Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 271 Sincerity
The aroma of Tusu wine permeated the air, and the sun was shining on thousands of households.

The morning breeze is cold.

The doorman of Yuguo Mansion let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his frozen hands, picked up the broom, and cleaned up the scattered fireworks embers in front of the street.He was humming a little song, obviously immersed in the joyous and peaceful atmosphere of the New Year.

The broom was sweeping the steps when suddenly a pair of black bat pattern soap boots appeared.

The doorman raised his head, and saw that Mr. Qin was holding the young lady who was trapped in the snow-white cloak, and was returning step by step.

The sole of the shoe stepped on the red confetti of firecrackers, making a soft "click".

Qin Yanfeng's complexion was pale, his hair was in a messy bun, and his eyes were bloodshot and red because he stayed up all night.His expression was very calm, so calm that he was lifeless and cold.

The doorman asked: "My lord, where did you and the young lady go last night? The princess is crazy."

Qin Yanfeng did not answer.

He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, raised his reddened eyes, and looked at the festive red lanterns on the gilded door plaque of Duke Yu's Mansion.After a while, he choked up and said, "Change the lantern."

"Yes, replace it with an octagonal glazed lamp?"

"Change to a white lantern." Qin Yanfeng hugged the woman in his arms tightly, his eyes warm, "Otherwise she won't be able to find her way home."

……

When the news of Jiang Xian's death came, Mother Xu fainted immediately.

Princess Jiayun was furious, and Duke Yu shook his head beside him and sighed, not daring to stop him.

Qin Yanfeng knelt in the main hall, Jiayun Princess picked up the ruler and beat and beat, weeping and angrily scolded, "You know that Xuan'er is dying, why did you take her to stay up all night?"

"She said she won't take the medicine, so you tell her not to take the medicine?"

"You pamper her, but you are actually hurting her!"

"Xuan'er is gone, where will you find me such a good wife again!"

"Yanfeng! Yanfeng, you are confused!"

Princess Jiayun accused him earnestly.Cui Nong tied a white cloth on her hair and leaned against the door, watching Qin Yanfeng being punished, shedding tears in a daze.

She didn't know if Princess Jiayun was really blaming her, or if she was making excuses.The princess does not want Qin Yanfeng to rule Jiang Xian with blood, nor does she want to let Jiang Xian die.

Qin Yanfeng didn't say a word the whole time.

The pain in his body can make him feel better.

No matter how rich or powerful a person is, birth, old age, sickness and death are still out of control.Princess Jiayun got angry and shed tears, but she still had to cheer up and prepare for the funeral.

According to her words, Jiang Xian didn't enjoy the best during her lifetime, so she must be extravagant after her death.Funerals, burials, and sacrifices all require a lot of work.As her husband, Qin Yanfeng put off all affairs and devoted himself to his wife's funeral.

It was a festive New Year, but Yuguo's mansion was gloomy and announced his obituary.

Fearing that some people would think it was unlucky, he did not take the initiative to invite people to the mourning hall to express his condolences.Even so, Ye Qin came to the ceremony on the first day.

He stood in the wrong team and almost died several times, relying on the relationship between his daughter's marriage to Duke Yu's mansion to survive.

He was a lot older, and when he saw Qin Yanfeng standing in front of his daughter's coffin in mourning, he couldn't help crying.

Qin Yanfeng didn't like this father-in-law at all.

In the past, because he was Jiang Xian's biological father, he didn't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face; now that he knows that Jiang Xian has nothing to do with him, he speaks unceremoniously, "Ye Shaojian remembers that he has a daughter now? Rare, rare."

Ye Qin was puzzled and said, "Master Qin, how do you say that?"

Qin Yanfeng is his son-in-law, but he dare not call him that.

Qin Yanfeng sneered, "You know why Ye Hexuan married me in the first place. If you want to save face, you shouldn't let me explain."

Ye Qin's face froze.

Ye Hexuan refused to marry Qin Yanfeng, a fool, she had always loved Qin Suixing.Ye Qin promised his daughter that as long as she inquired about the news carefully, she would be able to remarry Qin Suixing.

Back then, he was tantamount to pushing Ye Hexuan into a pit of fire.

"I don't think she wants to see you."

Qin Yanfeng blocked Ye Qin's view of the coffin, and politely made a "please" gesture.

Ye Qin's face was blue and white.

Immediately, he bowed three times to the coffin guiltily, and turned around to leave.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he heard a cold reminder from the people behind him, "From today onwards, I will be mourning for my wife, and I will not be able to take care of you in many things in the future. To be on the safe side, Ye Shaojian should find the person you are looking for."

Ye Qin didn't dare to turn his head back, "...What do you mean?"

"Tomorrow at you hour, the green curtained carriage outside the west city gate can take you and Duan Shilang to Penglai."

Ye Qin was shocked.

He glanced at Qin Yanfeng in horror, suppressed his overwhelming heart, thanked him, and left in a hurry.

Qin Yanfeng looked at the vicissitudes of Ye Qin's back, and after a while, he raised his hand to gently support the coffin.

His cold expression softened, and he was dressed in plain clothes, making his brows moist, "Let him go to Liu Ning, you should agree with my decision."

"You have nothing to do with him, but according to your nature, if you know something happened to him, you must trouble yourself."

"Send him away simply, so as not to get angry under your nose."

"I said, I won't make you angry again."

"..."

Qin Yanfeng looked at the pitch-black coffin, and gently stroked the peony relief carved on it, as if stroking her jade-white face.

From then on, he will learn to be a sincere person.

A person who is only true to her.

(End of this chapter)