The Rebirth of the First Daughter as the Head of the Family

Chapter 97 Fulfill his wish and take him home

Mrs. Zhang didn't say much, and ordered more guards to go on the road.

In the end, after getting into Zhang's mansion's carriage and going out of the city, Song Jinyue ordered the Duke's mansion's carriage to return directly to the Duke's mansion.

Several people took a carriage together.

Inside the carriage, Song Qinghua lowered her head, holding a handkerchief to the end of her eyes, her body twitching slightly.

The atmosphere in the carriage was exceptionally dead silent.

Looking at Song Qingyu's appearance, Zhang Dingzhi also knew that no matter what she said now, she would definitely not listen to it.

She looked at her cousin at the side again, and saw that she also had a heavy expression, and there was a touch of sadness in her face, which didn't make people feel distressed. She raised her hand and held her cousin's soft palm tightly.

Song Jinyue was in a trance, her hand was held by someone, and she instinctively shrank back, but the person holding her palm strengthened a little more, she looked up, and saw that it was Cousin Zhi.

Only then did he vaguely remember where they were going in the carriage now.

Pulling his lips, he tried to squeeze out a faint smile, trying to tell Cousin Zhi that she was fine.

But in the end, the sadness on his face couldn't be hidden.

Today, Cousin Zhi didn't have to accompany her to go there. Aunt Xie was worried about her, so she asked Cousin Zhi to accompany her on this journey.

When the carriage stopped, Song Jinyue's heart sank again.

But still bit the bullet and got out of the carriage.

Qiu Yun helped Song Qinghua get out of the carriage. Because the trip was a bit hasty and obscure, Song Qinghua didn't bring her personal maid out.

I saw a black lacquered nanmu coffin parked inside the ruined temple. On the original altar table in the temple, there are now memorial tablets and joss sticks. The young man who had previously delivered letters to the Duke’s mansion was kneeling on the ground in white filial attire. , Paper money was burning in the copper basin in front of him.

The boy was choking up and crying, while still throwing paper money into the copper basin, he murmured: "Master, take care of yourself along the way."

After saying that, the young man wiped away his tears again. Hearing the movement outside, he turned his head and saw Miss Song Qinghua at a glance. He hurriedly got up and rushed forward.

Kneeling in front of Song Qinghua with a "plop", she said sadly, "Miss Song, my son is gone..."

Just one sentence made Song Qinghua's eyes darken, her body go limp, and she passed out.

Song Jinyue hurriedly supported Song Qinghua to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Everyone worked together to support Song Qinghua into the ruined temple, found straw and spread it on the ground, and now they couldn't care about anything else, so they had to settle Song Qinghua down first.

Qiu Yun took the brocade quilt from the carriage again and covered it for Song Qinghua.

Song Jinyue knelt in front of Mr. Xu's spirit, burned some paper money for Mr. Xu, and whispered: "Mr. Xu, I'm sorry..."

She didn't know what to say.

Her heart seemed to be stuck in her throat, making her a little out of breath.

The eye sockets are slightly sour, and the tip of the nose is slightly red.

Finally shed a few tears.

Although she had never met him before, this person died here because of her, which made Song Jinyue feel guilty and remorseful.

I don't know if Mr. Xu can experience such a mysterious romance like her.

If there is an afterlife, I hope Mr. Xu can live a smooth and safe life.

Song Jinyue murmured in her heart.

The black lacquered coffin was open, the boy had already changed his son's shroud, and Mr. Xu found that it was covered with a white cloth.

Song Jinyue kowtowed a few more times before slowly getting up to look at Song Qinghua.

Song Qinghua opened her eyes in a trance, looking around helplessly, and when she saw that it was Song Jinyue who came, she suddenly remembered the purpose of today's trip.

For a moment, he couldn't stop sobbing again.

She lifted the brocade quilt, staggered towards the black lacquered coffin, grasped the coffin with both hands, and looked at the young man lying in the coffin with empty eyes.

Weeping uncontrollably, "You, you are so cruel..."

All the grievances turned into a single accusation in the end, an accusation with deep love.

Song Jinyue quietly stood by Song Qinghua's side and accompanied her from dawn to dark. Song Qinghua cried and fainted a few times, but continued to cry after waking up.

Although it is winter now, the road is blocked by snow and it is not easy to walk.

But after all, Mr. Xu can't be asked to stay here forever.

In the evening, seeing that Song Qinghua had finally calmed down a little, Song Jinyue stepped forward and discussed with her: "Sister Hua, why don't you take Mr. Xu back to Jiangnan tomorrow."

Song Qinghua was like a walking dead, staring blankly outside the house.

Nothing happens.

Song Jinyue sat down next to Song Qinghua, sighed slightly, and said, "I know sister Hua's heart is ashamed, but in the end, death cannot be resurrected, sister Hua, Mr. Xu definitely wants to see his parents sooner. "

At this moment, Song Qingyu nodded slightly as if she had listened, but her eyes still fell outside the ruined temple.

Seeing that she agreed, Song Jinyue got up and ordered the staff outside to leave for Jiangnan tomorrow.

A group of them pretended to be businessmen in the capital and went to Jiangnan to do business.

After all, Song Jinyue didn't want others to know their identities.

And Song Qinghua alone cannot bring Mr. Xu back to the south of the Yangtze River.

Early in the morning of the second day, the sky was still bright, and most of the snow on the road had disappeared. The young man covered Mr. Xu's coffin, and everyone set off for the south of the Yangtze River.

Along the way, apart from eating, everyone did not rest much.

Song Qinghua didn't drink a drop of water along the way, no matter how much anyone persuaded her, she insisted on refusing to use a drop of water.

Song Jinyue had no choice but to give up and wait until Jiangnan.

This was Song Jinyue's first trip to Jiangnan in her two lives, but this time due to the heavy atmosphere, Song Jinyue didn't bother to watch the scenery outside the window along the way.

When they arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, it was already the morning of the second day. Song Jinyue and Zhang Dingzhi did not go to Xu's Mansion. They stayed in the inn and asked the servant to accompany Song Qingyu to the Xu Mansion.

Song Jinyue deliberately asked Qiu Yun to guard Song Qinghua, and Zhang Dingzhi also sent his maidservant to go with Qiu Yun.

He told the two of them that if there was anything to do, they must speak back as soon as possible.

Although it was inconvenient for them to show up, Song Qinghua came with them. If anything happened to Song Qinghua, Song Jinyue would feel even more guilty and blamed.

In the house, Zhang Dingzhi accompanied her cousin, and saw that she hadn't stretched her eyebrows in the past two days, and she would always wake up when she slept in the carriage at night. Although she never disturbed her, Zhang Dingzhi still noticed the strangeness of her cousin carefully.

The cousin's eyes were dark and haggard, so Zhang Dingzhi persuaded, "Sister Yue, you haven't slept well all the way, and you're fine now, so you should sleep for a while."

Song Jinyue shook her head, "Cousin Zhi, I'm not sleepy."

"Be good, be obedient, if something happens to you, how do you want me to talk to grandma? You should think about grandma, not for yourself, she is getting old now..."

Zhang Dingzhi persuaded softly.

Grandma's life is extremely difficult. If something happens to my cousin, it will be my grandmother's life.

Song Jinyue reluctantly agreed to Cousin Zhi's proposal, lay down on the couch, and closed her eyes.

But in front of her eyes were all sister Hua's helpless, hesitant and desperate expressions.

(End of this chapter)