Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 438 Death of illness

After finally getting rid of Wu Lin'er, Zhao Wangshu felt exhausted both physically and mentally. He returned to Linglong Courtyard, collapsed on the couch, and stared at the beams in a daze.

"Mom." A cute voice came from the door.

Zhao Wangshu didn't get up either. He turned over lazily and looked up at the door. "Yu'er."

Little Yunyu didn't want his nanny to support him, nor did he want her to hold him in her arms. He held onto the door frame and tried hard to lift his short legs high, trying to step over the threshold.

After failing to make it the first time, Xiao Yunyu did not get discouraged and tried again.

"Little master, let the nurse carry you in." The nurse tried to persuade the stubborn little fellow again.

Zhao Wangshu smiled, "Let him come in by himself."

The wet nurse had no choice but to watch from the side. Little Yunyu was sweating profusely before he stepped over the threshold and stumbled towards his mother.

"Good boy." Zhao Wangshu bent down and stretched out his hands, wanting to hug his son who was running towards him.

Xiao Yunyu stopped and stretched out a clenched fist with a ball in the palm.
Zhao Wangshu narrowed his eyes, examined it carefully, and asked uncertainly: "Is this a butterfly?"

The nurse smiled and said, "Just now the young master saw this butterfly in the garden and insisted on catching it and giving it to the young mistress."

"Thank you, son." Zhao Wangshu got down from the couch, kissed Xiao Yunyu's face, wrapped the butterfly on his hand with a handkerchief, put it aside, and hugged Xiao Yunyu to wash his hands.

Using a scented soap to wash the little guy's hands, Zhao Wangshu carried his son back to the couch and sat him down. "Son, drink some water. It's so hot, and you've been sweating a lot."

After feeding the little guy half a cup of water, he started to make a fuss and wanted to get off the bed.

Zhao Wangshu had no choice but to put shoes on him and take him to play in the shade of the yard.

She is at home taking care of her children, and her life is leisurely and peaceful.

Yun Hao was very busy in the court, leaving home early and returning late every day.

The days passed one by one, and on the day after the Ghost Festival, Zhao Wangshu received another visiting card from Wu Lin'er.

This time, Zhao Wangshu found an excuse to refuse and took his son back to her parents' home.

Let Xiao Youyou take care of the two younger brothers, while Zhao Wangshu and Song Yuanqu play cards with Zhao Cui.

Just when they were having fun, someone came to the Princess's residence and said to Song Yuanqu, "Aunt, the Princess wants you to go back."

"Is there anything wrong?" Song Yuanqu asked.

The old woman laughed awkwardly and said, "The princess misses her aunt."

Song Yuanqu didn't believe this because she had just gone back to see her mother a few days ago.

Zhao Cui knew that this was something that she couldn't say in front of her and Zhao Wangshu, "Brother Yin's wife, you should go back."

"Yes, grandma." Song Yuanqu asked the servants to prepare the carriage and followed her mother's mother back to her parents' home.

On the way, she asked, "What happened? Tell me."

"County Lady Chunjuan is dead." the old woman replied.

Song Yuanqu was stunned. "Zhao Shuqing died? How could it happen so suddenly?"

Although she hadn't seen Zhao Shuqing for a long time, she heard from the servants that she was still quite noisy.

People who are energetic and lively must be in good health.

"She has been sick all the time. The court doctor prescribed medicine for her, but she refused to take it properly. On the night of the Ghost Festival, she suddenly screamed, 'Ghosts are coming, ghosts are coming.' This morning, she kept coughing up blood and died." The old woman replied.

Song Yuanqu and Zhao Shuqing were not close and they did not spend much time together, but it was inevitable that he felt a sense of regret that Zhao Shuqing passed away due to illness at such a young age.

"She just left like that, it's really..." Song Yuanqu shook his head and didn't say anything else.

After returning to the princess's mansion, Song Yuanqu went to see Princess Duancheng, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha, chanting sutras.

