Yao Wenhong looked at her eleven-year-old daughter and rubbed her head with heartache.
When Yao Wenhong lowered her eyes and saw her third brother's wife's four-year-old daughter, tears started to fall from her eyes.
How can these two beautiful girls survive in exile?
"Ling Yan, you—your fourth uncle is dead."
"impossible!?"
Xiao Lingyan looked at her mother in disbelief, tears instantly flowing out.
"I don't believe it!"
Xiao Lingyan yelled, let go of Xiao Linghui's hand, and ran to the main hall holding up her skirt.
Her fourth uncle was such a powerful and brave general. Her mother had clearly said in the morning that her fourth uncle had returned from a victorious battle. How could he be gone now?
The second sister-in-law looked at Xiao Lingyan's running back with red eyes, sighed, changed the ignorant Xiao Linghui into mourning clothes, and took her hand to walk towards the mourning hall.
My fourth brother loves these two nieces the most, so let them come along and send us off.
“Fourth Uncle!!!”
Xiao Lingyan looked at Xiao Yunzhan lying lifeless on the coffin, cried out miserably, and knelt down straight.
Her heart-wrenching cry pierced everyone's chest like a needle.
A strong sense of sorrow ran through everyone's hearts, and the mourning hall was suddenly filled with wailing.
"Cry, cry hard..."
Old Madam Xiao held the dragon-headed cane given by the late emperor and murmured.
After seeing everyone in the mansion gathered in the courtyard of the mourning hall, Old Madam Xiao picked up the dragon-headed cane and slammed it heavily on the ground.
"Bang!"
"rise!"
Madam Xiao shouted hoarsely.
The four servants immediately lifted the four corners of the coffin and walked towards the door.
“Ah~~”
Suddenly, there was a scream outside.
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