Noble First Daughter-in-law

Shang Ruyi opened her eyes wide and looked at the people standing at the door more and more clearly. The leader was Aunt Hui. Yu Wencheng, with tears still on his face, and the rest of the family followed behind them.

Their faces were all looking to the other side of the long street, as if they were expecting something.

Most importantly, they were all dressed in white!

When the carriage got closer, Shang Ruyi saw that not only were they wearing white clothes, but even the two big lanterns at the entrance of the Duke's Mansion had changed into white at some point!
This is--

There was a neighing in the ear, which pulled everyone's sanity back, and Aunt Hui and the others only discovered them, and hurriedly responded.

Yu Wenye turned over and jumped off the horse, walked forward eagerly, Shang Ruyi also hurriedly got out of the carriage, and followed him to the door, as soon as he stood still, he saw Yu Wencheng bursting up crying , into Yu Wenye's arms.

"Second brother..."

At this moment, for the first time, Yu Wenye's tall figure showed signs of shaking.

Shang Ruyi stood behind him, looking at his slightly swaying shoulders, in a trance, as if the jade mountain was falling, she subconsciously took a step forward, and stretched out her hand to support Yu Wenye's back, only to see Aunt Hui coming up to him with red eyes : "Second son, young lady, why are you back...? You are finally back."

At this time, they didn't have time to explain that the emperor suddenly returned to Luoyang today ahead of schedule. They only looked at the increasingly dreary scene around him, with the servants bowing their heads and looking sad. Yu Wenye's face was pale, and he said in a deep voice: "At home, What happened?"

"Second brother, second brother..."

Yu Wencheng hugged his elder brother tightly, was out of breath from crying, and even started to retch.

Aunt Hui wept again, and reached out to pat him on the back again.

Yu Wenye's complexion became more and more serious, his eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Aunt Hui: "What happened?"

Aunt Hui looked up at him and cried, "Second Young Master—"

Before they finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of carriages and horses behind them, at the other end of the long street. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads, and saw a group of people walking slowly in front of them. White shirt, holding a white flag in his hand, swaying all the way, floating in the air like a ghost.

And on the carriage behind them, a huge, black lacquered coffin came into sight!

That is--

At this moment, Shang Ruyi shuddered all over her body, and saw that the person who followed the carriage to support the coffin was Guan Yunmu's confidant Jin Yun. Standing on the other side of the long street, he slowly kowtowed to them and fell to the ground.

The servants standing at the door hastily greeted them, and Yuwencheng in Yuwenye's arms turned his head to see this scene, burst into tears, turned his head and ran towards the coffin, crying: "Mother! !"

The sound of "mother" shocked Shang Ruyi to the point of tearing his guts apart.

Aunt Hui was crying, and finally said slowly: "Second Young Master, Madam, she is dead!"

This sentence, like a thunderbolt on dry land, exploded in Shang Ruyi's ears. She was completely stunned, and it took a while to recover. Confidently said: "Why, how could this happen?"

Aunt Hui cried: "A few days ago, there was news from Liaoxi that Madam's condition was getting worse, but we heard that the battle at Yanmen Pass was urgent, so we didn't dare to pass on the news, for fear of disturbing the second young master and the others. Young Madam, it wasn't until the day before yesterday that the Duke's letter came to know that Madam has, already—we are waiting here today to welcome the spirit of Madam."

She raised her head to look at Yu Wenye, and wept endlessly: "Second Young Master, my condolences..."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the coffin in front of him.

Shang Ruyi stood there, unable to believe this fact for a long time, but what made her feel even more disturbed was that the straight back that was supported by her palm was trembling imperceptibly at the moment, but he was completely motionless, It seems that a statue of ice has been carved into a statue.

Yu Wenye froze.

Shang Ruyi hurried to his side, only to see that usually stern and indifferent face was now as pale as paper, her eyes were pitch black, as if something had been sucked away from her body.

Shang Ruyi grabbed his hand subconsciously: "Second brother——"

Before she finished speaking, her heart sank.

Yu Wenye's hands have always been rough, but they are also warm. Although they rarely have skin-to-skin contact, she knows that there is a fire in this man's heart, which will keep him so hot forever, to face the world some wind, frost, rain and snow.

But at this moment, he was so cold.

Not only his fingertips, but even his palms, eyes, and even his breath seemed to be frozen into ice.

Shang Ruyi hugged him in a panic, "Second Brother!"

Amidst her choked-up shouts, Yu Wenye's eyes finally trembled a little. He slowly lowered his head, looked at her, then raised his head again, looking at the coffin that was getting closer and closer, like a mass of unreliable The haze of avoidance shrouded his life.

He finally opened his mouth, and let out a hoarse voice from his dry throat——

"Mother……"

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For the next two days, the entire Yuwen family was in a mess.

This is not the first time that Shang Ruyi has witnessed the death of a loved one, and faced a series of tedious matters such as offering sacrifices and keeping watch at home, but it is the first time she has faced a person who has lost a loved one and is so numb that he has lost his soul.

When she and Aunt Hui discussed the big and small matters of the funeral at home, and then returned to the mourning hall, the arrangements had been made.

Above the hall, a thick black curtain divides the hall into two parts, the front and the back. The coffin of the Duke’s wife is placed in the rear, and in front of the curtain, incense candles and wax paper are placed on a large sacrificial table, and a tall The spiritual tablet, the letter: The tablet of respecting the virtuous officials of the ancestors.

For some reason, Shang Ruyi looked at the line of words on the ranking, as if looking at Guan Yunmu's weak but indifferent face.

She stood there quietly, looking at the fireworks in front of her eyes - the curtains flying all over the hall, the busy servants coming and going, the guests who came to express their condolences, all these were busy and lively, full of grief, and seemed to be the same as when she was alive, No matter what kind of flowers are blooming, cold and lonely, she stays out of it.

Probably, the only thing that could make him worry was Yu Wenye, who had been hiding from people inside the mourning hall and whose face was as pale as paper.

Ever since the coffin was placed and the mourning hall was built, he has been kneeling there without expression, without words, not even a single tear.

When Shang Ruyi approached him, he couldn't even feel a trace of vitality.

"Second brother..."