The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 157 I Can't Cry In Front Of You
Ye Feiwan was not surprised that Feng Qing came.

The Ye family has played a great role in him, even if it is for the attention of others, he will come here.

So, when she heard the report from the servants, she just responded calmly, and said to the man who was carrying her father: "Continue to encoffin."

The few people looked at each other, and finally dared not say more, carefully carried the corpse, and put it in the coffin properly, until the coffin lid was closed, Ye Feiwan's clenched fists were slowly released.

There were several months of teeth-shaped blood marks on the palm of her hand, but she didn't care.

"Wang Concubine?" At the door, the servant just now hadn't retreated, calling her in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan snapped back to her senses, thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the door: "I'll deal with it."

Even though she was prepared in her heart, when she saw Feng Qing, she was still stunned for a moment.

He was still wearing the clothes from last night, his face was pale, as if...he had been guarding here all night.

Ye Feiwan quickly denied this speculation in his mind. Feng Qing was always proud, and his self-esteem would never allow him to stand guard at the door of a merchant, let alone this merchant, who forced him to betray his in-laws.

He seemed to have seen her too, Ben stared straight at her with his slightly lowered eyebrows, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, never letting go.

"My lord." Ye Feiwan finally stood in front of Feng Qing, nodding politely.If he insisted on breaking in, no one in the Ye Mansion would dare to stop him, and no one could stop him. In this respect, she was grateful for his reason and did not make this matter too ugly.

Feng Qing's thin lips paused, and she glanced at the courtyard behind her: "He..."

"It's already buried." Ye Feiwan replied.

Feng Qing's eyes sank. He knew how much Ye Changlin loved Ye Feiwan's daughter, and how much Ye Feiwan loved his father: "You..." Is it okay?

He opened his lips, but Ye Feiwan interrupted the last three words before he could say them.

"Go in." She was very calm.

"What?" Feng Qing obviously couldn't believe it, he thought that she would hate him very much.

"Although father is a businessman, he has been respected all his life. Now that he is dead, I don't want him to be criticized." Ye Feiwan slowed down, "You are right, you and I have not separated yet. Now you are still his son-in-law. If you don't show up, Dad will be laughed at by others."

Speaking of this, she glanced at the mansion, and said again: "Go in."

Feng Qing finally walked in beside her, but Ye Feiwan always kept a distance from him.

When the two entered the main house, they immediately attracted everyone's attention. The servants were startled for a moment, and then bowed and knelt on the ground to salute.

Ye Feiwan glanced at Feng Qing, and finally walked up to Steward Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, you should go post the obituary, I'm sorry."

Uncle Zhang and all his servants retreated, except for the red sandalwood coffin, there were only Ye Feiwan and Feng Qing in the huge main house.

They were silent for a long time.

It was Ye Feiwan who spoke first, and she looked at Feng Qing: "My lord, can I ask you something?" She asked very respectfully.

Feng Qing froze, he didn't like her talking so distantly, but he couldn't say anything, and finally only said: "What's the matter?"

"Father worried about me the most when he was alive. I beg you to give my father a great gift. Just kowtow three times and call him 'Father'. In this way, he doesn't have to worry about me anymore in the spirit of heaven."

Father hopes that Feng Qing will take care of her, so she is willing to let him go to the grave with this wish in his heart.

Feng Qing's body trembled, he turned his head and stared at Ye Feiwan, as if he didn't know her for a moment, and said after a long time: "Ye Feiwan, you married into the royal palace in an open and honest way." Therefore, Ye Changlin is his "father" , Therefore, Ye Feiwan didn't need to beg him at all.

"..." Ye Feiwan looked back at him calmly. She didn't say a word, but she seemed to be asking, "Oh? Really?"

Facing her gaze, Feng Qing felt a burst of embarrassment. He avoided her and knelt down in front of the coffin.

A very decent three-prayer.

Ye Feiwan looked at the coffin.

It's time to be buried.

……

The funeral was held on the third day. On this day, the midwinter was more prosperous and the sky was gloomy.

Many officials and dignitaries in the capital have come.

Ye Feiwan buried Ye Changlin's coffin next to his mother, and the two graves were next to each other.This is the entrustment of his father during his lifetime, and the two of them can be regarded as married on the ground.

The funeral was extremely grand, and many people said "sorry" to her respectfully.

Ye Feiwan knew that if it wasn't for Feng Qing who was beside her, many people wouldn't need to salute a merchant.She also fulfilled the responsibilities of the princess and Ye's parents and daughters, and treated everyone with courtesy.

At about ten o'clock in the afternoon, the already gloomy sky suddenly turned gray, and it began to snow intermittently.

The guests and friends also left one after another.

Ye Feiwan watched those people leave, until there was no one there, and her straight waist bent down a little bit dispiritedly.

very tired.

"Ye Feiwan." Beside her, Feng Qing suddenly called her.

Ye Feiwan froze and didn't respond.

But Feng Qing knew she was listening: "If you are sad, you don't need to pretend to be strong." His voice was very soft.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled.

Just now, everyone said "sorry" to her, but everyone looked at Feng Qing cautiously or flatteringly.

The gazes of those people reminded her all the time that she was just in Feng Qing's favor.

After a long time, she shook her head: "Feng Qing, I'm very sad." She admitted.

With a movement of Feng Qing's eyes, she was finally willing to expose her fragility in front of him, instead of her expressionless face as in the past few days, as if... a stone man.His Adam's apple rolled, as if he wanted to continue to say something, but he didn't wait for the opening to be interrupted.

Ye Feiwan was still looking at the grave: "...but, Feng Qing, I can't cry in front of you."

She used to be able to expose her most vulnerable place to him, but after all, it was just the past.

Feng Qing's body froze, she said she couldn't cry in front of him, but... that night, she burst into tears in front of Fu Xian.

Not far away, a burst of footsteps came quickly.

It's Gao Feng.

He walked up to Feng Qing's side, bowed and saluted: "My lord..." As he spoke, he leaned in front of Feng Qing and whispered something.

It seemed to be an extremely important matter, Feng Qing's aura immediately condensed.

Gao Feng also left.

"But something urgent?" Ye Feiwan asked suddenly.

Feng Qing was startled, but pursed her lips without responding.

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, and from the corner of her eye she suddenly saw Gao Feng waiting with a horse not far away, and she said, "My lord, let's deal with your affairs first."

Feng Qing glanced at the grave beside him: "You..."

"I'm fine," Ye Feiwan responded quickly, and added after thinking for a while, "Don't worry, I know you and I haven't reconciled yet. I shouldn't be out every day, so as not to insult the reputation of the palace. Now the situation is unstable. I will go back to the palace after dealing with the funeral affairs."

She added very seriously, very... obedient.

But Feng Qing seemed to be getting more irritable. There seemed to be a fire accumulating in his chest, and he couldn't get angry, so he just stared at her.

But she didn't respond at all.

Furious, Feng Qing flung his sleeves and left.

But after all, when he took the reins and got on the horse, he turned slightly and took a look, and then his whole body froze——

In front of the tomb not far away, the woman who had a calm face just now was hunched over, squatting on the ground, her back slumped.

(End of this chapter)