"But, the next day, I saw white banners rising everywhere on the west mountain..."

My hands subconsciously grabbed Aunt Hong's hand.?    ?

"The white flags all over the mountain fluttered in the wind, dyeing the mountain white. At that time, I couldn't believe my eyes, and I just thought I was seeing snow, but how could the snow be that white?"

“…”

"Then, I heard the song of soul-summoning."

"Song of Conjuring..."

According to the folk custom of Xichuan, after death, relatives will hold up the close-fitting clothes that the deceased wore during his lifetime, climb onto the roof, shouting the name of the deceased while singing in the wind, telling the farewell and sooing the sorrow of parting. Their singing is sorrowful, called calling the soul, in the hope that the deceased can understand the living's indifference and look back.

"Later, everyone came, and I realized that it was the wife who passed away."

As she said this, her voice was already choked and unspeakable. After a while, she said in a hoarse voice: "I know that according to Miss's temperament and methods, those ladies on the road would not take them seriously at all. However, when the eldest lady passed away, the woman would be even less concerned. If the eldest lady came back, it would be even more difficult, so-" She glanced at me and didn't say anything more.

So, she sent me a letter.

She knew that when I got this news, I would definitely not be obedient again, but if I returned to Xichuan, I would have to face everything alone, and the situation was difficult to imagine, so she repeatedly told me in the letter not to come back.

In fact, at that time, when I left Xichuan, I had no intention of looking back. After receiving the news, I became more determined to my heart.

So, I didn't go back to Xichuan again.

I entered the palace and spent those years with my eyebrows and eyes down, thinking that I could leave the palace smoothly, have a new identity and a new life.

But everything is just my delusion.

How can it be as satisfactory as possible...

"Miss," Aunt Hong's hand gently covered the back of my hand, as gentle as every time she helped me toddler learn to walk: "Don't be sad."

I looked up at her and shook my head gently.

Although my face was pale and my body was shaking, I didn't cry, and there was no tears. It seemed that she was saddering than me.

I'm not sad.

After a while of silence, I spoke again, my voice a little hoarse: "Where is my dad?"

Aunt Hong looked at me in surprise, then said, "Miss, do you know everything?"

I was silent and nodded slightly.

"When people from Xishan saw me, they called him the 'private son', but now they have called him the 'head of the family'. Of course I know what I had given birth to."

"Yes..." Aunt Hong said softly: "Old Master, he has passed away."

"How is it-"

"Depression becomes a disease."

"Depression... becomes disease..."

"Yes. In fact, after the eldest lady left, the old master's health was not very good. The decoctions were constantly coming, but the results were not improved. The winter seven years ago was too cold and the old master couldn't get through it."

That winter seven years ago?

That is, the winter I spent when I was in Jixiang Village and was once the daughter-in-law of the Liu family?

That winter was indeed very cold. What I remember most was when I saw the light cold in the dungeon. The biting cold penetrated every inch of my skin, making it difficult for me to breathe. And the day he left me, the icy rain was pouring and the biting cold was almost frozen into ice.

It turned out that year, my father also...

"Where is he buried?"

"Xishan."

"Back Mountain?"

"Yes, the spiritual position is worshipped in the ancestral temple."

"Where is my mother? She is also worshipped in the back mountain?"

"……No."

I looked up at Aunt Hong: "No?"

Aunt Hong stopped crying, but her eyes were filled with tears of mourning, and she said softly: "The old master and that woman did not worship the lady's spiritual seat..."

Is there no sacrifice to my mother's spiritual position?

"We can't find where the lady was buried."

“…”

I was frozen.

"Miss..."

Aunt Hong called me, and she couldn't help but burst into tears. Her crying was not only mourning, but also the helplessness she experienced over the years and the grievances she felt when she saw me. I watched this woman who grew up holding me and gave me all the warmth of a mother. She slowly stood up from the water, regardless of the cold air, soaked my wet body into the cold, stretched out her slightly trembling arm, and hugged Aunt Hong into her arms.

She was in my arms and cried like a child.

