Even after her daughter said this, Qiao Weipeng just sighed for a long time, then nodded, "Just follow your brother's advice!"
But his eyes fell on Yao's face, which was completely lifeless, revealing deep sadness.
"Then from now on, don't move the brothers and sisters, and send a few people to guard here. Early tomorrow morning, the boss of Jingzhao Mansion should come over."
Qiao Weipeng wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and said, "If I need to send anyone else, I'll just keep guard here."
Compared to her father, Qiao Yuyan knew that her second uncle was obviously more emotional. Over the years, no matter how much Yao did and no matter how much he disagreed with Yao's actions, he had never criticized his wife.
Moreover, the couple raised three children together. This kind of relationship is extraordinary.
Qiao Yuyan felt a little bitter in her heart, but she didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only say softly: "Second uncle, you still need to take care of yourself."
"Please, Sister Yan, please take good care of Rong'er."
Qiao Weisheng also sent the old lady back to Ninghetang. Qiao Yuyan simply did not go back, but stayed with Qiao Yurong in his yard.
After coming out of Yao's courtyard, Qiao Yurong was dumbfounded, following what the maids were doing.
Qiao Yuyan was really worried, so she simply slept on the same bed with her.
She tried to talk to Qiao Yurong many times, but the other party didn't answer a word. He just kept staring straight ahead with a dull look in his eyes.
Qiao Yuyan sighed deeply and had no choice but to look at her quietly.
It wasn't until nearly the fourth watch that Qiao Yuyan fell asleep.
But not long after he fell asleep, he heard suppressed low-pitched crying.
She immediately woke up from her dream and realized that it was Qiao Yurong who was sleeping next to her who was crying.
Qiao Yuyan stretched out her hand to pat her, but in the end she could only put it down in vain.
There is no such thing as empathy for this kind of thing. When a close relative dies, only the close relative can know how painful his heart is and what that pain feels like.
At dawn, Qiao Yuyan squinted in confusion for a while. She didn't know if Qiao Yurong had fallen asleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she was much calmer, and her eyes were not as frozen as yesterday, but her face was so ugly that it made people feel sad.
Even though the mistress passed away, the maids and wives still kept their daily affairs in order.
At the request of her eldest sister, Qiao Yurong finally ate less than half a bowl of porridge, then changed into mourning clothes and went to Yao's yard.
The old lady had already ordered people to start setting up the mourning hall, but Yao's body still couldn't move around until Wu Zuo came.
Qiao said that Peng had not slept all night and was crying sadly. At this time, he looked extremely haggard.
The old lady gave the order early in the morning and asked Mrs. Xu to stay in her room, making up her mind not to let her interfere with this matter.
As soon as Qiao Yuyan arrived, she was stopped, "I'm afraid I don't have this white lantern at home anymore. The pair of cards is with you, so give it to them and let them exchange the money to buy it."
The house was so busy, how could the old lady take care of it on her own? Qiao Yuyan quickly put away the sadness in her heart and helped the old lady organize the funeral.
Aunt Pei seemed to really care about Mr. Yao. She came over early in the morning and helped with everything big and small. She would help wherever she could.
No one cared about her, so she made her own arrangements.
Wu Zuo arrived just now. Yao's yard had been surrounded by a circle of white cloth, and everyone was expelled. Even the Qiao family were waiting outside.
Qiao Weisheng stood next to the old lady with a frown, saying nothing.
Qiao Weipeng held his daughter's shoulders and stood on the other side. In just one night, he seemed to have aged several years.
Seeing her son like this, the old lady could only sigh softly.
After waiting for more than an hour, Wu Zuo stepped over the brazier and came out.
Seeing the concerned looks on several people's faces, Wu Zuo sighed softly, and then said: "I would like to express my condolences. This case is relatively minor and needs to be reported to the adults. It is not convenient to reveal more details at the moment."
After saying this sentence, everyone's expressions changed. This sentence meant that it was determined that Yao's death was a homicide.
Qiao Yurong's already ugly face suddenly turned two points paler. Her lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.
If Qiao Yuyan hadn't been supporting her, she would have fallen down by now.
After sending Wu Zuo away, Qiao Weisheng immediately ordered everyone not to tell anyone about this matter.
The second wife of Uncle Zhongyong was actually killed. If this thing spreads, I don’t know what kind of gossip there will be.
The most important thing is that now that it has been confirmed that it was a homicide, it is not wise to always get to the bottom of the matter and make a fuss about it early.
Qiao Yuyan couldn't care about the things in the house now. She was really worried about Qiao Yurong's condition, so she could only focus on her cousin.
Even if Aunt Pei is disliked by the old lady, she should still be asked to help occasionally at this time, otherwise the manpower in the house will be too busy.
The two boys in the second room only came back in the afternoon. At that time, in order to let them study hard, Qiao Weipeng was cruel and sent them away far away.
In the past, he only came back once a month, but now Qiao Weipeng regretted this decision. The child was still so young and his mother was gone. He even couldn't get along well with her on weekdays.
The two brothers were much better than Qiao Yurong. After crying hard, they calmed down. Although they looked sad, they were not as close to collapse as Qiao Yurong.
Although strict orders were issued not to speak outside, most people in the government knew that it was impossible to completely eliminate private discussions.
So soon, everyone from top to bottom knew that Yao was indeed killed.
The maid who said she saw the figure came over at this time and said, "Slave, it seems that you still remember something."
The little maid was obviously frightened yesterday, and she still looked timid when she came here, especially when she saw Qiao Yurong.
"What do you think I'm doing?!" Qiao Yurong was no longer as hysterical as yesterday, but looked at her with dagger-like eyes, "This is related to my mother's death. Think clearly and carefully! If you call her in the future,
I found out that there was something hidden, I..."
"Rong'er!" Qiao Yuyan interrupted her, and then looked at the little maid, "You say what you want, don't be afraid, just make it clear."
The maid swallowed her saliva and said, "Slave... I just remembered it just now. I was so scared and nervous yesterday that I forgot about it.
When I think about it, I think the figure I saw that day seemed... to be a woman, wearing light-colored clothes. I'm far away, so I'm not sure whether it was apricot or light pink."