Five days later.
A carriage and a dozen horses sped into the capital.
Dust flew everywhere.
The pedestrians at the gates of the capital quickly moved away. They didn't know what was going on and why those people were in such a hurry.
Was there going to be a war?
It shouldn't be!
As soon as the carriages and horses arrived at the capital's city gate, they were stopped by a few city guards who stood in a straight line.
The carriage and horses were forced to stop.
The city magistrate in front of them looked around and said sternly with a frown.
"Follow the routine inspection!"
They must have eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's courage to stop the carriage of the dignified Prince Rong.
Lang Po glanced at the city guards one by one, then flashed his token and raised it above his head.
He shouted loudly.
"Out of the way."
Full of courage.
The city guards were shocked and looked at the token.
It was the token of Prince Rong's residence!
Could it be … that the person in the carriage was Prince Rong?
Prince Rong returned to the capital?
He was so shocked that he was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
The city guard in the lead immediately retreated to the side and waved his hand.
"Make way."
They all retreated to the sides and cleared a wide path for the carriage to pass.
After a short pause, the carriage immediately entered the capital.
In the past five days, they almost didn't stop for a moment from Houliao to the capital.
They only wanted to rush to the capital as soon as possible to send Lord Qin on his last journey.
After the carriage had gone far away, the city magistrates at the city gate finally recovered from their shock.
But they were still shocked.
City Guard A scratched his head and muttered, "This Prince Rong … why did he suddenly return to the capital?"
"You don't know?" City Guard B came over and said, "Lord Qin is dead, so Prince Rong naturally came back."
"So that's how it is. It's a pity. Lord Qin devoted his whole life to the court and finally got the emperor's permission to retire, but he encountered bandits on the way. Man proposes, God disposes!"
"Isn't that right? Sigh! "
The two of them whispered, causing City Guard B to join in. He had a different opinion.
He said, "I think Prince Rong returned to the capital not only because of Lord Qin."
"Oh? What do you mean? Is there something else? " City Guard Bing took a few glances at the surroundings and shrunk his head. With a shifty-eyed look, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't you know that His Majesty has dismissed many officials in recent months? Rumor had it that those officials were all secretly obeying Prince Rong's orders. The moment Prince Rong left the capital, the emperor had begun
Anyone with a discerning eye can see the truth behind the dismissal of those ministers. "
"Then tell me about it." "The Emperor must be worried that Prince Rong is disloyal, so he dismissed all the officials related to him. First it was Magistrate Zuo of the Ministry of Works, then Magistrate Liu of the Dispatch Bureau, and even Magistrate Yu of the Supreme Court is still locked up in prison because of a murder case involving bones. Who knows where the bones came from?"
Where did it come from? I also heard that the reason why Master Qin retired and returned to his hometown was because he didn't want to be implicated. Even though he managed to avoid it once, he couldn't avoid it forever. Don't you think he's suffering? "
With the back of his hand pressed against his palm, he clapped it a few times.
Pa, pa, pa!
To express his regret!
"You mean to say that Prince Rong hurried back to the capital because the Emperor dismissed his people?"
"Definitely!"
Certainty!
Overconfidence!
It was said that gossip was scary, and it was indeed so.
Inside the carriage, Ji Yunshu was in a trance. Ji Yunshu was in a trance, and her mind was restless. Her back was tense, and her mind couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. It had only been a few days, but she seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Her whole body was lifeless, and her eyes were lifeless. Occasionally, she would look out the window and be lost in thought. No matter who called her, she couldn't hear.
It was October.
It was October, and it was already autumn. In such a comfortable and refreshing season, her heart became more and more restless. Her panic could not be relieved, as if there were countless ants constantly biting her chest. The pain was in her bones, and she could not scratch it no matter how hard she tried.
At this moment, her ten fingers were clenched together, and her palms were sweating.
Jing Rong understood her feelings better than anyone else. His big hand held her cold and trembling hand.
He didn't say anything.
But it gave her a trace of comfort.
In the end, she was really afraid!
She was afraid that Wei Yi would become the person she didn't want to see the most.
If that was the case, what should she do?
What should she do?
That feeling of contradiction and helplessness seemed to be destroying all her rationality bit by bit.
She was about to go crazy!
Jing Rong stared at her with a distressed expression. In fact, when was his heart ever at peace?
He was the one who gave the throne to Wei Yi.
It was the same as giving all his trust to him.
Now …
He really hoped that everything was just him thinking too much!
Not long after, the carriage arrived outside the Qin Mansion.
White satin and lanterns were hung all over the Qin Mansion. They swayed gently in the wind, appearing lonely and desolate.
Several servants in plain white clothes stood at the entrance. Their eyes were red and their bodies were trembling. They must have been crying for a long time. When Qin Shiyu was a military general, he was very popular. It was said that his legs were injured because he saved a young general. Because of that, the soldiers respected him even more. After he became a civil official, he offended many people because of his straightforward character. But it also attracted the admiration of many officials. Now that he had died, all the officials came to pay their respects.
Now that he had died, the officials of the imperial court came to pay their respects. Each of them had a painful and regretful expression on their faces.
They wiped their tears as they went in and came out again.
There were even some people who cried so hard that they almost choked and had to be carried back.
In the past few days, the threshold of the Qin Mansion was almost broken.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu got out of the carriage. Both of them looked sad.
Jing Rong stopped outside the door. He raised his eyes and looked at the plaque hanging high above the entrance of the Qin Mansion.
In the end, his eyes couldn't help but redden. He clenched his fists inside his clothes.
To him, Qin Shiyu was both a teacher and a friend.
When the servant at the entrance saw them, he was surprised but immediately came to greet them.
"Prince Rong? Lord Ji? "
Why did they come back to the capital?
Then, he thought about it. His master had a good relationship with Prince Rong, so it was normal for him to come back.
At least, it could be seen that Prince Rong wasn't a heartless person.
Jing Rong looked at the servant and said in a low voice, "Don't make it public. I just want to send Lord Qin off."
"Yes!"
They went all the way to the mourning hall in the backyard.
Inside, there were many people kneeling. Most of them were Qin Shiyu's relatives.
Qin Shiyu had married a woman in his early years, but she died of an illness a few decades ago. People who went to war were temperamental people who valued affection and righteousness. Therefore, he didn't marry again. As a result, he didn't have any children. Without a son to send him off, the only people who wore mourning clothes were the manservants and maids in the mansion.
The mourning hall was filled with mourning.
Choked with sobs.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu stepped through the door and walked slowly.
The inside was filled with the fragrance of candles and paper money.
A fine coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall. The coffin lid was covered with a piece of black cloth and a piece of jade.
In front of the coffin, there was a memorial tablet.
Madam Qin's memorial tablet.
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