But I can't cry

My pale face was pressed against Aunt Hong's slightly impulsive shoulders, and my eyes were so dark that they were not light at all.

My mother was not worshipped.

As the eldest lady of the Yan family who used to be, or perhaps still now, I know very well that people from the Yan family will be buried in the back mountain after their death. But there are only two situations, and the spiritual position will not be worshipped.

First, it means that this person does not belong to the Yan family at all and was expelled from the Yan family.

Second, this person dies from a bad life and is in danger of being in trouble and cannot enter the ancestral temple.

Which is my mother?

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Aunt Hong and I delayed in the bathroom for a long time until the end of the bathing soup was cold. Aunt Hong still wrapped me up with a soft blanket and gently wiped the water from her body. Then several maids came in and served me to put on my clothes.

After dressing neatly, he almost fucked his head, and putting some moisturizing makeup on his back, several maids left.

Aunt Hong took me out. When she went out, she suddenly remembered something and whispered to me: "Miss, those old guys all want to pay homage to the lady."

I thought about it and said, "I don't rush this time now."

Aunt Hong's eyes lit up: "Miss is planning to stay for a long time?"

"I won't talk about these for now."

Nothing is meaningless to me before retrieving Li'er.

I just hope that Yan Qingchen will not really anger me.

Aunt Hong looked at me, but didn't say anything else, and led me out. Just after passing a screen, she saw Pei Yuanxiu standing in front of the window over there, looking at the scenery outside.

He seemed to have finished bathing, wearing a white robe, and his loose dress drapes fell down, tied with a belt, forming a slightly idle curve. His head was also scattered behind his head, like a pure black and soft satin, which added a bit of elegant fairy spirit to him.

This is not the first time I see him wearing white clothes, but it is the first time I see him wearing Nishikawa's clothes.

It feels a little strange.

At this time, he had heard our footsteps, turned his head and saw me, and he seemed to be stunned. After a while, he walked slowly over, took my hand, looked me up and down, his eyes were full of admiration.

I said, "What's wrong?"

"you are so Beautiful."

I was wearing a long white dress like him, with a loose lapel revealing her slender neck and bony collarbone. The clothes were not tied, but the soft lines were hanging down to make the person's body look as long as flowing water.

Because of what the people in the Central Plains said, Xichuan still retains some ancient and old things. Only Xichuan people have such simple clothes. He has never seen me wear such clothes, but this praise makes me feel a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, after Aunt Hong sent me out, she consciously stepped back as soon as she saw him.

I said softly, "Don't talk nonsense."

He only smiled for a moment, said nothing, and held me tightly with his hands in the bathtub. A maid had already come over and led us to the table, where exquisite wine and food were prepared. After using some, he took us to an exquisite room.

I see that the tower is quite large and is planned in an orderly manner, with baths, living rooms and even bedrooms all available. However, except for the bathroom, the partitions of many rooms are not walls, but elegant screens. The translucent screens include ink and water, landscapes, characters, flowers and birds, and people walking in it, as if they were swimming in a painting. However, if no one carries it, it is really easy to get lost.

"Miss, this is the room prepared by the head of the family for you. Please have a good rest. Tomorrow morning, there will be a carriage to pick up the lady back home."

After saying that, the maid stepped down.

It seems that today, I can’t see Yan Qingchen anymore.

I felt a little weak. As soon as I sighed, I felt my body lightening. Pei Yuanxiu picked me up horizontally. Before he could speak, he had already carried me to the bed and fell asleep. He lay down and hugged me tightly in his arms.

"Yuan Xiu!"

I let out a low voice, feeling his hands wrapping against my waist, burying his head between my neck and taking a deep breath.

Suddenly my neck became cold and hot.

Not only was my taste absorbed by him, he seemed to have dyed his breath on my body. Through the thin white scent, I could immediately feel the temperature of his body. I hurriedly looked back at him and pressed his hand on one hand: "Yuan Xiu, I-I am not in the mood..."

He looked up at me, was silent for a moment, and then smiled faintly: "I know."

“…”

"Don't worry, I'm just holding you to sleep."
To be continued...