Chapter 226 Who said I was sad?
After a while, Chuxia came in with some water and put it on the shelf. Lan Xiyue walked over and washed her face. The cool water droplets slid across her cheeks, and she felt much more awake instantly.
Chuchun stood aside, looking solemn, "Miss, today we have set up a memorial tablet for the Second Miss in the front hall."
Upon hearing this, Lan Xiyue paused slightly with the handkerchief in her hand, then nodded slightly.
"I'll go check it out later."
After tidying up, Lan Xiyue went to her brother's yard first.
When I pushed the door open, a faint medicinal fragrance hit my nose. I saw that Yao Lao had already prepared the medicinal materials and was concentrating on giving Lan Shenye a medicinal bath and acupuncture.
Lan Shenye's body trembled slightly in the medicinal bath. However, when Lan Xiyue pushed the door open, his body suddenly froze and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
Lan Xiyue didn't look at him, but took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from her sleeve, opened it, and slowly poured the liquid in the bottle into the bathtub.
Seeing this, Yao Lao beside him asked in confusion: "Little Princess, what are you pouring?"
Lan Xiyue smiled slightly. "It's just to make brother's legs absorb the medicinal bath better. Please continue to give brother acupuncture."
Upon hearing this, Yao Lao shook his head and said, "It's not a bother, it's not a bother." With this human blood diagram, he had learned a lot.
Lan Xiyue nodded and turned to leave.
At this moment, Lan Shenye's voice suddenly rang out: "Yuer, Lan Lingrou..."
Lan Xiyue paused, but she didn't look back. She just said lightly: "There will be a funeral for her in the mansion today. Brother, you can take a medicinal bath first. It's okay to show up later. I'll be there now." After she finished speaking, she took a step and walked out.
Lan Xiyue walked through the solemn corridor decorated with plain white silk.
The white lanterns hanging in front of the mourning hall swayed in the wind, and the front hall was filled with the turbid smell of burning sandalwood and paper money.
"What a damn evil creature! What sin has our Wuguo Marquisate committed..." The old lady's withered fingers tightly gripped the rosewood armrest, her knuckles turning white. "In just three short months, we first lost our mistress, then our legitimate daughter, and even my poor Yuan'er."
Lan Xiyue sneered. This old woman didn't care at all that her brother's legs were broken.
Lan Jiaoyun stood beside the old lady, her delicate hands gently stroking her hunched back. "Grandma, please don't be too sad. You still have Yun'er..." She glanced at Lan Xiyue who had just entered the room, a venomous glint flashing in her almond-shaped eyes. "Unlike some people. After so many things happened in the mansion yesterday, I don't know where they went."
Aunt Hong held her handkerchief and pretended to wipe away tears, her voice soft and thin, "Yes, old lady, the doctor told you yesterday not to get too excited or too sad, and that you need to take care of yourself. But the eldest lady and the second lady always had a deep sisterly bond, so why doesn't the eldest lady seem to be sad at all now that the second lady is gone?"
"You two, mother and daughter, are so hypocritical that it's truly disgusting," Lan Xiyue's voice was cold and sharp, like a winter wind that pierced the heart. "A concubine and a concubine's daughter, don't you know your own identities? Who gave you the courage to question me, the eldest daughter?"
Liu's expression changed slightly, but she still forced herself to remain calm. Lan Jiaoyun, standing beside her, could not help but glared at Lan Xiyue. "Why, eldest sister doesn't allow us to ask, are you feeling guilty? So many things happened in the mansion yesterday, but you weren't there. Was it you who caused second sister to hang herself, or was it you who caused second brother to be blinded and his limbs broken?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lan Xiyue.
Lan Xiyue curled up the corner of her mouth in a sneer and walked towards Lan Jiaoyun step by step.
Seeing this, Lan Jiaoyun subconsciously took a step back, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes: "You...what do you want to do? You want to hit me now that I'm right? Grandma is still here!"
Chu Xia couldn't help but say, "Miss Third, have you forgotten that our young lady went to the Regent's Mansion to ask for Medicine Master yesterday? Otherwise, why would Medicine Master come to the mansion to treat the Second Young Master?"
"That's enough!" The old lady slammed the tea table. "The mourners will be arriving soon. Are you making such a commotion to make the whole capital laugh at our Wuguo Marquisate?"
Lan Xiyue pursed her lips, her crow-feather-like eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes. She felt very disdainful in her heart. The Wuguo Marquisate had long been a joke in the capital.
The housekeeper's hurried announcement came from outside the hanging flower gate: "The Duke of Protectorate's Mansion has arrived..."
Qin and Liu supported the old lady of the Duke of Huguo and slowly walked into the mourning hall.
The old lady staggered, her voice trembling, "My poor Rou'er, why can't you figure it out? Grandmother is here to see you off."
Yun Yiyi stood beside the coffin, tightly holding a white handkerchief in her hand, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Cousin Rouer, Yiyi is here to see you off."
Upon hearing this, the old lady of the Duke of Huguo was even more heartbroken, and her tears flowed like beads from a broken string, unable to stop.
The old lady of the Marquis of Wuguo stood up tremblingly and stumbled towards the old lady of the Duke of Huguo. Her voice was filled with endless sadness: "Old sister, it is our Marquis of Wuguo Mansion that has let Yunqing and her daughter down."
The old lady of the Duke of Huguo's Mansion felt mixed emotions when she heard this. In the end, she did not respond, but just silently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
At this time, Lan Xiyue stood quietly by the side, watching all this coldly.
She didn't like this depressing and sad atmosphere. Besides, Lan Lingrou's death was caused by her. She turned and walked out of the mourning hall.
The housekeeper's voice echoed in the courtyard, and many guests had already come in one after another.
In this heavy atmosphere, as soon as Qian Duoduo came in, his eyes were locked on Lan Xiyue who was standing outside the mourning hall.
Qian Duoduo then quickened his pace and called out, "Yueyue~"
Lan Xiyue turned around when she heard the voice, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, "Duoduo!"
Qian Duoduo quickly stepped forward and held Lan Xiyue's hand tightly, his eyes full of concern and heartache, "Yueyue, please accept my condolences. Don't be too sad. The dead cannot be resurrected."
Lan Xiyue only raised her eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on her lips. She pulled Qian Duoduo aside and whispered, "Who said I was sad?"
Qian Duoduo looked at Lan Xiyue's expression carefully. There was indeed no trace of sadness in those bright eyes. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Yueyue, do you know that I've come to your Wuguo Marquis Mansion several times to look for you, but you always said you weren't there, that you went to the Huguo Temple." Qian Duoduo's words were filled with a hint of anger and grievance. "Why didn't you tell me so I could go with you? It was only because I heard about what happened in your mansion yesterday that I came here uninvited today."
The two talked for a long time outside the mourning hall. Lan Xiyue promised Qian Duoduo that she would go to play with her after the affairs in the mansion were finished in the next few days.
After hearing this, Qian Duoduo walked in. She lit a stick of incense, bowed three times, and left the Wuguohou Mansion.
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