The news of Shen's death did not surprise the people in Feng Mansion. The dramas she had committed to her own death were there, and Feng Jinyuan's attitude was also there. It was just that he felt sad afterwards. He thought that taking her back from the temple was a resurgence, but he didn't expect that it was just a flash of life. To catch up with the Wilderness Chronicles, you have to be quick.
At Man Xi's words, Chen Yu, who was holding a teacup and talking to the old lady, stood up suddenly. She didn't care that the teacup had fallen over and the tea spilled all over her skirt, and ran out like crazy.
The old lady was anxious, fearing that Chenyu would be too sad and something bad would happen to her, so she quickly shouted to everyone, "Hurry up and go over to check! Don't let Chenyu run around!"
Everyone finally reacted and rushed towards Jinyuyuan.
Chenyu ran fast and arrived at the Shen family's root one step earlier. She saw at a glance that her mother, who used to be fat and plump, now looked like someone had cut off several layers of flesh. Although her body was not shriveled, it was not as bloated as before. Especially her face, her cheekbones collapsed, her nose bridge seemed to be broken, the flesh on her face was a little blue, and her eyes were staring, as if the eyeballs were about to pop out.
Shen's death was horrific, and her unwillingness was written all over her face.
But what can we do?
Chenyu staggered forward and knelt down beside Shen's bed with a plop.
She felt a little regretful. Why was she so cold and indifferent to Shen when she was locked up in Jinyuyuan? She never even looked at her. This was her mother, who gave birth to her and raised her. How could she be so annoyed with her that she let her die?
Chenyu's tears fell down, and she suddenly felt resentment and fear towards Feng Jinyuan.
Holding Shen's hand tremblingly, which had no body temperature anymore, Chenyu suddenly burst into tears, throwing away the reserve and composure she had maintained since childhood. She no longer cared about her image and clung to Shen's body, crying like a child.
The people who came later couldn't help but sigh. An raised her hand to wipe her tears, Yao also sighed secretly, and felt some sympathy for Chenyu.
The old lady was the last one to come in. She took one look and then turned to leave, saying as she walked, "Send someone to wait at the palace gate. Call Jin Yuan back as soon as the court is over. Inform housekeeper He to prepare for the funeral."
At the old lady's command, the whole mansion was mobilized.
After all, Shen was not very popular, and no one except Chen Yu would feel sad about her death. People even breathed a sigh of relief, Shen was finally gone, and the mansion could finally calm down.
However, Yao was not optimistic. She came from a big family and naturally understood that it was impossible for a mansion to be without a mistress forever. Shen's departure only meant the arrival of the next mistress, but it was unknown whether that mistress was a distant relative or a close relative.
Feng Jinyuan returned home after court. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Chenyu rushing in front of him and kneeling on the blue brick floor with a plop: "Father!" Chenyu cried so hard that her eyes were swollen. She didn't care whether she was beautiful or ugly. She just kept begging with tears: "Father, mother has passed away. Please let my brother come back to see her off for the last time!"
Feng Jinyuan had not originally intended for Feng Zihao to send Shen away, and he even sent Zihao away when he knew that Shen's death was coming. But now that Chenyu begged him like this, he didn't know what nerve twitched, and Shen's kindness to him in her hometown, her care for the old lady, and her help in helping him go to Beijing to take the exam, all came back to him.
Feng Jinyuan couldn't help but sighed, pulled Chenyu up and said, "Okay, I'll send someone to bring Zihao back right away, don't cry anymore."
Because of Shen's death, all the concubines and children of the Feng family were dressed in mourning clothes, even Jin Zhen, who was in confinement, wore mourning clothes. Han's health had never recovered, and she looked even paler in the white mourning clothes. Feng Jinyuan wanted to ask Han about her illness several times, but he felt that Shen had just died, so he had to take some taboos into consideration, and thought that Shen should not go to the backyard before the seventh day.
The mourning hall was set up in the Jinyu Courtyard. The housekeeper He Zhong was very efficient. He invited a group of people from outside who specialized in handling funerals for wealthy families. In less than an hour, they had built a proper mourning hall.
Feng Jinyuan specially invited a doctor to go through the formalities and confirm the fact of Shen's death before announcing it to the public.
No matter how Shen behaved in the mansion, she was the mistress of the Feng family after all. The old lady said, "Hold the funeral in a grand manner!" This was not to give Shen face, but to save Chenyu's face.
He Zhong brought the coffin shop staff to the door, and after asking Feng Jinyuan for instructions, he ordered the most expensive sandalwood coffin for Shen's burial.
That night, all the young people kept vigil for Shen.
After a whole day of intensive work, things finally became a little quieter when only a few servants and the young ladies and gentlemen who were keeping vigil were left in the mourning hall.
Chenyu knelt in front of the brazier and burned paper money. She was no longer as excited as she was during the day. She even touched up her makeup, and her face regained its original exquisiteness.
