The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 276 Returning to Beijing (1)
It took more than half a month to arrive in the capital city after driving day and night in the ice and snow. Yijun couldn't take it anymore. Before entering the city, he used ginseng soup, so he cheered up and followed Shang Kun to the Duke's mansion first.

Her identity was really embarrassing, everyone in and outside the capital knew that Shang Kun regarded the concubines around him as his wives, but Duke Ding and the two princesses never let go.It was the last time when Shang Kun returned to Beijing, although he didn't say it clearly in front of Yi Jun, he must have asked the elders in the family behind his back, but he still didn't get a satisfactory answer after all.It happened to take advantage of the funeral of the old Duke to show his heart to everyone again.

Yijun is dressed in plain clothes, the three thousand blue silks don't use a single adornment, only a white cloth belt is gently held.She supported Yun Xiang's hand to get out of the car, and Que Nu was already in Shang Kun's arms, standing two steps away waiting for her.

He changed out of his black robe for a rare occasion, and wore a coarse white robe, his black hair was only held by a hairpin, his white clothes were more snowy, and he smiled slightly.

The two looked at each other, everything was silent.

Yijun put his hand into Shang Kun's vacant hand, followed him to the mourning hall, and when they were far away in the courtyard, they knelt down together holding the child.

The grandfather passed away, and the grandson traveled thousands of miles to the funeral. He should have come in crying, but Shang Kun couldn't cry, and he couldn't pretend to be sad.

Everyone in the family knew this, Duke Ding couldn't blame his son for being unfilial, but the long attendant beside him made trouble with a tray of filial piety clothes, and reminded softly: "Master A Yuan is also kneeling in the courtyard, How do you see it going?"

"Nonsense!" Dingguo yelled, angry at his son for not being able to tell the priority.

He is angry here, Princess Jing'an doesn't need to kneel down to her courtiers, chanting scriptures in the wing room on weekdays is considered to be filial to her father-in-law, and when she heard that her second son came back, she brought her granddaughter to kneel in the courtyard, her heart ached so much , Has rushed to his son with people.

She held Shang Kun's hand, with tears in her eyes: "Kun'er, you are back."

"Aniang." Shang Kun held up the daughter in his arms, "This is your granddaughter, is it okay for you to look at her?"

Princess Jing'an took over Que Nu, her eyes filled with pity, and she nodded frequently, "Okay, Que Nu is a good guy."

The little bird slave is also upbeat, seeing her grandmother for the first time, smiling with a small toothless mouth, and her eyes are full of spirituality.

Don't say that Que Nu is an incredibly beautiful child, even if it looks like a wrinkled little monkey, as long as it is Shang Kun's flesh and blood, there is no way Princess Jing'an will not love her. She has something in her heart that cannot be expressed when holding the child. joy.

Master Shang was clever, lightly tugged on the sleeve of the princess, and pointed to another person kneeling in the courtyard.

At the beginning, Princess Jing'an hadn't recovered, she hugged Que Nu, passed Yuangui's son, and then turned her gaze to Yijun.She looked at the chief steward who was in a dilemma outside the mourning hall, and understood what was going on.

"Go in and kowtow to your grandfather first." Princess Jing'an said to her son in a gentle voice, then turned her head to Yijun and said, "Go too, and follow Taining to do a filial piety for Que Nu. She is too young to offer incense to her great-grandfather herself, you should do it for her."

Shang Kun is still dissatisfied, he wants the family to recognize that A Yuan is his wife, and not just appear as the biological mother of his child.

"Aniang, Ah Yuan himself should burn the incense..." Shang Kun's words were interrupted by Princess Jing'an, who dropped a hand on his shoulder, and Princess Jing'an shook her head slightly as a signal.

Silly boy, the mother must know what he wants, so don't be in a hurry, and don't look at the situation right now. There is a dead man waiting for the funeral in the Duke's mansion, and a dying man lying in the princess' mansion. One breath.

"Your grandmother is also sick, and she is looking forward to your and Que Nu's return every day." Princess Jing'an paused after speaking half a sentence. She knew that her son was sensible, and she would not continue to pester her.

"Ah Yuan's body is weak, and her complexion is not very good. After I went in and kowtowed, I asked her to come to me, and let the imperial doctor in the palace take a look, so that I could prescribe a prescription."

Aware of her son's temper, Princess Jing'an's words were smooth and sincere, which made Shang Kun really reluctant to let A Yuan kneel in the mourning hall and suffer.If it wasn't for giving her a correct sentence, he wouldn't be willing to bring her here instead of staying in the warm main room of the Leafing Courtyard. He came to this cold place not for the sake of his fame.

Grandmother and father were unwilling to give it to him, and he could make Ah Yuan live a good life without being ignored, but he hoped that the wife he had chosen would truly integrate into the Shang family, instead of hiding behind it alone.

Ding Guogong looked at his son through the slit exposed in his eyelids, seeing him kneeling in front of the coffin in a filial piety, he was half relieved.From the east side room, his wife's soft voice calling for Que Nu has already been heard, Duke Ding is also itching in his heart, he desperately wants to see his granddaughter.

(End of this chapter)