Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

Chapter 163: Sending Relatives to Hang at the Funeral Hall

On this day, Chu Wuji did not do anything extra. He stayed in the Jing'an Palace and served as a warm stove for the princess and others, dispelling the evil chill brought to them by the Sky Fox Goddess.

During the day, Chu Wuzhi called back the Sky Fox Goddess and checked her mental state, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

If the Fox Goddess deliberately pretends, she can be energetic when she wants to and sleepy when she wants to, which is hard to understand.

He could only ask bluntly, "Goddess Sky Fox, how do you feel? You've been cultivating in my body for a while now. Do you have any special new experiences?"

The Fox Goddess transformed into a human, and the charming and beautiful fox beauty sat sideways on his thighs, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips. The itchy feeling penetrated the fabric of his robe and reached his heart.

The fox girl looked at him with a smile, taking in Chu Wuji's concerned expression, and her heart was beating sweetly.

If you have actually experienced Chu Wuji's concern for mature women, as if he cherishes you with all his heart, you will understand Queen Wen's helpless mood.

After eating melon last night, the Sky Fox Goddess knew Chu Wuji's previous attitude towards outsiders, and she felt even more that this child was to her liking and very lovable.

"Don't just look at me and smile, answer my question first?" Chu Wuji was helpless.

"The spiritual veins of the princess and her daughter have not been activated yet, but Queen Wen has made considerable progress. Even if she works slowly and patiently, she will be able to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in half a month."

When Chu Wuji heard the words "quite a bit of progress", he was overjoyed, thinking that the Sky Fox Goddess would be able to establish herself firmly in this world in the future. However, he was overjoyed...

He sighed with a gloomy expression:

"Goddess Sky Fox, I'm not asking about when they can step into the threshold of becoming a monk, but about you!"

"Finding a new breathing method is not something that can be accomplished in a day or a night. Do you think this is just growing leeks?"

"No way?" Chu Wuzhi's expression instantly became serious.

"It's no problem to cultivate my spirit normally. I'm half asleep and half practicing in their bodies. I'm not as sleepy and drowsy as before."

"That's good!" Chu Wuji nodded in relief.

Only after regaining her spirits did the Fox Goddess feel like playing the fun game of "logging in" from last night.

If she could return to the mental state she was in before leaving for the Western Regions, the Sky Fox Goddess would probably just prick up her ears and eat melons, too lazy to bother with anything else.

"By the way, there will be many guests coming to the Jing'an Palace tomorrow, so it will be a bit noisy. If you are worried about the noise, Madam Sky Fox, please hide in my arms."

The Fox Goddess smiled expectantly and said:

"Don't mind the noise, my dear, you're going to cause trouble. I just love watching this kind of excitement~"

Sure enough, eating melons is the nature of living things.

There is no conflict between liking quietness and having fun!

*

The next day,

After being arranged by the servants, the front hall of Prince Jing'an's Mansion has been transformed into a solemn mourning hall with a bleak atmosphere.

Although the owner of the mourning hall was not a person of great deeds, the black and white arrangement and the powerful words "his voice and appearance are still there" are filled with a heavy atmosphere of mourning and remembrance.

Considering that Prince Jing'an almost caused a disaster, Princess Jing'an did not make a big fanfare. She just made low-key arrangements and did not hire a special mourning team.

Therefore, there was no suona or anything like that, only a dinner after the memorial service.

Those who came to commemorate Prince Jing'an were already queuing outside the palace and entering one after another.

The princes stationed in their respective fiefdoms were unable to rush to the capital in a short period of time, so they could only ask their relatives and friends in the capital to appear on their behalf.

"Princess, my prince is eager to come to the capital to pay his respects in person, but unfortunately the journey is too long."

"A year ago in the midsummer, Prince Jing'an went on an outing with us, drinking and chatting happily..."

"The Lihuo Nation is peaceful and prosperous, with peace and tranquility everywhere, and no banditry or disasters. Prince Jing'an was on the Holy Empress's behalf, monitoring the various regions and understanding the local people's sentiments. Unexpectedly, he encountered a demonic disaster!"

As relatives, Empress Wen and Princess Jing'an both accepted condolences from their clan members beside the mourning hall.

They wore pale, plain mourning clothes, tied only by a simple belt, yet their slender waists and plump bodies seemed to burst through the fabric. Their faces were bare of makeup, yet their skin was naturally rosy and white, their eyes bright and charming. Even with their heavy, mournful expressions, they remained beauties of unparalleled beauty.