"Mother." Chenyu threw paper money into the brazier one by one, as if she was mumbling to herself, or as if she was talking to others: "Father said that Chenyu will always be the legitimate daughter of the Feng family. No matter what happens, no matter who will take the position of the mistress in the future, that person can only be regarded as a concubine. The children she gave birth to are step-daughters and step-sons, and cannot be compared with Chenyu." After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "Mother, you can go with peace of mind. Don't worry about Chenyu and brother. Those who harm us will not have a good end."
The mourning hall was already filled with gloom and the resentment in Chenyu's voice was so strong that it made people feel creepy.
Fendai was holding her arm up, which was a little painful to begin with. She became even angrier when she heard Chenyu say that. She stood up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Chenyu's maid Yiyue: "Where are you going, Fourth Miss? You have to keep vigil for Madam tonight. This is the old lady's order."
Fen Dai glared at her and said, "I'm going to the toilet."
Yiyue made a gesture of invitation: "Fourth Miss, please, I will accompany you."
Fen Dai was so angry that she really wanted to slap the girl away, and even wanted to scold her for being a bully. But after all, there was Feng Chenyu around, and no matter how angry she was, she didn't dare to show it at this time.
She knelt down before the coffin again and never mentioned going to the toilet again.
Chenyu finished burning the last piece of paper money, left the brazier and knelt beside it. Feng Yuheng stood up, took another handful of paper money, and started burning it from Chenyu.
"Speaking of which, the world is really unpredictable." She spoke in a low voice, talking about the Yao family in the past, "Who could have thought that a famous and prosperous family would get involved in such a lawsuit, so it is said that today's affairs will not be discussed, and tomorrow's sun will be seen, and it will be considered a new day. Just like you, mother, when Ah Heng just came back, you were so majestic, how could you have thought that you would die of a serious illness today. So, the world is unpredictable, the world is unpredictable!"
She kept repeating the unpredictable things in the world, which made Feng Chenyu's head numb. This was to remind her that the unpredictable things in the world, how Feng Yuheng was valued by the mansion in the past, and who dared to bully the Yao family in the past? In the past, the Yao family was given some face by the emperor. What about now?
So, who can guarantee that Feng Chenyu is still the legitimate daughter of the Feng family? What if a fortune-teller comes out and suddenly points at Fendai and says that she is the Phoenix?
When she thought of this, Chenyu began to feel frightened.
But on second thought, she is already fourteen years old, and will be coming of age after the New Year. I think her family has already started making plans for her future, so I'll just have to be patient.
Feng Yuheng's words not only reminded Chen Yu, but also Fendai.
Yes, Feng Yuheng was a legitimate daughter, but because of something that happened to the Yao family, she became a concubine's daughter. If something happened to the Shen family, would Chenyu also become a concubine's daughter? If Han tried harder, she might really be able to sit in the position of mistress. Her dream of being a legitimate daughter would not be far away.
Everyone stayed up until 3:45 a.m. before being allowed to rest. Zirui was already exhausted, and Xiangrong felt sorry for him, so she kept Zirui on her for the rest of the night...
Leaning on it. When I stood up, my legs went weak and I almost fell back.
Feng Yuheng quickly supported the man, took out two pieces of chocolate from his sleeve and stuffed one for each of Xiangrong and Zirui. Zirui had eaten this before and didn't find it new, but it was the first time for Xinrong to see it. He only looked at the black thing and didn't know what it was, thinking it was medicine.
I saw Zirui put it in his mouth, and then he showed a look of enjoyment and satisfaction, without any sleepiness. I couldn't help but be curious, and followed Zirui's example and put the chocolate in my mouth, and then I was surprised.
Her second sister is the treasure chest! Xiangrong has been unwavering in this belief ever since!
Everyone went back to their own courtyard to rest and slept until noon before getting up to eat. After eating, they rushed to Jinyu Courtyard to continue working.
Feng Jinyuan is the prime minister after all. When the mistress of the mansion passed away, how could there be few people coming to pay their respects?
People started coming to the door early in the morning, and by the time the children had rested and returned to Jinyuyuan, people waiting to pay their respects had already lined up at the gate.
The housekeeper He Zhong was so busy that he had to keep moving among the crowd.
Feng Jinyuan's face was shrouded in sadness, and he thanked everyone who came.
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside the mansion gate—"Mother!" Then, a young man stumbled in, shouting as he ran: "Mother! How could you die so tragically! Your son was gone only a few days ago, how could that damn Feng Yuheng kill you!"
The person who came was none other than Feng Zihao.
But what he shouted along the way was really unbearable. Feng Yuheng stood at a distance away from Feng Jinyuan and couldn't help but glance over: "Father, who taught big brother to say this?"
Feng Jinyuan was so embarrassed by his son that he clenched his fists in anger and shouted angrily, "Evil beast! Stop talking nonsense!"
But Feng Zihao is a jerk! He doesn't care about this. In his opinion, Shen was killed by Feng Yuheng. Since Feng Yuheng returned home, Shen and Chenyu have been bullied by everyone. Even he himself has experienced Feng Yuheng's power. He has never had the opportunity to take revenge. Now, with the grief of losing his mother, he has suppressed all his courage.
Feng Zihao rushed to the mourning hall without paying homage. He got a sword from somewhere and started slashing at Feng Yuheng!
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