Tong Wei regained his energy and was helped back to his residence. He sat down at the table and motioned for the servants who were following him to step back. He vaguely heard the sound of footsteps and was busy for a while. He wanted to stand up and take a look, but couldn't move. Only then did he realize that
, the tension just now has made her legs and feet sore and weak.
"Madam." Aunt Yuan walked in from the outside holding Xuan Jinyan, Xuan Jinyan lay on her shoulder, drowsy.
"Ah! -" Tong Wei was startled and turned around suddenly. He felt a soreness in his neck, as if he had twisted a tendon and it hurt whenever he moved.
"Madam, you -" Aunt Yuan looked at Tong Wei's pale and bloodless face. Because she was holding Xuan Jinyan, she did not dare to speak loudly. She asked in a worried voice, "Are you okay?"
Tong Wei shook his head tiredly and waved his hand to Aunt Yuan, "Don't worry about me. You take Jinyan to your room to rest. I'll stay by myself."
Aunt Yuan looked at Tong Wei in astonishment, then looked sideways at Xuan Jinyan, who was lying on her shoulder, and then said in a very soft voice: "Madam, there seems to be blood on your hands."
Tong Wei immediately looked down at his hands, which were stained with blood.
"Go down." Tong Wei stared at the palm of his hand and said simply, "Forget everything you saw, heard, guessed, and thought about today. By the way, why is it so busy outside."
"It was the servants in the mansion who sent Master Jin Mo here." Aunt Yuan stopped continuing the topic and said softly, "He has passed out. Maybe he was too sad."
Tong Wei nodded lightly, "Okay, let me prepare some hot water. I want to get rid of bad luck."
"Yes." Aunt Yuan stopped talking and carried Xuan Jinyan out of the door.
"Is my mother dead?" Suddenly, a young and sad voice sounded in Aunt Yuan's ears, and at the same time, warm tears fell on her neck.
Aunt Yuan was stunned for a moment, then patted Xuan Jinyan's back gently with her hand, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, isn't there the eldest lady here? She loves you very much, and Miss Jinyan is the most well-behaved and obedient one.
, as long as the eldest lady likes you, no one can hurt you, remember?"
"Yeah." Xuan Jinyan responded vaguely, closing her eyes again, not sure whether she fell asleep or didn't want to talk.
Aunt Yuan sighed and suddenly remembered what Dr. Fan told her.
"I'm afraid that Miss Jinyan saw something that she shouldn't have seen. At such a young age, she was scared and didn't know how to forget it. She was depressed, worried, and scared, so she got to the root of the disease. She needs to use Chinese medicine to slowly treat it."
What did Xuan Jinyan see? She was only six years old, what made her so silent and sad?
Mu Ruolan's funeral was very grand, much more glorious than when she was alive. Xuan Qingmu invited the best mage in the capital to do the ceremony, and also asked the monks to chant sutras every day for salvation. Many officials from the DPRK came to worship, and even
The emperor also sent people over.
Xuan Jinmo kept kneeling, keeping vigil, and thanking the people who came to worship. He kowtowed mechanically, and kowtowed again. After a day, his forehead was covered with blood.
"Brother, Jinyan is afraid of you like this." Xuan Jinyan, who was kneeling aside, kowtowed with her brother again and again. There were bruises on her forehead, her eyes were swollen from crying, and her voice became hoarse, "You
Would you like to talk to Jinyan? Jinyan is afraid that her brother will ignore Jinyan and stop Jinyan."
Xuan Jinmo only held his sister in his arms and let her sleep against him for a while in the dead of night. However, he did not sleep. He stayed in the mourning hall without eating or drinking, and looked like a walking zombie.