The white flags hanging outside the gate of the White House in the city are fluttering in the cold wind, and the top of the gate of the White House is plain.
Bai Lanran stood beside the carriage, looking at the dazzling white in front of her eyes, her mind went blank, and she felt as if she was dreaming.
The faint sound of crying in the air made her feel a little dazed, and she couldn't remember what she was doing.
By the way, she came to keep vigil for the Jiang family.
She pushed away Mo Shaohua's hand holding her and walked towards the white house.
The white house is covered with snow, and the raw silk blends with the white snow, and the occasional emerald green is also blocked by the white cloth.
Such a scene was so depressing that Bai Lianran felt breathless.
Neither Wu Bo nor Sandun was at the concierge, and there was no one to lead the way. Bai Lunran found the mourning hall only by crying.
There was a huge coffin lying in the mourning hall. Tao Zi Qingcheng and the others all knelt in front of the coffin, burning paper money and crying.
Sandun's huge body was kneeling next to him, holding Uncle Wu and crying like a child, muttering: "Where is my lady? I want to see her. Is she okay?"
Bai Linran walked up to him, raised her hand and touched his drooped head, and wanted to open her mouth to comfort him, but she seemed to have lost her voice and could not make a sound.
The familiar touch made Sandun raise his head suddenly, and when he saw that it was really Bai Lanran, he wiped his tears in surprise, "Miss, it's okay, miss, miss, Sandun is scared."
Sandun was on the outside. Everyone who had not noticed Bai Qianran coming just now turned around. When they saw Bai Qianran coming, they cried even more fiercely.
The sound of crying surrounded her ears, making Bai Ranran frown.
She touched Sandun's head and walked towards the coffin, "You all go out, I will stay with my mother for a while."
She wanted to be alone with Jiang for a while.
Hearing this, everyone looked at her with some worry, and then exited the mourning hall obediently.
Outside the mourning hall, Mo Shaohua stood in the cold wind, his clothes fluttering in the cold wind. He frowned slightly and waved his hand to the sundial beside him, "You can go too."
He didn't bother Bai Linran, he just stood outside and stayed with her.
The mourning hall became quiet, and Bai Lunran's heart also calmed down instantly.
She stood in front of the coffin and looked at Jiang, who looked calm in the coffin, as if he was just sleeping. She felt that the world was extremely peaceful.
Jiang wore a luxurious gold hairpin on his head and the clothes on his body were extremely exquisite. He looked more graceful and luxurious than ever before.
Bai Linran stretched out her hand to straighten the golden hairpin on her head, with a smile on her lips, "Mom, have you seen your Bai Xiucai?"
Jiang was thinking about Bai Xiucai, should he be able to see him now, right?
Bai Ranran has no special feelings about death. She feels that death is just getting rid of the shackles of the world, leaving a group of living relatives to worry about themselves, but the dead have no feelings anymore.
Death is a very peaceful thing, and crying will break this tranquility.
Jiang still had that gentle look on her face. Bai Lanran looked at her for a long time, and her calm heart seemed to be stabbed by something.
She took off her plain cloak and covered Jiang's body with a slight smile on her lips, "Mom, are you cold?"
There were drops of water falling on Jiang's face. She was stunned for a moment and looked up at the roof. There was no sign of leakage at all.
There was a cold touch on her cheek, and she touched her face with her fingers.
It felt moist to the touch, and she looked at what looked like tears on her fingertips in shock.
She couldn't remember how many years she hadn't cried.
He didn't cry when his whole body was whipped with scars, he didn't cry when he was locked up in a small dark room with rats crawling on his feet, he didn't cry when his father and brother angrily scolded him as his nemesis and called him an unlucky thing.
She thought she had no tears, but what was on her face?
Jiang was the first person who gave her affection when she came into this world. She must be sad when she leaves this world, right?
Mo Shaohua saw her staring blankly at his hands, as if shedding tears was a shock to her.
He clenched the hand on his side, walked into the mourning hall, hugged Bai Ranran into his arms, and comforted her silently.
"Your Highness, Princess, Your Highness Ninth Prince Heqi is here." Sundial approached the mourning hall, bowed his head and reported.
After Mo Shaohua brought Bai Eran back to Prince Ning's Mansion, he told everyone in the manor to call her Princess Bai Eran.
Sundial didn't know his intentions, but he just had to obey the order and didn't need to know what he was thinking.
It doesn't matter if they follow the rules or not, their master breaks the rules many times.
Bai Liran gently pushed Mo Shaohua away, knelt on the futon in front of the coffin, picked up the paper money next to it, and lit it with the oil lamp in front of the coffin.
"Let them in."
Her voice was still cold, and there was no trace of sadness.
Mo Shaohua walked out of the mourning hall and let Tao Zi and the others who had been waiting outside go in. He went to greet Mo Shaoyan and Mo Shaoyun in person.
Taozi and Qingcheng brought filial piety clothes for Bai Lianran to put on and knelt down beside her.
Mo Shaoyan entered the mourning hall and saw Bai Linran, whom he had not seen for a long time, kneeling in front of the coffin. He frowned and opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
Mo Shaoyun sighed softly, knowing it was useless but still said to her, "My condolences."
Bai Ranran nodded lightly, "Thank you, His Highness Seventh Prince."
