Song Jingning stopped participating in these activities because his body couldn't take it anymore.
After arranging everything, Song Jingning began coughing wildly when no one was around.
He looked at the black blood on the ground and smiled.
Fourth Sister, A-Yu is doing well, you can rest assured, I'm coming to see you soon.
Fourth sister, I'm sorry for making you wait so many years.
In a daze, he seemed to see a smiling young girl.
After Jiang Yu finished dealing with the matter, she came to Song Jingning's room and saw Song Jingning lying on the chair.
"Young Master..."
Uncle Wang shouted and rushed to Song Jingning's side.
"Fu Jun...Fu Jun..."
When Song Jingning opened his eyes, he saw Uncle Wang with tears streaming down his face and Jiang Yu with red eyes.
He managed to say with difficulty, "I...I'm fine."
Jiang Yu carried the person to the bed.
Qi Nuan stepped forward to take Song Jingning's pulse, glanced at Uncle Wang and Jiang Yu, and shook her head in their expectant eyes.
Everyone remained silent as they looked at the dying Song Jingning.
At this moment, Song Jingning's room and the area outside the room were filled with people.
But at this moment, it was eerily quiet, and you could see the sadness on their faces.
Song Jingning laughed and said, "Everyone dies eventually. Today, I, Song, am fortunate to have you all by my side... It is truly my great fortune to have you all see me off. I am more happy than sad!"
Upon hearing his words, everyone could no longer hold back the tears welling up in their eyes.
It's unclear who started crying, but sobs suddenly filled the crowd.
Song Jingning realized that his consciousness was slowly fading away. His eyes were vacant as he looked at everyone. He really wanted to say that there was no need to cry, that he was fine, and that so many people were there to see him off.
He was already very content.
But it's already very difficult for him to speak.
"Ah...Ah Yu."
Upon hearing his voice, Jiang Yu quickly offered her hand.
The two held hands, and Song Jingning felt Jiang Yu's hot tears dripping onto his hand.
He struggled to open his eyes and looked at him, "After I die, would you please bury me next to Fourth Sister?"
Upon hearing his words, Wang Bo couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He looked at Jiang Yu, hoping that Jiang Yu would grant the young master's request.
The young master lived a proud life, but he lived a humble life with the fourth young lady. Even on his deathbed, he still thought of the fourth young lady.
Jiang Yu closed her eyes and then opened them; the tears in her eyes had already disappeared.
"No, that's not good."
He looked into Song Jingning's eyes.
"Father, I will bury you and Mother in the same grave."
Since you cannot share a bed in life, how about you share a grave in death?
Song Jingning looked at him, tears streaming down her face.
"well……"
Looking at his closed eyes and the smile on his lips, Jiang Yu resumed his indifference.
Uncle Wang burst into tears.
"Young Master..."
Hearing the crying behind him, Jiang Yu didn't know if he had gotten what he had been seeking all his life. Looking at the smile on his lips, he might have gotten what he wanted, but he would never, ever be like him.
He thought of a nonexistent person until his death.
He wanted to be by his side, whether he lived or died.
Jiang Yu carried the person to the front of the hall, where someone had already prepared everything.
He cleansed Song Jingning's body silently, carefully and meticulously wiping her body with a handkerchief, and then trimmed her fingernails...
Midway through, Uncle Wang offered to get help, but he refused.
Since he is Song Jingning's adopted son, these are things he should do as a son.
Wang Bo naturally hoped that Jiang Yu would do these things for Song Jingning.
Cleansing herself, trimming her nails, tying her hair up, changing her clothes... Jiang Yu did everything very carefully.
At this time, white sails had already been hoisted throughout the prefectural government.
When the people of the county learned of Song Jingning's death, they all voluntarily hung a white sail in front of their doors to express their condolences.
All other matters were left to Lord Yan and Lord Wang.
Jiang Yu and Qi Nuan changed into hemp clothing to keep vigil for Song Jingning.
Song Jingning had no children and no relatives in Shangjun.
However, many people volunteered to wear mourning clothes for Song Jingning, and these matters were left to Wang Bo and Yan Gong to handle.
Yan Gong and the others knew perfectly well who was allowed and who was not.
Looking at Jiang Yu in front of the mourning hall.
The servant said, "My lord, General Yu and General Wan request an audience."
"Let them come over."
Jiang Yu did not get up, but remained kneeling on the prayer mat, throwing ghost money into the brazier.
"Please accept my condolences, young master!"
After arriving, the two comforted Jiang Yu with a few words. Looking at the coffin in the mourning hall, their eyes were filled with sorrow. They both knew that Song Jingning would die, but they did not expect it to be so soon.
"We wish to return to the military camp after the funeral of the Prefect, and have come to ask the Prefect for permission."
Jiang Yu nodded.
"Yes, but please make proper arrangements for the camp, Generals. The Prefect does not wish for any danger to the border due to his funeral."
Both were generals stationed at the border.
He worked with Song Jingning for many years.
Now that Song Jingning is dead, the two of them must see him off here.
As for the border affairs, they had already made arrangements.
After they left.
Uncle Wang came to the mourning hall again, but he didn't dare to look at the coffin, for fear that he would burst into tears.
"Young master, should we inform the magistrate's family about the matter?"
Jiang Yu shook her head, her voice cold, "No need. The Prefect has already severed ties with them, so why bother with this now?"
Although Jiang Yu said this, he knew that once the news of Song Jingning's death spread, people who should and shouldn't come would show up.
The air was still a little chilly at night.
Qi Nuan arrived at the mourning hall with a lunchbox.
Seeing Jiang Yu kneeling before the coffin, he realized that he hadn't eaten anything all day.
"Ayu, have something to eat. You still have to keep watch for a while. There are other things to do in the manor."
Jiang Yu glanced at her, nodded, and took the things from her hands.
Qi Nuan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Jiang Yu finish eating.
At this moment, there were only the two of them in the mourning hall. The white sails outside were fluttering in the wind, and the candlelight in the mourning hall flickered in the breeze.
Qi Nuan didn't look at Jiang Yu, but instead looked at Song Jingning's coffin.
She asked softly, "Ah Yu, do you believe in ghosts and spirits?"
Jiang Yu looked at her, somewhat hesitant. He hadn't believed her before, but looking at Qi Nuan, he hesitated.
But in the end, he shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."
Qi Nuan said, "I don't believe it either."
Looking at Song Jingning's coffin, she said again, "However, I hope so."
Jiang Yu's gaze followed Qi Nuan's and fell on Song Jingning's coffin.
He thought of his mother; perhaps they would be together after they died.
He said, "Me too."
After a moment of silence, Qi Nuan said, "Shangjun cannot do without you. You will also be here frequently for the Prefect's funeral."
She turned to look at Jiang Yu, gazing into his dark eyes, and said, "I'll go to Yuyang in your place."
Qi Nuan was by Song Jingning's side when he died. She knew that Jiang Yu would keep his promise to Song Jingning.
But even if he could leave Shangjun now, it would be too dangerous for him to go to Yuyang.
Moreover, the Jiang family would never allow Jiang Yu's mother to be buried with Song Jingning.
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