The day of Cheng Tinglan's funeral was the beginning of winter, and even the old lady who had retired to worship Buddha in the mountains came back.

The Jiang Cheng family also had a prosperous life, but it ended today. It was inevitable that it would be a pity for people to part with death.

Cheng Ying broke into Jiang's mansion, pressed Jiang Hengzhi to the ground and beat him away, but did not appear again for a few days.

Xiaoman returned to the palace and was depressed for a long time, and his heart was hollow and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

She was not familiar with Cheng Tinglan. When she was in the prime minister's house, she would occasionally receive clothes and jewelry from her, and when she met, she would only smile at her kindly.

Because many servants in the mansion were polite and were not very respectful to her, she rarely came to others to make people dislike him.

In my memory, Mrs. Cheng is a dignified and gentle mother who loves children very much.

Once, she encountered Mrs. Cheng tied her hair on Jiang Yuefu in the garden. At that time, she hoped that she and Tao Si could get along so warmly.

It was just that luck made people beat people. Cheng Tinglan died on the same day at the hands of his daughter in the second year after Tao Si's death.

Both of them loved their daughters before their death, and were extremely disappointed with Jiang Hengzhi. They began to be very different, but their fate was the same.

On the beginning of winter, the sky that had been cloudy for several days finally cleared up, and the sun was rare.

The sunlight shines on the mourning clothes, and the whiteness is coated with warm light, which looks a bit ironic.

Jiang Heng knew that he was demoted to the fourth rank of the official, and even the funeral was limited, but there were still a steady stream of people coming to worship.

Some of them were promoted by him and had favors to him.

There were also some people who resented him, who were present in person just to see his current downfall.

On the day of the funeral, Xiaoman wore a plain white dress and only a jade hairpin was inserted into his bun.

Zhou Gongyu accompanied her to Jiang Mansion. Looking around, she was filled with solemn white and endless figures, but she felt unreasonable coldness.

Although Jiang Hengzhi is not at a high level now, he is also the former prime minister. It is not uncommon for the prince to come to attend his wife's funeral.

Xu Yan was arrogant and unrestrained in the palace, and even the queen was angry. Zhou Gongyu took the matter, which caused a lot of discussion. He and Xu Yan became the target of public criticism.

When Xiaoman appeared in Jiang Mansion with him, he attracted the attention of all the guests, including some female guests, who looked at her with pity.

Zhou Gongyu looked calm and turned his face to her and said, "Be careful yourself and come to see you when I finish dealing with it."

Female guests usually separate from male guests. Xiaoman didn't want to face the look of a group of strangers, so he went to the mourning hall with Bai Yan.

The eyes were covered with bleak white, and only a dark coffin was placed in the center, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Cheng Tinglan's close relatives are gone. Now the only people who are qualified to wear mourning for her, burn incense and paper money are Cheng Ying and her children, as well as the gray-haired Jiang Hengzhi.

However, today only Jiang Chi is left. If it weren't for blood relatives, ordinary people would not want to stay for a long time, so as not to get unlucky.

It is said that Cheng Tinglan's death was serious, but the mansion was so chaotic, and there were so many servants that day, and there were not many resentment towards Jiang Yuefu for a long time. The saying of killing her mother could not help but spread.

On the same day, Xiaoman also returned to the Jiang Mansion and was also named a star of the Death Gate, saying that she had killed her biological mother and the eldest lady.

Xiaoman had never seen Jiang Chi so silent. He was like he had his claws pulled out and beaten to the bruised beasts. Even his back became fragile, as if he was vulnerable.

Jiang Chi raised his face and looked at Xiaoman.

"Why are you coming?"

Xiaoman took the incense chopsticks from the table and was about to light them, but Jiang Chi grabbed them. He said in a cold tone: "If it weren't for the sincerity, why should you pretend to be hypocritical?"

"Jiang Chi, it's not just you who lost your mother."

Jiang Chi patted the incense chopsticks and lined up the table. His red eyes were filled with tears, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How can Tao Si compare with my mother.

I knew you were here to ridicule.

Now that I have no mother, you must be thinking in your heart that I deserve it, right?

You should be happy now, right?"

When Tao Si left, he cursed Xiaoman and tore up her mother's suicide note, without saying a good word. Now it's his turn.

Jiang Chi clenched his fists, his chest fluctuated violently, and he tried to resist his embarrassment and fragility, as if he would hit someone as long as she dared to laugh.

Xiaoman naturally would not cause any harm to himself, let alone ridicule him on the day someone loses his mother, which is truly unethical.

Jiang Chi is not moral, but she cannot be like him.

Death is like a lamp extinguishing. All kinds of life are turned into a wisp of light smoke and suddenly disappear, and the grudges are gone.

"You don't have to do this. I came today just to worship Mrs. Jiang, and I didn't care about the past with you."