After the two expressed their condolences, they took Mo Shaohua and left temporarily.
Because Bai Linran was about to become Princess Ning, many people came to express their condolences to Jiang, including many dignitaries.
Not long after Mo Shaohua and Mo Shaoyun left, someone from the eldest princess's mansion also came. The person who came was the housekeeper of the eldest princess's mansion, and he brought two words of comfort to the eldest princess.
Ning Zhiyuan, the eldest son of Duke Zhenguo, even came in person.
The figure kneeling in front of the coffin was petite and frail, but his face was calm and there was no trace of sadness at all.
She is obviously a woman who should be protected by men, but she is so strong that she doesn't seem to need anyone's care.
It's like using a wall to protect yourself, not letting yourself show any weakness, and blocking out the care of others.
Ning Zhiyuan felt a little depressed when he saw Bai Ranran like this. He wanted to comfort her, but he felt that she didn't seem to need it.
Words of comfort are too thin, and how can they heal the pain in my heart.
He smiled bitterly, clenched the hand at his side, turned and left.
Ning Zhiyuan, Ning Zhiyuan, why is it so difficult to give up even though you know it's impossible?
Turning around and walking outside, he met Mo Shaohua, who was walking alone.
He bowed respectfully, and when Mo Shaohua asked him to stand up and was about to walk around him and leave, he stopped Mo Shaohua and said, "When will Your Highness have time, I would like to treat His Highness to a drink."
Duke Dingguo's mansion is not currently on good terms with any of the princes. Mo Shaohua originally thought that they would remain neutral and gain a good reputation as loyal to the emperor.
Although Duke Zhen Guo is still the head of the family, Ning Zhiyuan's words in Duke Zhen Guo's mansion carry a very important weight.
Ning Zhiyuan had never been close to any prince before, and this was the first time he took the initiative to invite him to drink.
As smart as Mo Shaohua, he naturally knew what it meant to invite him to drink.
Mo Shaohua glanced at the mourning hall and frowned slightly.
Ning Zhiyuan seemed to understand his thoughts, and the corners of his lips curved slightly, "Your Highness looks down on me. I want to invite Your Highness to drink just because I think His Highness is worthy of my good wine."
Mo Shaohua pursed his lips and said, "After I finish my mother-in-law's funeral, I will find time to invite the prince."
"Okay, I'm waiting for your highness's letter."
Ning Zhiyuan let go of his hand on his side and nodded to Mo Shaohua, "I'm leaving."
"Your Majesty, walk slowly."
Mo Shaohua watched Ning Zhiyuan go away, and walked into the mourning hall with frowning eyebrows.
After Ning Zhiyuan walked far away, he stopped, looked back, sighed deeply, and turned to leave.
If you don’t know what she wants, then help her get the most honorable position.
Bai Lunran knelt in front of the coffin and kept vigil for Jiang's soul for two days and two nights. No matter who tried to persuade her, it was of no use.
Mo Shaohua couldn't persuade her, so he stayed with her.
Seeing her unwilling to blink, he wished he could knock her out again and take her back to rest.
On the day Jiang was buried, snowflakes began to fall in the sky, but Bai Liran did not follow her to the funeral.
She didn't want to go, she didn't want to see Jiang being buried deep in the cold ground with her own eyes.
She deceived herself and thought that as long as she didn't see it with her own eyes, Jiang would still be in this world, but she would never see it again.
She looked at the funeral ceremony and the coffin in the distance. She didn't know if she was talking to Mo Shaohua beside her, or to herself, "I don't have a mother anymore. Maybe I really am a disaster for my mother."
"Ran'er and I." Mo Shaohua tightened the cloak around her body, picked her up and got into Prince Ning's carriage.
After sitting on the carriage, he put the Tangbaozi that he had prepared in her hands, put her head in his arms, and comforted her in a gentle voice, "Ran'er, please have some sleep. If you don't rest, our child will have a problem."
Already."
Bai Ranran didn't speak, she lay in his arms and closed her eyes.
Seeing that the little girl who had not slept for several days was finally willing to sleep peacefully, Mo Shaohua breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the kitten sleeping peacefully in his arms with distress.
The carriage was moving slowly, and the petite body in his arms suddenly trembled.
Mo Shaohua pushed her gently and called her name worriedly, "Ran'er, Ran..."
Low sobs came from his arms, and Mo Shaohua's voice stopped suddenly, stuck in his throat and unable to come out anymore.
A few days ago, he saw Bai Ranran holding back and keeping her expression calm, as if nothing had happened. Now that she finally cried, he felt relieved.
However, she seemed to be crying in a dream and did not wake up at all.
What caused her to be so tolerant?
He no longer thinks that Bai Linran is the same as before, but he doesn't care about the reason for her change. He is waiting for the day when she wants to tell him.
Originally he wanted to wait for her to trust him wholeheartedly, but now seeing her like this, he felt heartbroken and wanted to know everything about her.
Who is the mother she talks about? Why does she say again?
What secrets does his princess have?
Bai Ranran fell asleep for a whole day and night before waking up.
After waking up, she seemed to be fine. She had a good meal and took a refreshing bath.
Just when Mo Shaohua thought she had gotten over her sadness, she suddenly sat down on his desk and looked at him with a smile, "Ziqin, I would like to invite the Eighth Princess to the Lantern Festival."