Chapter 125 I make the decision. From now on, Yueyin will be the younger sister and Xingluo will be the older sister.
Because of Mu Zhiqiu, Wen Xingluo was no longer in the mood to make sugar cakes for Xie Guanlan. She was only concentrating on thinking about how to get rid of Mu Zhiqiu, take back the Kongming lantern, and cover up her secret.
After returning from school at Baihe Academy, a maid hurried over to report, "Miss! A maid came to the Wen family this afternoon and said that Master Wen and his family have returned from Yangcheng, carrying a coffin! Your father...your father is gone!"
Wen Xingluo had no expression on his face.
Her father is Xie Jing, not Wen Qingsong, and her father is still training soldiers in the military camp.
Noticing the sympathetic gazes of the maids around her, she finally paled a bit and put on a sad expression.
She said sadly, "Father... is gone?"
"My condolences, young lady!"
The maids in Xiejinyuan felt sorry for Wen Xingluo who lost his father at such a young age, and they couldn't help but gather around him to comfort and coax him.
Wen Xingluo lowered her head and sobbed, but her eyes were clear.
Carrying the coffin back...
She thought of how to get rid of Mu Zhiqiu.
She arrived at Wansong Courtyard and saw Mu Zhiqiu talking with her grandmother.
Seeing her come in, the old man's face was full of pity. He held her hand and said, "I heard about the Wen family. The dead cannot be resurrected. Ningning, don't be too sad."
Wen Xingluo's eyes were red. "Although my father was a criminal when he was alive, he was still my biological father after all. Now that he's gone, I have to go back to the Wen family to attend his funeral. I beg for your permission, grandmother."
After getting the old concubine's permission, she raised her tearful eyes and looked at Mu Zhiqiu again.
Mu Zhiqiu's heart skipped a beat.
Before she could react, Wen Xingluo had already grabbed her hand and sobbed, "Sister Mu, can you stay with me? I'm alone... I can't bear it alone..."
Before she finished speaking, tears had already fallen, and she looked very pitiful.
Mu Zhiqiu was disgusted.
She had something on Wen Xingluo, so she wasn't afraid of what she would do to her. She thought she wanted to ask her to go to the Wen family just to make things difficult for her.
But she didn't want to waste her time in such a place.
She instinctively wanted to refuse, but when she met the old concubine's expectant gaze and thought of her own dignified, gentle and ladylike personality, she could only swallow back the words of refusal.
Wen Xingluo brought Mu Zhiqiu to the Wen family, and the mourning hall had already been set up.
Wen Rufeng sent invitations to all the important people in Chengdu, and at this time, guests came to the Wen family to pay their respects one after another.
Mu Zhiqiu was in no mood to condescend to offer condolences to Wen Qingsong, a criminal. She was too lazy to even burn incense and went straight to the side room to rest with a cold face.
Wen Xingluo walked into the mourning hall slowly.
The three siblings of the Wen family cried bitterly in front of the coffin, as if they were really heartbroken by Wen Qingsong's death.
Wen Xingluo looked at them and felt like laughing.
"Xingluo?" Wen Rufeng noticed her while crying.
He wiped his nose, stood up and walked to Wen Xingluo, "Xingluo, you are finally home! Father...Father..."
As if unable to contain his sadness, he sobbed again.
Wen Xingluo cooperated well, her eyes reddening as she casually asked, "I wonder how my father died?"
The crying in the mourning hall stopped for a moment.
Wen Rufeng quickly wiped his tears and said, "Don't worry about that. Father's body will remain at home for seven days, and as his children, you should also keep vigil for him. As the eldest son and your eldest brother, I have arranged the order of the vigil. You, Xingluo, will be there for the first, third, fifth, and seventh, and the three of us will take turns on the second, fourth, and sixth."
Wen Xingluo asked, "Why do I have to guard for so many days?"
Wen Ruyun glared at her with resentment, "Because the three of us carried the coffin back from Yangcheng, and you did nothing! Isn't it your responsibility to put in a little more effort now?!"
Wen Xingluo thought of her plan to get rid of Mu Zhiqiu, and secretly thought that keeping vigil would make it convenient for her.
She said, "That's fine. But my father's body has been on the road for many days. If we keep it here for another seven days, I'm afraid it will rot and stink. In my opinion, it would be better to keep it symbolically for one day and bury it tomorrow morning. If you don't want to keep vigil, I will come alone tonight."
This idea was unanimously approved by the Wen brothers and sisters.
It was already tiring for them to rush back to Chengdu, and if they had to keep vigil for another seven days, wouldn't they be exhausted?
Wen Ruyun even snorted.
He knew that Wen Xingluo always opposed them with words, but now that her father was gone, her world suddenly collapsed. As a little girl, she was probably completely panicked and didn't know what to do. She could only instinctively flatter and please her brothers.
Wen Rufeng wiped away his tears. "Father is gone, and the burden of the family falls on my shoulders from now on. I will take good care of you and not let Father be sad in his afterlife. Xingluo, from now on, you are not allowed to compete with Yueyin for our love. Yueyin is already frail and sickly, and father's death has dealt her a heavy blow. You must love and care for her like we do, understand?"
Wen Xingluo glanced at Wen Yueyin.
The secret letter said that Wen Yueyin was the one who stabbed Wen Qingsong with the first blow.
No matter how she looked at it, her sister seemed full of energy.
As if sensing the teasing in her eyes, Wen Yueyin avoided her gaze with a pale face.
"Oh right," Wen Rufeng suddenly had an idea. "I think it's better to do this. I'll make the decision. From now on, Yueyin will be the younger sister, and Xingluo will be the older sister. It's only natural for an older sister to take care of her younger sister. So, Xingluo, when daddy is gone, you have to take good care of your younger sister. Yueyin, why don't you call Xingluo sister?"
Wen Yueyin twisted her handkerchief.
In fact, she has wanted to be a younger sister for a long time.
She always believed that only by being the youngest sister could she become the group's favorite.
Now that Wen Rufeng had spoken for her, she blushed shyly and called out softly, "Sister?"
Wen Xingluo: “…”
Seeing that Xingluo didn't respond for a long time, Wen Ruyun became angry. "What are you talking about?! Yueyin will be the Crown Princess in the future. You have a sister who is the Crown Princess, what are you unhappy about?! If you can make Yueyin happy, maybe she will ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for the title of County Lady for you in the future!"
Wen Yueyin also said softly: "Don't worry, sister, I will remember your kindness and I will never forget my roots."
She called "sister" very smoothly.
Wen Xingluo was silent.
The Wen brothers and sisters are so shameless that even a rolling pin wouldn’t be able to thin them.
Don’t they really feel ashamed?
In the evening, there were fewer guests coming to pay their respects.
Wen Xingluo casually ate a bowl of plain noodles in the kitchen. Cuicui quietly appeared, "The drug that the young lady asked me to buy has already been purchased on the black market! It was just mixed into the dinner and tea of Miss Mu and her two accompanying guards. I saw them eat it all with my own eyes!"
Wen Xingluo sat on a small stool and drank the noodle soup with his eyes lowered.
Mu Zhiqiu was unkind first, so you can't blame her for being unjust later.
Only the dead can keep secrets.
She wanted to hide Mu Zhiqiu in her father's coffin and make her disappear from the world completely.
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