Chapter 2012 I can’t let her become a lonely ghost

The next day.

Ye Siming rode on horseback and led two Langxu troops to the outside of Feng's mansion.

Master Feng heard that Marquis Yong Ye was ordered to come to express condolences on behalf of the emperor, and he quickly came to the door to welcome him.

Ye Siming turned over and dismounted, and after seeing Lord Feng's appearance, he frowned calmly.

A person could become haggard so quickly in just a few days.

Ye Siming had just met Mr. Feng half a month ago.

At that time, he was quite energetic.

Now, the ravine in front of Mr. Feng's eyes is deep and greenish from not sleeping well.

His face was sunken and thin, like a wandering soul, and his eyes were full of grief.

Ye Siming was silent for a moment.

Mr. Feng had already handed over his hand and staggered up.

"The Marquis is here to mourn my little daughter. I am grateful for the gift from the Emperor."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was bitter and hoarse.

Ye Siming turned around, took a gift box from the hands of the Langxu Army soldier and handed it over.

"The Emperor asked me to send you the Reincarnation Sutra. You can burn it to my wife in front of her coffin to help her pass away."

Mr. Feng reached out to take it and held it in his arms. His bloodshot eyes were full of red tears.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Lord Marquis..." He sighed heavily.

Ye Siming followed Mr. Feng into the mansion.

The Feng family was hung with silk flags, and many relatives, friends, and officials and colleagues came to pay their respects.

The Taoist priest invited by the Feng family was chanting sutras in the courtyard.

Someone entered the mourning hall and was helped out crying.

Ye Siming glanced around with his thin eyes.

Master Feng asked the maid to write down the names of the guests who came to mourn on paper.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes and said, "Write down my and the princess's names."

"The reason why she can come to visit this time is because she thought of it in advance, so she proposed to the emperor and asked me to come to appease Mr. Feng's grief."

Master Feng was startled when he heard this, and then raised his sleeves to wipe away tears.

"Thank you for your consideration, Princess."

He also thought that the emperor had always been angry at his daughter Feng Zhiyu's actions.

But I didn't expect that it would be the princess's contribution to arranging the arrival of Marquis Yongye today.

Guests who come to mourn will enter the mourning hall and send a stick of incense to the deceased.

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips slightly: "It's not convenient for me to go in, so I'll just take a look here. Lord Feng, go and do your work."

Master Feng nodded.

At this time, a sharp quarrel suddenly came from the mourning hall——

"I don't care! This is my daughter. I can't let her be alone in the mountains and become a ghost!"

Master Feng's expression changed, and he said to Ye Siming: "Master Marquis, I'd like to excuse you for now."

He hurriedly turned back and entered the mourning hall.

Ye Siming glanced sideways and saw Master Feng supporting Mrs. Feng, facing the relatives and elders of the Feng family.

An old man from the Feng family was admonishing the couple.

"I can understand your pain of losing a daughter, but according to the rules, unmarried women cannot be buried in ancestral graves, as it will ruin the feng shui!"

Mrs. Feng was in extremely poor mental condition. After hearing this, she spat in the hall.

"I don't care about these broken rules, my daughter, I have the final say! Get out of here, all of you!"

She picked up the pear on the altar table and threw it towards the old man.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Ye Siming frowned slightly, feeling that there was no need to stay any longer.

So he left with Lang Xu's army.

As soon as Ye Siming walked away, a young woman in civilian clothes chased her outside Feng's house.

She looked around in confusion.
Chapter completed!