Song Yuanqu waited for her to recite the sutra before he stepped forward to help her, "Mother."

"You're back." Princess Duan Cheng looked at her and said, "Have you heard about Shu Qing's incident?"

"Yeah, I heard about it." Song Yuanqu nodded.

"Now that she's gone, I feel very uneasy." Princess Duan Cheng frowned. She adopted Zhao Shuqing as her adopted daughter in order to protect Song Huai from disaster.

But now, Song Huai was not even eighteen years old, and Zhao Shuqing had died. Without someone to protect her from disaster, she was worried that the disaster would fall on her son.

"Mother, the death of Zhao Shuqing might be God's will, and it is not something that can be controlled by human power." Song Yuanqu did not believe in the idea of ​​people warding off disasters, but since it concerned Song Huai, she did not dare to persuade him, and could only follow Princess Duan Cheng's wishes.

Princess Duan Cheng sighed, "Perhaps you are right. Who can truly understand God's will? But I just can't let it go."

"Mother, how about I and my sister-in-law go to the temple and copy scriptures for a few days to pray for my brother?" Song Yuanqu asked tentatively.

Princess Duan Cheng pondered for a moment and said, "Let me ask the master first."

"Okay." Song Yuanqu frowned slightly. She was very worried about the master, and asked her mother to find another person to ward off disaster for Song Huai.

"You take care of Zhao Shuqing's funeral." Princess Duancheng knelt in front of the Buddha again.

"I didn't tell my mother-in-law about this when I came out. I will go back and inform her." Song Yuanqu said.

"Okay, go quickly and come back soon." Princess Duancheng began to recite scriptures.

Song Yuanqu left the Buddhist temple, arranged for his servants to set up the mourning hall, and sent people to Zhaojiazhuang to inform Zhao Shuqing's father of the death.

Only after everything was arranged did Song Yuanqu return to her husband's home.

Seeing Song Yuanqu coming back, Zhao Wangshu, who had just finished lunch, asked with concern: "Has sister-in-law had lunch?"

"Not yet." Song Yuanqu shook his head.

Zhao Wangshu hurriedly ordered his servants, "Hurry up and make a few dishes and bring them up."

Song Yuanqu waved his hand and said, "No need to bother. I'm not hungry. Just a bowl of noodles will do."

Zhao Wangshu noticed the solemnity on Song Yuanqu's face, so he didn't force it and just winked at the maid.

The maid took the order and left. Song Yuanqu stepped forward and saluted Zhao Cui and Zhao Li, "Grandma, mother-in-law, Zhao Shuqing died of a sudden illness. My mother hopes that I can go back and help with her funeral."

Zhao Wangshu was not surprised to hear that Zhao Shuqing had passed away. Zhao Shuqing had been in poor health and had always been sickly. It was incredible that she could live so long.

"Then you go back and help take care of it. We will help take care of the two children." said Zhao Li.

"Thank you, mother-in-law." Song Yuanqu bowed gratefully.

"Go back to your room and pack your things. Stay at your parents' house for the time being. Don't run back and forth. It's too tiring." Zhao Li said sympathetically.

"Yes." Song Yuanqu returned to the yard to pack his luggage, and the maid brought in the noodles.

After eating the noodles, she found the two children again and told Xiao Youyou, "Mom is going to be away for a few days. You have to take care of your brother, listen to grandma, and don't be naughty."

"Yoyo, be good and never be naughty." Little Yoyo pouted.

Song Yuanqu smiled and touched her head, "Mom was wrong. Our Youyou is the best behaved. With Youyou looking after her brother, Mom feels relieved."

"Yoyo will take good care of her brother." Little Yoyo held little Juner's hand and said seriously.

Song Yuanqu handed the two children to Zhao Li, and then took a carriage back to her parents' home.

Finally Zhao Shuqing was written to die, what a pitiful person.