Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 439 Decent
Song Yuanqu felt that Zhao Shuqing most likely died young because she was helping Song Huai avoid disaster, and felt guilty towards Zhao Shuqing.

Deciding to give her a decent funeral, she personally selected the finest coffin and invited nuns from the capital to chant sutras for Zhao Shuqing's soul.

In the evening, the servant who went to Zhaojiazhuang came back and said, "Aunt, the county lady's father said that since the county lady has recognized the eldest princess as her mother, she is a member of the Song family. He is just a commoner and it is difficult for him to marry into a noble family, so he will not come here to offend others."

Song Yuanqu sighed softly. Zhao Shuqing was so heartless to her biological father, so it was understandable that her father was unwilling to see her off for the last time.

The next day, Zhao Wangshu came to pay his respects, only to find the mourning hall decorated solemnly, with incense and candles curling, and nuns chanting scriptures in a low voice.

"Sister-in-law, you're here." Song Yuanqu walked over.

"Sister-in-law, that's thoughtful." Zhao Wangshu said.

"Letting her go on her final journey with dignity can also be a comfort to her soul in heaven." Song Yuanqu sighed.

Zhao Shuqing was locked up at home by Princess Duancheng and was not allowed to go out and make friends. There were almost no guests who came to pay their respects to her.

Zhao Wangshu sat nearby for a long time before he heard someone say, "Guests have arrived."

She looked up and saw that it was Zhao Shuangzhi.

"Who are you?" Song Yuanqu didn't know Zhao Shuangzhi.

"County Lady Chunjuan and I are from the same clan. I heard that she passed away, so I came to see her off for the last time." Zhao Shuangzhi and Zhao Shuqing had almost no contact with each other, but the dead are the most important, and there was no deep hatred between them, so those little grudges disappeared at this time.

"Sister Shuangzhi." Zhao Wangshu walked over and greeted her.

"Sister Wangshu." Zhao Shuangzhi bowed.

Zhao Shuangzhi burned incense for Zhao Shuqing, and the two sisters sat down beside her to talk.

"The scene of us bickering seems to be still in front of my eyes. I didn't expect that she would leave like this." Zhao Shuangzhi sighed.

"Life is unpredictable. No one knows what will happen next." Zhao Wangshu also sighed.

"Didn't her father come to see her off for the last time?" Zhao Shuangzhi asked.

Zhao Wangshu shook his head. "She cut off all ties with her family so cleanly, and her father is such a face-conscious person, how could he possibly come? Moreover, he has remarried and had children, so he has probably already forgotten about this daughter."

"Is this what they often say, there must be something hateful about pitiful people?" Zhao Shuangzhi asked.

Zhao Shuqing was gone, and Zhao Wangshu didn't want to talk about her anymore. He asked, "Sister Shuangzhi, are you doing well?"

"I'm doing well, thank you for your concern, sister." Zhao Shuangzhi said with a faint smile.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister Wangshu, I heard a piece of news that someone hired someone to harm you."

Zhao Wangshu was startled for a moment, then regained his composure: "Oh? Who is it?"

"I don't know who it is. I asked some helpers to dig a well yesterday, and I heard them talk about it." Zhao Shuangzhi bit her lip. "I asked around, but they couldn't explain it clearly. I'm not sure if it's true or just what they said. But I hope my sister can be more careful. After all, we should always be on guard against others."

Zhao Wangshu nodded: "Thank you, sister Shuangzhi, for reminding me. I will pay attention to it."

As they were talking, Zhao Jiahua arrived.

Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Shuangzhi were very surprised. Why did she come?

What surprised them even more was that Zhao Jiahua cried so sadly in front of the coffin, "Sister Qing, how could you be so cruel to leave us behind?"

"Sister Qing, you are being unfilial by letting your father die young when he is old."

She cried in twists and turns. Zhao Shuangzhi blinked and asked, "Did she study in the opera troupe?" Zhao Wangshu almost laughed out loud and pushed Zhao Shuangzhi lightly, "Don't make me laugh."

Song Yuanqu asked the maid to help Zhao Jiahua over. Zhao Jiahua saw the two of them and said, "Sister Shu, Sister Zhi, you are here too."

Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Shuangzhi saw that her face was not red at all, let alone tears. This acting was too fake.

"Mrs. Zhao, please accept my condolences." Zhao Shuangzhi said dryly.

Zhao Jiahua looked heartbroken and sobbed, "Sister Shu, Sister Zhi, why did Sister Qing pass away? She was in such good health, how could she pass away suddenly?"

"Madam Zhao, you know very well how County Lady Chunjuan is doing. Are you accusing Princess Duan Chengchang of not taking care of County Lady Chunjuan?" Zhao Wangshu asked sharply.

"No, I didn't. I just got carried away and said the wrong thing. Don't mind it, Sister Shu." Zhao Jiahua defended.

Zhao Wangshu snorted, "I'm not the master of the house. Whatever you say is fine, I won't care. As for whether Princess Duancheng cares, you have to ask the Princess."

"The eldest princess is tolerant and generous. She won't care if the younger generation says something wrong." Zhao Jiahua said cautiously.

Zhao Wangshu didn't want to pay attention and pursed his lips without saying anything.

After that, no more guests came to pay their respects.

Seeing that they had been sitting for more than half an hour and all the formalities were completed, Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Shuangzhi said goodbye to Song Yuanqu.

However, Zhao Jiahua did not leave. Zhao Wangshu glanced at Song Yuanqu, and Song Yuanqu winked at her, so Zhao Wangshu left with peace of mind.

After the carriage left the princess's mansion, Zhao Wangshu first sent Zhao Shuangzhi, who had come in a hired sedan chair, home.

When they arrived at the Lieutenant's Mansion, Zhao Shuangzhi asked her to stay, "Sister Shu rarely comes to visit, come in and have a cup of tea."

"Let's do it another day. I promised my boy that I would go back early to be with him." Zhao Wangshu declined politely.

"Okay then, Sister Shu, take care." Zhao Shuangzhi knew what to do and did not force the guest to stay.

Zhao Wangshu returned home, changed out of plain clothes, and asked someone to call Qiao Ni and Qiao Ni over, "Go check it out. Someone is hiring someone to kill me."

Mrs. Qiao's expression changed slightly. "Who is so bold?"

"Go check it out." Zhao Wangshu had no evidence and didn't want to suspect anyone randomly, but she actually had someone she suspected.

"Yes, young madam." Madam Qiao took Qiao Ni away.

Zhao Wangshu found her son playing, and then ordered lunch. After lunch, she took her son for a walk in the corridor, and then the mother and son went into the house for a nap.

When I woke up, I saw Yun Hao sitting on a chair by the window reading a book. I asked in surprise, "How rare! Why did you come back so early today?"

"I'm awake." Yun Hao put down the book and smiled, "Prince Zuo is so considerate that he allows us to take a break from our busy lives for a while."

"He is good at winning people's hearts." Zhao Wangshu said with a pout.

"Whether it's buying people's hearts or being sincere and caring, I can finally come back to accompany you and your son." Yun Hao walked over, first lifted Zhao Wangshu's chin, pecked her lips lightly, and then leaned over to look at little Yun Yu on the bed, "This kid is still not awake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, little Yunyu opened his eyes and saw Yunhao standing beside the bed. He called out in a milky voice, "Daddy."

"Hey, son, come here, let daddy hold you." Yun Hao reached out and picked him up.

Zhao Wangshu asked Yun Hao to take care of her son, and she called the maid in to help her wash and dress.