They knew that these were just nice words, and they couldn't say sarcastic things at someone else's funeral. But it was a bit ironic when they fell into the ears of the two beautiful women who knew the inside story.

This is a sinner who almost implicated the entire family!

Fortunately, Prince Jing'an had a weak foundation and was not thinking about rebelling in Lihuo Country. Instead, he tried to use evil demons to send troops to capture Yunze Township. Otherwise, the situation would not be as easy as it is today.

Wen Yi was one of the first people to finish paying his respects. As an elder of the clan, he and several other clan members went to the courtyard of the palace to discuss matters.

Wen Yi's wife, Li, was only three years older than Princess Jing'an, but when they stood together, the difference was like that between an old woman and a young girl. Li was fat and had a round and swollen face. She was one of the daughters of the Li family who could not get married.

Li looked towards the mourning hall and looked at the princess whose husband had died, and couldn't help but reveal a gloating and sarcastic smile.

The husband died unexpectedly outside, his death was tragic, and his body was not found. For a good wife, this was a matter of great damage to her reputation, and she was suspected of being a bad luck to her husband and family.

This shows that this person's fortune is not enough to ensure she is a wife of a wealthy family.

If she doesn't die, she will kill her husband.

Li retracted his gaze and urged:

"Wen Yi, when will you finally bring up business? With so many guests here, you can use your status as an elder to offer to take care of Yao'er. That's a great opportunity to get someone to help you and hold Princess Jing'an back, making it difficult for her to refuse."

Several elders from the Li family nodded in agreement.

"Wen Yi, you and the Empress are of the same generation, and your father is the second elder of the Wen family, and has the same surname as Princess Yao'er, so you are the most suitable person to take charge of the palace."

"Empress Wen is a member of the royal family and stays in the palace all year round. It's impossible for her to always look after Prince Jing'an's Mansion. She will eventually find someone to help take care of this palace!"

"If you don't bring it up, someone else will!"

Although Wen Yi's name contains the word "Wen", he lived in the Li family after marrying into the family and only returned to his family occasionally.

A few days ago, when the Wen family was "writing the family tree", he was not present and did not have that frightening experience.

Wen Yi has told his father about this matter. His father's attitude is rather subtle. He has an idea but is hesitant to express it.

Prince Jing'an was almost accused of treason. The Wen family was in mourning and even wrote suicide notes.

Because once the charges are confirmed, they will not ask for reasons and will only look at the family tree to confiscate the property. No matter how much grievances are claimed, no one will listen.

However, the Holy Empress never mentioned this matter again afterwards, and only asked Empress Wen to write a letter to remind her that time, which means... the matter is not serious?

So Father Wen had some ideas. If his son could take charge of the Jing'an Palace, even if he couldn't get the title of prince, he would still get a lot of real benefits!

In the end, Wen Yi was the one to make the decision, but he remained undecided and hesitant until now.

Wen Yi frowned: "What if someone from the Wen family objects and denounces it? This kind of thing is still a bit ugly and unpleasant!"

Li was angry, the flesh on her face trembling. She said, "If you are indecisive, you will never achieve anything great! And you can only pass the exam to become a scholar! If you spend money and give gifts, won't you be able to shut up the Wen family?"

The persuasive voices of his wife and elders passed by the ears of the middle-aged man in the Confucian robe.

He looked towards the mourning hall over there. The dignified and beautiful Princess Jing'an had a sad look on her face, and the well-behaved Princess Yao'er looked bewildered. Her little hand was holding that of a white-haired young man who was unfamiliar to her. The young man had an extraordinary appearance, but he didn't look like someone from the palace. He should be a retainer or a servant.

Just one look at the princess and her daughter is a pleasure to the eyes. They are a thousand times better than my wife at home!

If I can take care of them, is it possible that the princess will develop special feelings for me?

Wen Yi made up his mind, since he had the Li family’s relatives to give him advice!

"Okay, it's probably too late now, let's talk about this at the table."

The Li family members finally felt relieved. One of them had studied under Ye Xiu and learned some tricks to deceive people. He said:

"Then I can use my magical powers to summon the spirit of King Jing'an and speak for you, Wen Yi. Don't forget me after this!"

*

Although the memorial service was simple, there were so many relatives from all walks of life that it lasted from morning to afternoon.

It can be seen that even though the Jing'an Palace has no real power, it relies on Empress Wen and has very close connections.

At the evening banquet,

The Li family is Princess Jing'an's maiden family. Many members of the Li family were chatting with Princess Jing'an, expressing their condolences and concerns.

"Now that Prince Jing'an is gone, only Princess Jing'an and Princess Yao'er will be left in the palace. What if they are targeted by someone with ulterior motives?"

