Seeing the vitality of the people on the bed passing little by little, Zhuang Yunan, who was terrified in the southwest, was filled with grief. Tears had already wet his cheeks, and he held the hand in his palm tightly, "I'm sorry to you."

Zhang Xunyan chuckled, "I have used all my blessings in my previous life and this life. I have no regrets to be with you for thirty years."

"In the future, you will have to live alone. Don't handle business too late. Remember to add clothes when it's cold. If you meet the right one..."

Zhuang Yu, your hand holding her tightly, "There is nothing suitable, and there is no one suitable without you."

Suddenly, Zhang Xunyan began to breathe rapidly, and Zhuang Yunan asked in a trembling voice: "Do you want the children to come and have a look?"

Zhang Xunyan shook her head and gasped, "Don't scare the children, take good care of them, the children are frightened."

In less than half a cup of tea, the news came out when Zhang Xunyan left. The prince's mansion knelt down and cried bitterly.

From now on, Zhuang Xile never made any sound or shed tears. She let Yun change into her mourning clothes, and then was taken to kneel in front of her again.

She was so scared that Yun was scared, but after seeing the doctor, she said that she was scared and needed an opportunity to cry, but she didn't cry no matter how Yun persuaded her.

Half a month later, Zhang Xunyan was in funeral. That day, the sun shone brightly and the warm wind was gentle. The funeral team that the people in the city watched leave the city, and countless people sighed and sighed.

An old man wiped his tears and said, "After all, let the black-hearted Portuguese succeed, the prince...is pitiful."

"The whole city knows that the prince has no concubines, and only one princess. Now, when the princess leaves, there is no one who knows the cold and the hot."

Some students were indignant, "The traitors of the Portuguese are really hateful. They have been hiding in the dark like flies and worms over the years, causing troubles many times. If one day they must be destroyed."

Many people sighed and sighed, as the funeral team left the city, they just wanted to express their sorrow in their hearts in their own way.

The grave is on Mengding Mountain in the suburbs. It is the place Zhuang Yunan chose for himself a hundred years later. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the entire Jintian City.

Until the dark coffin was carried into the grave, Zhuang Xile, who was led by Yun, suddenly began to tremble all over, and her slightly cracked mouth opened several times, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

He shook her mother's arms away, stepped aside his calf and rushed towards the grave.

"Happy, come back."

"younger sister..."

Zhuang Lianglun stepped forward and picked her up, "Happy, be good, don't disturb your grandmother."

"Ah...ah..."

Zhuang Xile opened her mouth wide, squeezed out a sound from her throat, her face turned red, and she suddenly lost her strength.

"Joy, daughter." Zhuang Lianglun was frightened and slapped her back with a big palm fan.

“Wow~~~”

With the inlet of air, Zhuang Xile burst into tears and then burst into tears as he looked at the coffin that had been carried into the grave.

The funeral attendant behind him also cried out. Zhuang Yunan, who had white hair, slowly stepped forward and took Zhuang Xile from Zhuang Lianglun's hand, and said with red eyes: "Don't cry, your grandmother will feel distressed when she sees you crying, so that your grandmother will leave with peace of mind."

Zhuang Xile turned her head and looked at her grandfather, then lay on her shoulder, crying in a low voice.

That night, Zhuang Xile had a high fever. Her face turned red in the middle of the night. She kept calling her grandmother, and then shouted. The doctor's diagnosis was caused by excessive fright.

Yun took care of her endlessly. It was not until the high fever subsided after three days. She lost a lot of weight and couldn't lift her energy when she woke up.

On this day, Zhuang Yunan sat on the edge of her bed, pulled her hand and said seriously: "Your grandmother thought about the most before closing her eyes. She didn't blame you at all, and grandfather didn't blame you."

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

"Grandfather~"

Zhuang Xile threw herself into grandfather's arms and cried loudly, "Grandma lost her to protect me. That person also wanted to assassinate me. It was me, and I was the one who killed my grandmother..."

Since the incident happened, she was shrouded in great self-blame, and was extremely scared.

"Why do those bastards always want to kill me, why?"

Zhuang Yunan patted her back gently and said in the gentlest tone of his life: "When your grandmother left, only grandfather left in Minghui Hall. Can you move to Minghui Hall and live with your grandfather?"

Zhuang Xile wiped her tears randomly, "Okay."

Yun, who was outside the door, covered her mouth, and Li and Sun comforted her, "The child is frightened, and my father has not had a good time these days. Let Xile move to Minghui Hall, and their grandparents have a support for each other, which is great."

"Just wait for Joy to get bigger before moving back."

Yun nodded and hurriedly went to make arrangements.

From this day on, Zhuang Xile officially moved into Minghui Hall and lived in the wing room of Minghui Hall. She followed her grandfather to worship her grandmother every day, and kept mourning with her father and brothers.

The whole city thought that the hidden Portuguese people in the southwest would usher in a new purge, including those hidden Portuguese people, and for a moment they chose to shrink and hold their troops still.

But Zhuang Yunan just wrote a letter to the court, personally robbing the love, so that his three sons did not need to be mourned for three years, and seemed to have not taken the matter of avenging their first wife for the purge.

But the less they move, the more worried those in the dark.

When the news that the princess of Xikang County was assassinated was sent back to Kyoto, the people who were originally skeptical of the situation in the southwest were calm.

Many people thought: Xikang County Prince General Town has been in the southwest for many years, but although there are frequent reports of deaths in the Mansion. If the situation in the southwest is not suspected of being exaggerated, it would be that Zhuang Yunan is really powerful.

But now, his wife is gone, which is really sad and emotional.

The Empress Dowager immediately agreed to Zhuang Yunan's request and sent an order to mourn him and be sure to guard the southwest.

When Zhuang Yudong received the news, he didn't say anything for a long time. He was worried and told Mrs. Zhuang about the matter the next day after receiving the news. Mrs. Zhuang fainted immediately in grief.

Just as Zhuang Yudong was about to visit the southwest, an imperial edict arrived at Zhuang Mansion. Zhuang Liangzheng, the eldest son of Zhuang Yudong, jumped from a sixth-rank magistrate to a fifth-rank ritual doctor.

Zhuang Yudong's nephew Zhuang Lianghe also entered the Hanlin Academy and became an editor.

In this way, Zhuang Yudong could not leave and understood the meaning of the court.

Zhuang Lianghui, who is responsible for the affairs of the mansion, can only take a trip.

Half a year later, time flew in, and a new man from the Princess also came in at this time. Yuan Qingzi, a new music prostitute in the Princess' Mansion, played the pipa with good hands. The sound of the pipa was like crying and complaining, and it was so sad and lingering. Zhuang Yunan beat him for the first time and he was different from this person. He listened to Yuan Qing's previous song every day.
Chapter completed!