It's a bad thing, she can let go of it herself, so why does Jiang Chi still hold on to it? It's true that people can't figure it out.

The incense chopsticks cannot be extinguished until the coffin is set tomorrow. The younger generation must continue to refill the incense.

Jiang Yuefu was mentally ill and must have been locked up now. Cheng Ying was stimulated and disappeared. Only Jiang Chi was left. He was silently burning the incense here. He had not closed his eyes for a night and had to wait until dawn tomorrow to rest. Now he is still tired blue-black.

"Jiang Chi, it's time to continue the fragrance."

Xiaoman reminded.

Jiang Chi glanced at her, wiped away her tears and silently burned the incense.

Xiaoman stood in front of the tablet without saying a word. Looking at Bai Bai, he suddenly recalled something and asked, "When my mother passed away, there seemed to be no funeral in the mansion."

She stopped the coffin for seven days, performed rituals, and the guests came to worship. She was not even able to put on a mourning uniform like Jiang Chi, and personally burned incense and kept the spirits.

When she woke up with a high fever, Tao Si had been buried in a hurry.

Jiang Chi knelt in front of the brazier, burning yellow paper silently, and after a while, he said, "Do you resent me?"

She was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to answer, he spoke to himself: "I have nothing now, my family is in decline, my former friends disdained me, were ridiculed by others, and were also taken into slander.

Now that even my mother is gone… Jiang Xiaoman, do you feel relieved?”

The yellow paper was licked by the flames, and the flames quickly went out again. The paper ash drifted upwards with the heat, and then slowly fell on her shoulders.

The cooled yellow paper is left with only the withered ash, which dissipates at the touch.

The same is true for many people's lives, suffering and swaying, and finally dissipating like dust, without even a sound.

"Jiang Chi, I have no resentment towards you, and I can't say I'm forgiven.

It is best if there is no intersection between me and you.

The misery of others cannot replace everything I have suffered, so I have no idea of ​​relieving my anger.

You are experiencing your pain yourself, and so do I.

It’s not that you are in pain, so the suffering I have suffered can be offset.

I don’t hate you and don’t want to see you. Can you understand?”

Xiaoman gave Jiang Chi face in front of Cheng Tinglan's mourning hall.

The maids were kneeling in the yard, and the only ones were in the mourning hall.

The fire was printed on Jiang Chi's face, illuminating the water in his eyes and mottled tears on his face.

“Not forgiven?

What about the prince...is he special?

You liked him at the beginning, but he caught him back to the mansion.

Now that you are living in the Eastern Palace without name, he has fallen in love with someone else in less than two months.

How cold and weak the royal family is, do you think it is different?

Now, I still have to stay by his side, letting others laugh at him and look coldly..."

"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Chi's throat became hoarse. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be stuck in a stone and it was unbearable.

He pinched his sleeves, looked at Cheng Tinglan's ranking, and said, "My mother has been looking forward to my marriage. She has also asked whose lady I like, but I have never answered her. Do you know why?"

Xiaoman's steps of leaving suddenly stopped, his expression became strange, he frowned and looked at him, waiting for him to finish his words.

"Actually, I'm not that bad. I don't like to speak bad words to others. I like to bully and insult anyone. I'm just afraid... If you say it, you must feel disgusting and terrifying, but there's no way, Jiang Xiaoman, if I don't have this kind of relationship with you, I won't bully you like this. Then, is it possible that what you like, is it possible that it's not the prince..."

"You wait."

After Xiaoman asked him to stop, his whole body was like thunder. He hadn't come back to his senses for a long time and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

If one day a brother who bullies you, insults and mocks you since childhood, and looks for you to be unhappy, suddenly says that he likes you, those bullies are just out of fear of being discovered, what should you do?

Xiaoman didn't know what, so she turned around and was about to leave, but she bumped into someone's arms.

She didn't have to look at it, just by relying on the touch of the fabric and the cold fragrance on her body, she knew who this person was.

Immediately afterwards a figure passed by her side, and a "pop" sounded from the mourning hall.

The slap was loud and crisp, and with all my strength, the sound even echoed faintly in the empty mourning hall. Just hearing it makes me feel my face hurt.

Jiang Hengzhi's eyes were so angry that he pointed at Jiang Chi tremblingly. He slapped again. Jiang Chi's cheeks were swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He was beaten to the point of tilting his side, as if he was beaten and scolded.

"You beast! You are rebellious! You are dirtying your mother's ears!"

Jiang Hengzhi was so angry that he almost jumped up. He tore Jiang Chi's mourning clothes, pulled him to Cheng Tinglan's coffin, and pressed his head to the ground.

"Acknowledge your mother's mistakes, say you are talking nonsense, you are crazy about gaining and losing your heart, you are talking nonsense!"
To be continued...