Within half an hour, the incident of Wen's punishment for Wen Zhongzhong spread throughout the capital, and people on the streets and alleys were discussing this matter.

The emperor naturally heard it and was furious again. He announced that the prefect of Jingzhao entered the palace and ordered him to find out the case within one day.

The prefect of Jingzhao naturally did not dare to delay. After returning, he ordered people to punish Wen Zhong again. Wen Zhong could not stand it and all recruited them. The prefect of Jingzhao entered the palace again with his confession. The emperor became even more furious and immediately sentenced him to the death.

The news reached Wen's mansion. Mrs. Wen Zhong, who had just been awakened by the doctor, fainted again. The servants in the mansion were panicked and turned around.

The Minister of Revenue and his wife had already returned to the mansion. No one in the mansion was in charge of the overall situation, so the housekeeper had to go to find Mr. Da.

The eldest gentleman has been lying in bed these days, not eating or drinking, and has lost weight all over the place.

The butler entered the house carefully. Seeing the eldest gentleman like this, he didn't know whether he should say it.

"What's up?"

He noticed his desire to speak but stopped, the eldest gentleman asked.

The housekeeper had to reply, "There is no one in charge in the mansion now. It's time to get the wife to be buried, look..."

The eldest gentleman moved his eyes and turned his head to look at him, "Where is Wen Zhong?"

In the past few days, people have been sent to the mourning hall, and there is only one person guarding him. Although he knows that Wen Zhong has been captured, he doesn't dare to tell him.

"He, he was taken away..."

The eldest gentleman suddenly stood up, and when he was halfway up, he fell back and lay down, "What's going on?"

The housekeeper told the matter in a simplified manner.

After hearing this, the eldest gentleman looked blankly at the roof.

After a long time, a misty voice made, "I'll be buried tomorrow, and I'll just accompany her son for a while."

The butler probably stepped back. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked back at the room, shook his head gently, and turned around and ordered.

The next day, the deathly Wen Mansion cried again, and the servants in the mansion came in and out, but there was not even a person to pay their respects in front of the mansion. It was deserted and not as quiet as the ordinary people's homes.

Everyone who saw it shook their heads and sighed. A few days ago, this place was still an unattainable residence of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. In just a few days, the Minister's head fell to the ground, and the Wen Mansion plummeted, and there was not even a person supporting the storefront.

The sound of horse hooves came, and everyone looked at it in the sound. A carriage drove from far to near quickly. It stopped at the door of the Wen Mansion. A man got off the carriage and walked towards the mansion without hesitation.

"Who is this?"

Someone asked curiously.

Everyone onlookers shook their heads.

...

"uncle."

After the tribute in front of the spirit, Zheng Qian saluted Ang Lee. After being impolite for two hours yesterday, Li Ang Lee woke up. After waking up, he heard that Wen was going to punish Wen Zhong for his crimes, and he remained silent.

Hearing Zheng Qian's shouting, he just nodded to him silently.

Zheng Qian didn't care. He was instructed by Duke Qi today to earn a good reputation from the people. Ang Lee's attitude was not important.

Xu Ling'er was also there. Wen'er had woken up. When he learned that Huo was going to be buried today, he almost fainted from crying and asked Xu Ling'er to send Huo's last journey on her behalf.

"You're here."

Seeing that Ang Lee didn't say anything, Xu Ling'er stepped forward.

Zheng Qian nodded slightly and asked with concern, "How are you?"

Xu Ling'er's tears suddenly flowed down.

She was already petite and had a mourning clothes on her body, making her look even more weak and helpless.

Zheng Qian's heart moved and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. Xu Ling'er turned her head and avoided it. She wiped herself, turned around and walked out, and Zheng Qian followed.

They went to the house where Xu Ling'er and Wen lived a few days ago. The moment they entered the door, Xu Ling'er's feet became soft and Zheng Qian supported her in time.

Xu Ling'er grabbed Zheng Qian's hand tightly like a drowning person, and looked at him sadly with tears in his eyes, "Young Master Zheng, you won't retire from my bride, are you?"

"Of course not!"

Zheng Qian's answer was very firm.

The Duke of Qi analyzed the pros and cons for him. At this time, it is best for him to not withdraw from his marriage. He can gain some good reputation and be beneficial to his future career.

The sadness in Xu Ling'er's eyes turned into joy, "Are you saying true? You really won't quit me?"

Her little daughter's delicate appearance made Zheng Qian feel rippled. "Of course it's true. From the day I got engaged with you, I decided that you were my wife. After this period of time, I will go to the employer and marry you as soon as possible."

Xu Ling'er hurriedly wiped away her tears, held his hand and sat down at the table, "You sit for a while, I'll make tea for you."

Before Zheng Qian could say no, she had already gone out with the teapot.

Looking at her back with a little joy, a smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Qian's mouth.

But after a while, Xu Ling'er brought in the teapot, poured a cup of tea in front of him, "Try it, this is the first time I've made tea for someone, and I don't know how skilled it is?"

Zheng Qian took a sip and nodded in praise, "Very good."

Xu Ling'er sat opposite him happily. When he finished drinking, she poured him another cup. Seeing that his face was sweating, she took a handkerchief to wipe him.

Zheng Qian was very helpful. He closed his eyes and let her wipe it clean, but he didn't notice that Xu Ling'er only helped him wipe his cheeks, and no other places were touched.

Before the second cup was finished, the maid came over to report that the funeral was about to be held and asked the two of them to go there quickly.

The servants had already carried the coffin and walked out. Behind the huge coffin, Zheng Qian, was the only guest. As soon as they went out, they naturally attracted the attention of the onlookers.

Zheng Qian raised his head specifically to let people see his appearance clearly.

"ah……"

I don't know who exclaimed in the crowd.

Zheng Qian raised his head a little higher.

More people exclaimed this time. Even Ang Lee, who had been silently lowering his head, noticed something was wrong. He turned his head and looked over. With just one glance, he changed his face and rushed over to grab Zheng Qian, "Who are you?"

Zheng Qian didn't understand why, "Uncle, I..."

Something fell to his mouth. Zheng Qian hurriedly pulled it, but a pain came from his face. He paused and then pulled it off.

"ah……"

The onlookers seemed to have seen a ghost and made even louder screams.

Zheng Qian stared blankly at the human skin mask in his hand, his mind was blank, and he even forgot to escape.

"Come!Come!"

Ang Lee shouted, "Catch him quickly!"

The housekeeper came over with the man. Seeing Zheng Qian wearing half a human skin mask on his face, he was stunned for a moment and hugged him the first, "Why don't you catch the man!"

In the distance, Song Wanyue and Gu Yi saw all this and the corners of their mouths curled up at the same time.
Chapter completed!