After a long time, when she recalled that day, she had already forgotten how she had sprinted out of Qingxin Garden, and how she had appeared at the Yan family with red and swollen eyes.
She only remembered that when she had rushed to the Yan family, the big white flowers that hung all over the entire courtyard had still stung her eyes in the end.
A cold wind blew, and the white ribbons that hung all over the courtyard swayed with the wind, lonely and lonely, adding to the sadness.
She stared blankly at everything, her legs trembling slightly.
The person behind her hurriedly came over to support her. "Old Madam, please be careful. "
However, she had no time to care about it. She only quickened her pace and jogged all the way to the hall.
The Mourning Hall had already been arranged.
In the middle of the hall, there was a coffin made of Sandalwood. In front of the coffin, there was a black memorial tablet with the words 'Yan Youcheng's memorial tablet' engraved on it.
For no reason, it was like a huge rock pressing down on one's heart, making it difficult for one to even breathe.
Long Qingxin, who was dressed in a white Qipao with a blue border and a winter style, walked over shakily. Her eyes were already filled with tears as she stared fixedly at the memorial tablet, lost in thought for a long time... ...
She did not expect that this day would come so quickly, nor did she expect that this day would come so suddenly.
This wretched old man, this scoundrel who had betrayed her, actually... ... would die in front of her ...
Without any warning, without any preparation, he died just like that... ...
Yan Qing put on his mourning clothes and knelt in front of Yan Youcheng's memorial tablet, burning paper money and looking at the incense.
At this time, when he saw long Qingxin come, he did not say anything. There was no hatred in his eyes. He just sat quietly at the side, guarding his father's memorial.
"How... Did he die? " Long Qingxin's voice trembled. She was finally willing to ask ...
Yan Qing's throat tightened. Suddenly, he felt that he could not say it.
His father's death, he... ... really could not say it ...
Yan Qing did not want to speak. He just silently shed tears.
Long Qingxin turned around to look at him like this. She already had a rough idea in her heart.
How else could he have died after being captured and tortured by Lu Yiming?
Only then did she realize that she was asking the obvious question.
"Open the coffin, " she suddenly said.
Yan Qing paused and looked up at long Qingxin.
When di Qu heard this, his expression changed a little. "Old Madam, this... "
Yan Youcheng was only lying in the coffin now. He had to wait until the burial time to seal the coffin, but now that he opened it... ... especially since long Qingxin was Yan Youcheng's ex-wife ...
According to the local customs, Long Qingxin was not qualified to request to open the coffin.
However, Long Qingxin had a determined look on her face. She had no intention of changing her mind at all.
Di Qu had no choice. At this moment, Yan Jun was not here either. He could only look at Yan Qing and ask, "second master, this? "
"Open it. " Yan Qing was not as old-fashioned as he had imagined. He said it lightly without any hesitation.
He knew that in his father's life, the person he loved the most should be long Qingxin, right?
It was the last time. He thought that his father should also want to see long Qingxin.
Since Yan Qing had already spoken, di Qu could only do as he was told.
He called two servants and pushed open the coffin lid together.
Long Qingxin took a deep breath. She clenched her fists tightly and walked to the coffin with trembling legs.
At first, she was still looking straight ahead, not daring to look down at all.
What was she afraid of She didn't even know herself.
She was afraid of seeing Yan Youcheng, who was almost unknown and in a sorry state.
She was afraid that her heart would ache, she would regret, she would be sad... ...
After countless deep breaths, she mustered up her courage and looked down at the person lying in the coffin.