Shang Ruyi opened his eyes wide and looked at the people standing at the door more and more clearly. The leader was Aunt Hui, who had a sad look on her face, and the person standing next to her, half held in her arms by her hand, was

Yu Wencheng, whose face was still stained with tears, and the rest of the family followed behind them.

Their faces were all looking towards the other side of the long street, as if they were eagerly anticipating something.

The most important thing is that they are all wearing white clothes!

The carriage came closer, and Shang Ruyi saw that not only were they wearing white clothes, but even the two large lanterns at the entrance of the Duke's Mansion had been changed to white at some point!

This is--

A horse whinnying in their ears brought everyone back to their senses, and Aunt Hui and the others noticed them and hurriedly responded.

Yu Wenye turned over and jumped off the horse, and walked forward eagerly. Shang Ruyi also hurriedly got off the carriage and followed him to the door. As soon as he stood still, he saw Yu Wencheng rushing towards him crying loudly.

, and put it into Yu Wenye's arms.

"Second brother..."

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

Shang Ruyi stood behind him, looking at his slightly swaying shoulders, as if the jade mountain was falling. She subconsciously took a step forward and put her hand on Yu Wenye's back. Aunt Hui came forward with red eyes.

: "Second Young Master, Young Madam, why are you back...? You are finally back."

At this time, they had no time to explain that the emperor suddenly returned to Luoyang today early. They only looked at the increasingly dull scene around them, and the servants with their heads lowered and looking sad. Yu Wenye's face turned pale and he said in a deep voice: "At home,

What happened?"

"Second brother, second brother..."

Yu Wencheng hugged his brother tightly, crying so hard that he was out of breath and even started to retching.

Aunt Hui burst into tears again and stretched out her hand to pat him on the back.

Yu Wenye's face became darker and darker, 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, behind them, at the other end of the long street, there was a sudden sound of carriages and horses. Everyone hurriedly turned around and saw a group of people walking slowly in front of them. Two people in white were leading the way.

He was wearing a white shirt and holding a white flag in his hand, swaying along the way, floating in the air like a ghost.

And on the carriage behind them, a huge, dark coffin came into view!

That is--

At this moment, Shang Ruyi shuddered all over, and saw that the person who came with the carriage to hold the coffin was actually Jin Yun, Guan Yunmu's confidant. Her face was full of tears, and she could not suppress her grief. She looked at Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi from a distance.

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 had already rushed forward to greet her. Yuwencheng, who was in Yu Wenye's arms, turned around and saw this scene. He cried loudly, turned around and ran towards the coffin, crying: "Mother."

!”

The sound of "Mother" shocked Shang Ruyi to the point of splitting his liver and gallbladder.

I saw Aunt Hui crying, and finally said slowly: "Second Young Master, madam, she is dead!"

This sentence was like a dry land thunder, exploding in Shang Ruyi's ears. She was completely stunned. It took her a while to come back to her senses. Tears were already rolling out like broken beads. She didn't dare to

He said with confidence: "Why, how could this happen?"

Aunt Hui cried: "A few days ago, news came back from Western Liaoning that my wife's condition was getting worse. But I heard that the war at Yanmen Pass was urgent, so we didn't dare to pass the news on, for fear of disturbing the second young master and his wife.

Young Madam, I didn’t know until the day before yesterday when the Duke’s letter came that I knew that Madam was already, already—we are waiting here today to greet Madam.”

She raised her head and looked at Yu Wenye, crying: "Second Young Master, my condolences..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the coffin in front.

Shang Ruyi stood there, unable to believe this fact for a long time, but what made her even more uneasy was that the straight back she was holding on to with her palms was trembling imperceptibly, but he was completely motionless.

It was as if a statue had been carved out of ice.

Yu Wenye's whole body froze.

Shang Ruyi hurriedly walked to his side, and saw that his usually cold and indifferent face was now as pale as paper, and his eyes were dark, as if something had been taken away from him.

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

Before she finished speaking, her heart sank.

Yu Wenye's hands were always rough, but they were also warm. Although their skin-to-skin contact lasted very little time, she knew that there was a fire in this man's heart that would make him always so hot and hot to face the world.

Some wind, frost, rain and snow.

But at this moment, he was so cold.

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

Shang Ruyi panicked and hugged him: "Second brother!"

Amidst her choked shouts, Yu Wenye's eyes finally trembled. He slowly lowered his head, looked at her, and then raised his head again, looking at the coffin that was getting closer and closer in front of him, like an indescribable mass.

The haze of avoidance shrouded his life.

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

"Mother……"

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In the next two days, the entire Yuwen family became 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 memorial services and wakes at home, but it is the first time that she has faced a person who has lost a loved one and has become so numb that he has lost his soul.

When she and Aunt Hui had discussed the major and minor matters of memorial service at home, they returned to the mourning hall, where everything had been arranged.

Above the lobby, a thick black curtain divides the lobby into two parts, the front and back. The coffin of the Duke's wife is placed at the back. In front of the curtain, there are incense candles and wax paper placed on the large sacrificial table, and a tall

The memorial tablet for the deceased’s spirit tablet reads: Respect the virtuous and virtuous officials of the ancestors, and the memorial tablet of Yun Mu.

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

She stood there quietly, looking at the fireworks in front of her - the curtains flying all over the hall, the busy servants, the guests who came to express their condolences. All of this was busy and lively, and she was heartbroken, as if it was 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 his face was as pale as paper.

Ever since the coffin was placed and the mourning hall was decorated, he had been kneeling there without any expression, no words, and not even a single tear.

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