"Yes, the world is becoming more corrupt, and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be. The dandies in the capital might take advantage of their power to bully Princess Yao'er, and those with evil intentions might even become servants in the palace!"

"Take my advice and find a trustworthy and respected elder from the clan to take good care of the princess and the little princess!"

Princess Jing'an heard the concerns of these clan members and felt annoyed.

She sighed in her heart: "I was just looking for an excuse to eat the whole family. I had only heard about it before, but I didn't expect it to be my real life experience. Fortunately, the Queen is here..."

The queen's words were enough to silence all the rumors of the clan members.

Princess Jing'an was a little relieved because Chu Wuji did not go fishing today and participated in the memorial service for Prince Jing'an. She was afraid that the clan elders would make fun of Chu Wuji's identity.

Pavilion Master Fan also came to the banquet. She thought there would be a roast goose made by Chu Wuji, but it turned out to be empty. She muttered:

"Is the Li family trying to take the blame for Prince Jing'an? They're relying on their family connections to even dare to target Prince Jing'an's mansion?"

The people who came from the Wen family were all juniors, and core figures such as the clan leader did not dare to enter the capital, so they drew lots and caught a few unlucky people to express their condolences.

Because they were really worried before and almost thought they had lost the family tree!

The younger generations of the Wen family understood what the Li family meant and looked unhappy, but they were not of the same generation and could not get involved.

With Queen Wen around, it is not the younger generation's turn to speak.

The Li family also changed their tone quickly. They no longer expressed concern, but instead praised Wen Yi's virtues.

While they were still making up stories about Wen Yi's glorious deeds, the middle-aged man in a white Confucian robe came over to Princess Jing'an with a wine glass in hand and tried to get close to her.

However, before Wen Yi could say anything, Princess Jing'an sent him away without any mercy.

She didn't even look at Wen Yi, and said coldly with an expressionless face:

"Sorry, I just want to be alone. I'm not in the mood for small talk. Please help yourself."

Wen Yi looked embarrassed, then came closer to the little princess and smiled like an elder:

"Princess Yao'er, do you still remember your uncle? I came to drink your wine when you were one year old!"

After finishing his words, he reached out and tried to pull Yao'er to his side, trying to act like an elder.

But before his hand could touch the little princess, it was blocked by Chu Wuzhi.

Wen Yi frowned, still unsure of the identity of this white-haired man. He put on a polite manner and asked:

"Who is this little brother?"

Wen Yaoer sat obediently in Chu Wuzhi's arms like a kitten, enjoying the strong male's body temperature and avoiding the cold of deep winter. She didn't want to move.

The girl helpfully replied, "This is Yao'er's brother. He can fight bears, beat up ghosts, and protect me and my mother. He's really awesome!"

The neighboring table not far away,

The Li family closely followed Wen Yi's situation. Seeing him encounter setbacks everywhere, they were worried about him!

If we can't even start a conversation or improve the relationship, how can there be any follow-up progress?

Li and the elders whispered:

"Is that white-haired man a servant in the palace? Yao'er is so close to him, I'm afraid he's the gigolo kept by Princess Jing'an!"

"This won't work. Uncle, please use your magical powers quickly. We're almost done with the meal..."

"Alright, I'll conjure up the ghost of Prince Jing'an and use him to slander the white-haired man, saying that he intends to take possession of the princess' body!"

Because Wen Yi's approach just now was too bumpy, it is necessary to establish an enemy, and an enemy who intends to harm the Jing'an Palace, so as to reflect the necessity of Wen Yi!

The man from the Li family, known as Third Uncle, was reminded by his master when he was learning this little trick that he must pay attention to whether there are any cultivators who understand spiritual energy in the field, otherwise it will be easy for something to go wrong!

Uncle San focused his attention on the white-haired young man. There was no aura of spiritual energy flowing, so it seemed that there was no problem.

"Good blood and qi, but not much spiritual energy. The princess probably saw this handsome young man's strong body and fierce fighting spirit, so she recruited him as a servant! Widows from wealthy families are at the age of succumbing to earth, so this kind of thing often happens!"

*

The dinner was gradually coming to an end.

After all, it was deep winter, and the temperature dropped sharply after nightfall, so everyone wanted to leave.

At this moment, someone exclaimed, "Look, it's Prince Jing'an! His spirit has appeared! Does he have something to say to us?"

Everyone was surprised and stood up to look over, and sure enough, they saw a translucent ghost.

The pale ghost slowly floated closer, and everyone saw his face clearly. It was indeed Prince Jing'an!