sure it was something she had actually experienced.
She could even vaguely feel the lingering pain on her face.
Zhenzhu had already brought the embroidered shoes woven by Niwa and helped Su Qingyu put them on.
Then he asked, "Miss, are you feeling better? We have to go with the old lady to pay tribute to the Third Master of the Shen family. Do you want to lie down for a while?"
Su Qingyu was stunned. The funeral of the Third Master of the Shen family? That happened in the winter of the seventeenth year of Xuande.
So she went back to the 17th year of Xuande?
Doesn’t God think she is too stupid and can’t bear to watch her anymore?
Su Qingyu remained expressionless and ordered, "Change me into some plain clothes. I'll go to Songhe Hall now."
The deceased Third Master of the Shen family was Shen Zhao's uncle. He had already entered the cabinet at a young age, but on his way back to Beijing on business, he was attacked by bandits and fell into a valley, his body never to be found.
In a previous life, it was at the funeral of the Third Master of the Shen Family that the two families decided on the wedding date. Because Shen Zhao had to observe mourning, the Shen Family decided that the two should marry within 100 days, thus marrying in the midst of mourning.
According to Cheng Ruijin, she and Shen Zhao got married at today's funeral.
There was a hint of ruthlessness in Su Qingyu's eyes. Today, she would give Shen Zhao and Cheng Rujin a big gift.
Zhenzhu helped Su Qingyu choose a moon-white brocade skirt and a pure white fox fur cloak, and she only wore a warm jade hairpin on her head.
A light snow had fallen yesterday, and a layer of frost had formed on the bluestone pavement. Pearl carefully supported her young lady as they slowly walked along the winding corridor toward Songhe Hall.
There are many winter plums planted beside the corridor, and at this moment, clusters of red flowers are in full bloom.
While Su Qingyu was thinking about going to the Shen family to pay homage, she walked into Songhe Hall slowly.
After passing through the hall and arriving at the banquet room, two maids in light-colored jackets and skirts with twined branches gently lifted the curtain and bowed to her again.
After entering, walking around the eight-panel rosewood inlaid white jade screen with the design of "Four Seasons Welcoming Blessings" (Chinese Four Seasons Welcoming Blessings), you will see a lacquered Arhat bed with piled nuts placed by the window.
The fifties-old Madam Su sat on it, dressed in a dark-colored leather and silk jacket with auspicious clouds and a gold hairpin inlaid with jade. Although she was over fifty, her eyes were still deep and sharp, and when she frowned, she could unconsciously make people hold their breath.
"Grandma is well."
Just as Su Qingyu finished the greetings, she heard footsteps behind her and her cousin Cheng Ruijin walked in.
"Hello, grandma, hello, cousin."
Logically, Cheng Ruijin should call the old lady "grandmother", but the old lady took pity on her because she was helpless, so she always asked her to call her grandmother like her sisters did.
Cheng Ruijin, originally from Jiangnan, was a head shorter than Su Qingyu and spoke in a sweet, tender voice. From beneath her snow-white fur cloak, a small, palm-sized face emerged, a look of innocence and harmlessness. Anyone who saw her would want to cherish her deeply.
Su Qingyu unconsciously clenched her fists, wishing she could pull out the hairpin on her head and stab her in the face, then tear off her skin with her own hands.
But she still smiled and replied, "Hello, cousin, you look really nice today, and your makeup is gorgeous too. You can tell you've dressed up carefully."
The speaker "didn't mean it", but the listener felt a little guilty.
Cheng Ruijin forced a smile and said, "I dare not not dress up carefully when I go out with my grandmother, for fear of losing face for the Su family."
As she spoke, her hands unconsciously twisted together, she lowered her head, and her voice became smaller and smaller.
Cheng Ruijin has always been like this, expressing the humble feeling of living under someone else's roof to the extreme.
Just like now, even though the old lady was dissatisfied, she still comforted her: "It's nothing else, it's just that the plum blossom hairpin with rubies on your head doesn't fit well. Take it off."
He turned around and looked at Su Qingyu, praising her: "Qingyu's outfit and makeup are just right, solemn enough without being rude."
Cheng Ruijin also looked at Su Qingyu, biting her lower lip tightly, with tears in her eyes.
If it were in the past, Su Qingyu would definitely step forward to comfort her, but now she just glanced at her with a cold expression.
Cheng Ruijin reached out and took off the red plum hairpin, thought for a moment, and wiped the bright lip balm on her lips.
After a few more words of idle chat, the old lady saw that it was almost time, so she went to change into plain clothes.
The warm sedan chair was already waiting in the corridor. The maids carried it and took the old lady and the two young ladies to the Chuihua Gate to board the carriage.
A carriage with a green curtain and a canopy was parked outside the second gate, and the butler Su Zhong was waiting on the side.
"Madam, there are too many carriages on Suzaku Street today. Please share a carriage with the two young ladies so that you can look after each other."
The old lady nodded and said, "That's right. We are going to pay our respects sincerely, so we shouldn't be too ostentatious."
In fact, it is impossible to be high-profile.
Even though the Su family still has a title, it is still far behind the Shen family.
After the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren got on the carriage, the old lady gave Su Qingyu some more instructions.
"You must behave well today and never lose face in front of the Shen family. This marriage must not go wrong."
Su Qingyu glanced at Cheng Ruijin, whose face was tense, and said respectfully, "Yes, granddaughter will remember it."
As the carriage entered Suzaku Street, its speed dropped significantly.
Through the gap in the carriage curtains, Su Qingyu saw a bright white gate at the Shen family's gate not far away, and several masters of the Shen family were welcoming guests at the door.
Fortunately, Mr. Shen's body will be kept for 49 days, so people who want to pay their respects will not rush to come on one day, otherwise, no carriages will be able to enter Zhuque Street.
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