The chief secretary of the palace found the good doctor Zheng.

"Have you just gone to examine the princess?" the old man asked, stroking his beard.

If the princess was really ill, he would be able to deal with it if someone caught him for not going to pay his respects.

The good doctor was nodding.

"How is the princess?"

The good doctor hesitated slightly and said, "It's just that the qi and blood are weak. I'll prescribe some medicine to replenish it. Don't worry, sir."

The old chief historian silently plucked out a strand of his beard.

Qi and blood deficiency? That means you are not sick!

Seeing the expression on Changshi's face, the good doctor was busy comforting him: "You really don't have to worry, the princess is fine."

Changshi: “…”

The old man waved his hand in despair: "The good doctor is busy now."

The good doctor was leaving in a fog.

From the prince to the chief secretary, why are they all so abnormal?

The Yining Marquis' Mansion soon learned that Jiang Si did not come to offer condolences, and for a while, those who knew about it felt complicated.

Although Uncle Su understood Jiang Si's approach, he did not expect her to be so ruthless.

The person is already dead, so even for the sake of the elders' face, we should at least come and pay our respects.

As a princess, Jiang Si is considered the most prominent one among the many relatives of the Marquis of Yining. There are countless people watching her. Her aunt passed away, and the Princess of Yan, as her niece, did not come to pay her respects. What would others think?

Laughing at the Marquis Yining's mansion would be embarrassing, but I'm afraid my niece would also be accused of being impolite.

Uncle Su was somewhat worried about Jiang Si's future: his niece was so ignorant, and her glory was probably only temporary.

The mourning hall in the Yining Marquis's mansion was decorated solemnly and solemnly. Yu's two children, wearing linen clothes, knelt on one side, their eyes were already red and swollen from crying.

When Jiang Ancheng brought Jiang Yi and Jiang Zhan to pay their respects, Su Qingshuang hugged Jiang Yi and cried bitterly, and she fainted from excessive grief.

There was chaos in the mourning hall.

"Uncle, I'll accompany my cousin to the back to rest." Jiang Yi supported Su Qingshuang and said to Uncle Su.

Jiang Yi was kindhearted. Although she hated Youshi who was already lying in the coffin, she did not vent her anger on Su Qingshuang.

Uncle Su was quite relieved and thought: Compared to Jiang Si, my niece Jiang Yi is much more sensible.

"Go and persuade your cousin." Uncle Su said, and after sweeping the two concubines, he said with a sullen face, "You guys go to the back as well."

The second girl, Su Qingxue, and the third girl, Su Qingyu, hurriedly got up, holding Su Qingshuang on the left and right, and left the mourning hall.

Jiang Ancheng said to Uncle Su: "My condolences."

Uncle Su was startled and looked at Jiang Ancheng carefully. Seeing the genuine concern between his brows, a thought came to his mind: Could it be that Jiang Ancheng still doesn't know the truth about his sister's death?

Uncle Su guessed correctly, Jiang Ancheng was indeed still kept in the dark at the moment.

This was what Jiang Si and the other two had discussed after leaving Marquis Yining's Mansion that day.

My father loved my mother too deeply. If he knew the truth, he would probably not be able to bear it and would do something earth-shattering, such as breaking into Marquis Yining's mansion with a knife and hacking Youshi to death.

Since the Yining Marquis's Mansion has already tacitly agreed to ask Youshi to pay for her life, there is no need to dirty my father's hands.

After waiting for a few days, the news of You's death came.

At this point, they were worried that Jiang Ancheng would destroy the funeral hall, so Jiang Yi and Jiang Zhan decided to put it off until later.

Jiang Ancheng had endured the pain of losing his wife for many years and was heartbroken, so he felt heartbroken for his middle-aged uncle Su, who had also lost his wife. He patted his arm and comforted him.

Uncle Su couldn't help but glance at Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Zhan nodded reluctantly.

He actually had the urge to smash the mourning hall, and he was even more disgusted when he was paying homage to Mrs. You just now. However, he thought of his elder sister's repeated persuasion and had to endure it.

It was the fourth sister who was carefree and simply didn't come, which made him jealous.

Forget it. Yushi has already paid with her life. My mother’s death cannot be blamed on other people in Marquis Yining’s Mansion. The person who should be blamed is the real murderer who killed my mother - Princess Rongyang.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhan lowered his eyes to hide the murderous intent that flashed across his mind, and touched the sword at his waist.

Jiang Ancheng had no idea of ​​his son's mood, and asked Uncle Su with a sigh, "Why is it so sudden?"

Uncle Su looked sad, but his eyes were indifferent: "Acute illness."

“I can’t believe it…”

"Yeah, who could have thought of that." Uncle Su raised his hand and pressed the corner of his eyes.

Who could have imagined that Youshi killed his sister and then harmed his mother, and he actually slept with such a vicious woman for nearly twenty years!

Su Qingqun looked at Uncle Su with red eyes, the doubts in her heart grew like a snowball.

My mother was clearly in good health, how could she suddenly pass away?

It was an acute illness, but his father's grief was inexplicably not deep enough, and his grandparents seemed too calm...

At this moment, Su Qingwen heard Jiang Ancheng ask, "Is Si'er not here yet?"

Su Qingwen couldn't help but look up.

Uncle Su was startled by the question and said, "The palace sent a letter saying that the princess is not feeling well..."

Jiang Ancheng was worried when he heard this. He tilted his head and asked Jiang Zhan, "Didn't you three come to visit your grandmother a few days ago? How was your fourth sister then?"

Jiang Zhan could only make up a story: "My fourth sister didn't look very well at that time..."

Jiang Ancheng glared at Jiang Zhan and said, "Then why didn't you say anything when you went back? I should have sent someone to check on your fourth sister."

What's the use of such a son?

Jiang Zhan rolled his eyes silently.

He has an elder sister, so why is he still being scolded?

Uncle Su twitched his lips.

No wonder my niece is so willful. It turns out she is spoiled by her father.

Su Qingwen listened silently, but her mind was elsewhere: her mother passed away two days after her cousins ​​came, but her cousin did not come to pay her respects. Is there any connection between the two?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something hidden. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people watching and coming and going in the mourning hall, he would have wanted to find out the truth immediately.

Someone else came to pay his respects, and Su Qingwen suppressed his chaotic thoughts and kowtowed in return.

In the inner room, Su Qingshuang had already woken up and was sobbing softly while holding Jiang Yi's hand.

Jiang Yi sighed and advised, "Cousin, the dead cannot be resurrected, please accept your condolences."

Su Qingshuang wiped away her tears: "Cousin, I understand, but I still can't help it... I feel so sad..."

Jiang Yi reached out and took Su Qingshuang into his arms, patted her shoulder silently, but couldn't say any more words to persuade her.

To be honest, it was they who were determined to ask Youshi to pay for her life.

But she has no regrets.

Although she was not as powerful as her fourth sister, she knew that the hatred of killing her mother was irreconcilable and there was no chance of redemption. At this time, it was a bit hypocritical to comfort Su Qingshuang in every possible way for her to be sad about losing her mother.

Jiang Yi is a practical person and can only pat Su Qingshuang dryly to comfort her.

"Cousin, why didn't second cousin come?" the second girl Su Qingxue suddenly asked.

Jiang Yi glanced at Su Qingxue and said calmly, "Didn't the palace send any message?"

Su Qingxue didn't expect to run into a soft nail with Jiang Yi. She stopped talking awkwardly, but she felt greatly relieved in her heart.

Now that my stepmother is dead, I no longer have to worry about being punished by her for messing up my idiot second brother's affairs.

It's really satisfying.