Unexpectedly, the two men drank bowl after bowl like pigs, their ears drooping. Just as they were about to finish, Bai Lu quickly stepped in and said, "Leave one bowl for the county princess!"
Xu Xian, with his back to Bai Lu, was startled and spilled the chicken soup, staining Bai Lu's dress.
Bai Lu: "..."
She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, and waved to Xu Xian to show that she didn't mind. But she was always very clean, so she immediately went back to her room to change her clothes.
Bai Lu originally wanted to wear the uniform dresses worn by the maids, but she found that Shang Shaoyan had thrown them all away at some point. She chuckled and had no choice but to change into the snow-white flowing fairy dress that Shang Shaoyan had asked the embroiderer to make for her a few days ago.
After changing his clothes, Xu Xian approached her apologetically: "Lady Bai, it was my fault just now."
Bai Lu twitched her lips: "My surname is Yu."
Xu Xian slapped his forehead: "Oh, I'm sorry."
Bai Lu: "..."
She ignored Xu Xian and walked straight out of the house, with Xu Xian quickly following behind her.
Unexpectedly, she saw a disheveled and haggard young man kneeling at the gate of the house, crying miserably.
Seeing this, Bai Lu frowned. Xu Xian, feeling extremely apologetic, was eager to appease Bai Lu, so he cleared his throat and walked towards the disheveled young man: "Who are you? I am..."
Upon hearing the words "this official," the man wept even more bitterly.
Xu Xian: "..."
He didn't know what to say for a moment, so Bailu came over and said skillfully, "We don't accept people who sell themselves. Young master, you should ask somewhere else."
Upon hearing this, the young master immediately looked up, and Bai Lu was startled, as if she had seen a ghost: "Seventh Young Master? What are you doing here?"
Who else could this person be but Qiao Xiuyu?
Meanwhile, Qiao Xiuyu, having worked tirelessly without sleep, finally entered the city gate just now. He inquired along the way and found Shang Shaoyan's residence, only to find that a white banner had already been hung at the door!
Qiao Xiuyu knelt on the ground, trembling, her face pale, and murmured, "Am I still too late..."
He gritted his teeth and couldn't hold back his tears.
When Qiao Xiuyu saw someone coming out of the mansion, he was about to ask a few questions when he saw that his An'an's most capable maid was already dressed in white. He almost fainted!
The one who calls himself "this official" must be here to offer condolences.
Qiao Xiuyu was devastated.
Seeing that Qiao Xiuyu remained silent, Bailu asked again, "Seventh Young Master?"
Qiao Xiuyu looked up, stood up unsteadily, her eyes filled with sorrow, and when she spoke, her voice was no longer clear and melodious, but unusually hoarse: "Where is the county princess's coffin?"
Bai Lu: "...?"
Xu Xian: "...?"
What's a coffin?
What kind of coffin?
Bai Lu and Xu Xian exchanged a glance, both noticing the confusion in each other's eyes.
Xu Xian, however, seemed to understand something the next moment and slapped his forehead, thinking that this young man really couldn't speak official language properly, and said, "This young man is asking where the county magistrate's achievements are, right?"
Judging from Bai Niangzi's words, she seems to be a friend of the county princess, and she must have come to inquire about the glass.
As Xu Xian thought this, he smiled and said, "Would you like me to take you to see it? But the place is smoky and hot, I'm afraid this young master won't be used to it."
Bai Lu suddenly realized that the Seventh Prince had come for the glass.
But she was still puzzled. Why was the Seventh Prince crying?
Little did they know, Qiao Xiuyu was already furious—smoke and fire? ???
Qiao Xiuyu nearly fainted; these people actually wanted to cremate his beloved An'an!
And this person was still laughing!
Qiao Xiuyu stood there stunned. Seeing this, Xu Xian didn't urge her, but continued to describe with great enthusiasm: "If the county princess hadn't personally supervised the cooking process, we really wouldn't have been able to do it!"
Qiao Xiuyu was even more devastated—it turned out that An'an had known all along that her days were numbered! It seemed that cremation was also her own choice.
A hint of sorrow flickered in his eyes: "Lead the way."
Xu Xian smiled and said, "It's not far. Just follow this road to the end. If I had nothing else to do, I would certainly take you there... But I still have a lot of official business to attend to. Why don't you rest at the county princess's residence for a while?"
Qiao Xiuyu shook her head dejectedly: "No, I'll go by myself."
After saying that, he staggered away.
Xu Xian was somewhat puzzled: "This person is so strange... Lady Bai, is this person a friend of the county princess?"
Bai Lu: "...My surname is Yu."
Xu Xian nodded: "Madam Yu, is this person a friend of the county princess?"
Bai Lu said helplessly, "I guess so. He's from Northern Zhou and a close friend of the county princess, but he's never been very bright. Just ignore him."
Xu Xian understood: "No wonder, she looks like she's seriously ill. Lady Bai, what do you say..."
Bai Lu, unable to bear it any longer, kicked Xu Xian: "My surname is Yu! How many times do I have to tell you that!"
...
Qiao Xiuyu stumbled and fell all the way to the glass factory, which, in his eyes, was a crematorium.
He wasn't supposed to get in, but Shang Shaoyan had spoken to the people at the glass factory a few days earlier, telling them to let Qiao Xiuyu in if he wanted to come—she had high hopes back then, wanting to give Qiao Xiuyu a surprise.
She made a treasure map so that when Qiao Xiuyu arrived, he could find his way to the glass factory and then find the glass wind chime she had made for him in the kiln.
In short, Qiao Xiuyu entered without hindrance, only to find the place indeed filled with smoke and fire, with many burly men adding firewood. He looked around, grabbed one of the men, and asked, "Where is the county princess's...?"
Qiao Xiuyu was lucky; the burly man was the one Shang Shaoyan had instructed. He smiled and pointed to the largest kiln not far away: "You must be Young Master Qiao? Over there."
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