The funeral that the Tong family organized for Wen Xian Gong was truly grand.
First, Princess Wenxian had already made her name known to Emperor Kangxi and the Empress Dowager, so the matter could not be handled hastily. Second, Shun'an Yan held a prominent position in the third generation of the Duke's family, and as his wife, Princess Wenxian deserved a solemn ceremony.
Upon hearing that Shun'an Yan was keeping vigil for Princess Wenxian, he fainted several times from crying.
One can't help but sigh, what a devoted lover! Ironically, this also helped to reverse the negative reputation that Longkodo had brought to the Tong family.
People generally believe that those who are deeply devoted in love can't be too bad. Especially in this era, who would go to such lengths because of their wife's death? As for Longkodo's arrogant and rampant behavior, it's likely that bad things can come from good bamboo. They understand that no one can guarantee that all their descendants will be good.
After assisting with the funeral arrangements, Yinreng said to Tong Wanyan, "Tong, the Imperial Uncle, is indeed a wise man."
Tong Wanyan waved her round fan and said, "It's just a pity about Shun Anyan. I thought that the royal arranged marriage would be a respectful one. Who knew that their love was so deep."
If it were like in history, where the Fifth Princess and her husband had a strained relationship, that would be one thing. But these two were deeply in love, and after only two years of marriage, one of them passed away. Who could bear that?
Yinreng said, "Life and death are determined by Heaven; it's all fate. Shun'an's future path is smooth, which is already excellent for him."
Yinreng still had something he hadn't said outright: Shun'an Yan was young, promising, and affectionate; in a few years, he would surely be able to marry a second wife who was of good character and family background.
Princess Wenxian will gradually fade from his memory. Perhaps when he grows old, he will remember that beautiful royal princess, whose anger and tantrums were both captivating.
Tong Wanyan saw right through his unspoken words: "Heartless and ungrateful."
Yinreng smiled and twirled the jade thumb ring on his hand: "Many men in this world are fickle, and I am no exception. Therefore, Xiao Yan must live a long and healthy life so that I can only stay by your side for the rest of my life."
"So, you're just trying to persuade me to eat less ice again?" Tong Wanyan only craves a little bit of food.
“You eat quite a lot. Even Hongsheng couldn’t stand it and secretly came to me to ask me to keep an eye on his mother.” Yinreng looked at the small white porcelain bowl with gold trim on the table.
The bowl looks clean at first glance, but you can actually tell what kind of jam it is from the remaining jam.
Feeling guilty, Tong Wanyan stopped waving her fan and kicked Yinreng aside.
“You can sleep in the study tonight! Take Hongsheng with you,” Tong Wanyan said.
Yinreng shamelessly grabbed her foot and put the socks that were placed aside on her feet.
"You've only been out of confinement for a few days, don't let your feet get cold." Yinreng truly treated her like his eldest daughter, spoiling her even more.
Tong Wanyan, used to having him serve her, said, "Look at the sun hanging outside. It's so hot that a person can get a tan in just fifteen minutes standing in the yard. How can your feet get cold in this kind of weather?"
"There are quite a few ice basins in the room. Be good, don't worry me." Yinreng pinched her cheek.
Tong Wanyan looked at her feet, now dressed in socks, and then at Yinreng's hands.
She simply turned over, lay on the couch, and took a short nap while lying on her side.
Yinreng also came to his senses. He smiled and said, "I don't mind, but you're the one who's disgusted with yourself."
"Go inside, I'll hold you and let you sleep for a while." These past few days, Yinreng has not only been busy with Princess Wenxian's funeral, but also with the political affairs that need to be handled in the court.
Tong Wanyan gave a soft hum and moved a little further in so that he could lie down.
"We can't move it any further, it has to roll down," Tong Wanyan said.
Yinreng wrapped his arms around her waist; it was soft and yielding, and felt quite nice to the touch.
"I'm holding you. If you fall, I'll cushion your fall."
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