Chapter 695: Cousin Remarries 1
"Woo!"
Duke Xiao’s Mansion.
The white silk was hung high, and the crying continued.
In front of the solemn mourning hall, a woman in white mourning clothes was kneeling on the ground, burning paper money mechanically.
The firelight reflected on her face, burning the tears in her eyes.
At this time, the people who came and went to mourn did not cause her any emotional fluctuations at all.
"Ying'er..."
Suddenly at this moment, a hoarse voice came from behind the woman.
She remained unmoved, as if she hadn't heard it and never looked back.
But the next moment, there was another person beside her, and a certain cold fragrance.
In an instant, a big hand fell on her face and gently smoothed her tears.
The woman woke up as if from a dream and looked over blankly.
Her eyes were red and swollen, and she didn't know how long she had been crying.
When she looked over, there was still a daze in her eyes. She looked much more haggard and thinner.
"……aunt."
Sheng Huan finally saw the appearance of the person who came. Her lips were pale, and she wanted to pull them into an arc, but in the end, they drooped weakly.
"Don't cry." "Mrs. Fu Er" wiped away the tears from the woman's eyes. Her hands were broader than before, as if carrying some kind of power.
The woman looked at her, biting her lips lightly, her straight back seemed to be holding on to something, yet silently suppressing something.
"Mrs. Fu Er" had deep eyes. He leaned over, hugged the woman in his arms, and stroked her back with his big hands.
"I'm here, cry..."
Being embraced in a warm embrace, the woman could no longer control herself and burst into tears.
"Mrs. Fu Er" felt the wetness in her arms and gently patted the woman's back to comfort her.
At the tip of my heart, something is suppressed and surging.
He touched the woman's hair, lowered his eyes slightly, and finally, buried his fingers deeply in the woman's hair. His fingers became more and more tense.
Huiying... you've only been with Xiao Ye Ze for a short time, and you've already... fallen in love with him? How could you, fall in love with him?
"Aunt, my husband is gone. He..."
A few days ago, the neighboring country to the west launched a massive invasion. Xiao Ye Ze managed to turn the tide by resisting the poison, but his body was also completely...
"Mrs. Fu Er" heard the woman's trembling voice and saw her sad face. She couldn't help but hold her tightly in her arms again.
His eyes became deep again for a moment, hiding a ferocious beast about to be released from the cage.
Huiying, you clearly said that you loved me.
How can I... fall in love with someone else?
How could I call someone my husband! How could I really fall in love with him? How could I - cry like this for Xiao Ye Ze?
The second Madam Fu's grip became tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to hold the person in her arms forever.
In the end, he was afraid that he couldn't hold anything back, so he could only bury himself deeply in the woman's hair.
Listening to her increasingly fragmented cries, no one noticed that a certain paranoia in his eyes grew stronger.
"Mrs. Fu Er" raised her peripheral vision and looked towards the tablet high up.
Huiying, from now on, no one can take you away!
No one can! He looked away.
Sheng Huan was still crying. She lay in the arms of "Mrs. Fu Er". For a moment, she could clearly feel a dangerous aura.
Of course, she also felt that there was something wrong with this embrace. Too strong, too sturdy...
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During the wake, Sheng Huan had almost no appetite.
She also had almost no sleep every night.
midnight.
Sheng Huan still couldn't sleep. She put gold ingots into the brazier and looked up at the tablet silently.
Her back was too slender, and the blood vessels on her wrists were even more obvious, so fragile that they seemed like they would break if bent.
The woman's mind flashed through the man's smiling eyes, but she finally shook her head.
In the end...it's fate.
"Madam, it's too late. You haven't rested for several days. Go downstairs and rest first, otherwise you won't be able to hold on."
"Furong" then squatted down and held the woman's hand.
"No need." The woman didn't take it seriously. Her eyes were dull and she had lost all hope.
"I'll stay with my husband for a while longer."
She looked into the brazier and continued to throw gold ingots: "Furong, you can go back first. You don't have to accompany me."
"Furong" still wanted to hold the woman's hand, and she had even stretched out her hand.
The woman's eyebrows slightly raised, her almond eyes showing a kind of silent pain: "Furong, be obedient."
"Furong" paused with her fingertips, and she almost hugged her in her arms, but he couldn't refuse her words.
Finally, he went out.
On the other side of the wall, the woman was burning paper money in the house while "Furong" was watching the moon outside.
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After the funeral was over, Sheng Huan fell ill as expected.
She was drowsy and only felt someone hugging her and then feeding her medicine.
The cold fragrance at the tip of my nose seems to be getting closer.
"Huiying, be obedient."
"Take medicine..."
The woman opened her mouth unconsciously, and something bitter was fed into her mouth.
The corners of her lips were gently wiped with a handkerchief.
Fu Jinmo gave the medicine and touched the woman's forehead. It was no longer hot and she was obviously relieved.
When I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart felt more and more aching, as if it was soaked in cold water.
"Hui Ying."
The man stroked the woman's lips and stared at her intently. His usually calm and composed eyes were gone, replaced by... a dangerous darkness.
"We'll talk when you wake up."
She, the woman, spent more than a month in a daze.
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When she woke up again, a long, long time had passed.
"Madam, you are finally awake!" Furong saw Sheng Huan woke up and hurried over, serving tea and pouring water.
Sheng Huan leaned back against the headboard. She reached out and patted Furong's hand, her voice hoarse: "Thank you for your hard work these days..."
Hearing this, Furong quickly shook her head and said, "Madam, serving you is my duty."
"Madam, you have been lying down for a long time. You must be hungry. I will send someone downstairs to bring up some food."
Sheng Huan pursed his lips and said "hmm" softly.
After a while, a servant came in to help her dress up.
Sheng Huan felt extremely weak and looked powerless.
"lady!"
But at this moment, a maid ran in from outside the door. She bowed to Sheng Huan and said:
"The Emperor knows you've woken up, so he asked the guard Changji to send something over!"
"Your Majesty?" Sheng Huan looked confused, not knowing what was going on: "...Guard Changji?"
Why does the name of this guard Changji sound so familiar?
"Madam!" Furong slapped her forehead when she saw this, "It was my negligence."
"What's going on?" Sheng Huan looked over and asked.
"Madam, it is like this. A few days before you fell into a coma, the current emperor ascended the throne."
She paused and said, "He was the prince of the previous mansion."
Furong honestly told Sheng Huan what had happened in the past few days.
The more Sheng Huan listened, the wider his eyes widened, and he murmured almost subconsciously.
"My cousin, the prince... is the emperor..."
"Not only that, Madam." Furong smiled and said, "The Emperor also named you Princess Xinyi."
This is a princess! The emperor conferred the title of princess on two of them. Who would have thought that his wife would also become a princess? She thought at that time that she would be a princess at most.
"Princess?" Sheng Huan was even more confused and put down his chopsticks.
She seemed confused. It wasn't that long ago, so how could so many things happen at once?
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