Daughter Reborn as the Head of the Family

Chapter 97 Fulfill his wish and take him home

Madam Zhang didn't say much, and ordered more guards to be taken on the road.

Finally, after getting on Zhang's carriage and leaving the city, Song Jinyue ordered the carriage of the Duke's Palace to go directly back to the Duke's Palace.

Several people rode in a carriage together.

In the carriage, Song Qinghua lowered her head, held a handkerchief to the back of her eyes, and her body twitched slightly.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely silent.

Zhang Dingzhi looked at Song Qinghua's appearance and knew that no matter what he said now, she would definitely not listen.

She looked at her cousin next to her, and saw that she also had a heavy look on her face, with a hint of sadness on her face. It didn't look distressing, so she raised her hand and held her cousin's soft palm tightly.

Song Jinyue was in a trance, her hand was held by someone, and she instinctively and subconsciously shrank back, but the person holding her hand increased the strength. She raised her eyes and saw that it was Cousin Zhi.

Only then did he suddenly remember that they were on the carriage and where they were going.

She twitched her lips and tried to force out a faint smile, wanting to tell Cousin Zhi that she was fine.

But after all, the sadness in his expression cannot be hidden.

Today, Cousin Zhi didn't have to accompany her. Aunt Xie was worried about her, so she asked Cousin Zhi to accompany her on this trip.

When the carriage stopped, Song Jinyue's heart sank again.

But he still had the courage to get off the carriage.

Qiu Yun helped Song Qinghua get out of the carriage. Because this trip was a bit hasty and obscure, Song Qinghua did not bring her personal maid.

I saw a black nanmu coffin standing in the ruined temple. The memorial tablet and incense candles were now set up on the altar table in the temple. The boy who had previously gone to the Duke's Mansion to deliver a letter, dressed in white mourning clothes, was kneeling on the ground.

, paper money was burning in the copper basin in front of him.

The young man was choking and crying. He threw paper money into the copper basin and murmured: "Sir, please take care of yourself along the way."

After saying this, the boy wiped his tears again. Hearing the movement outside, he turned around and saw Miss Song Qinghua. He quickly got up and rushed forward.

With a "pop" sound, she knelt down in front of Song Qinghua and said sadly: "Miss Song, my young master is gone..."

With just one sentence, Song Qinghua's eyes darkened, her body went limp, and she passed out.

Song Jinyue hurriedly supported Song Qinghua to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Everyone worked together to support Song Qinghua inside the ruined temple, and found straw to spread on the ground. Now they couldn't care about anything else, so they had to settle Song Qinghua down first.

Qiu Yun took the brocade quilt from the carriage and covered Song Qinghua's body.

Song Jinyue knelt in front of Mr. Xu's spirit, burned some paper money for Mr. Xu, and whispered: "Mr. Xu, I'm sorry..."

She didn't know what to say.

Her heart felt like it was stuck in her throat, making her a little breathless.

The eye sockets are slightly sour and the tip of the nose is slightly red.

Finally a few tears fell.

Although they had never met each other, the fact that this person died because of her made Song Jinyue feel a little guilty and self-blame.

I don’t know if Mr. Xu can experience such a mysterious adventure as hers.

If there is an afterlife, I hope Mr. Xu will have a smooth and peaceful life.

Song Jinyue murmured to herself.

The black coffin was open, and the young man had changed the shroud for his young master. Young Master Xu found that it was covered with a white cloth.

Song Jinyue kowtowed a few more times, then slowly stood up and went to see Song Qinghua.

Song Qinghua opened her eyes in a daze, looking around helplessly. When she saw clearly that the person coming was Song Jinyue, she suddenly remembered the purpose of today's trip.

For a moment I couldn't help but choked up.

She opened the brocade quilt, staggered towards the black coffin, held the coffin with both hands, and looked at the young man lying in the coffin with empty eyes.

She burst into tears, "You, you are so cruel..."

All the grievances turned into only one accusation, an accusation with deep love.

Song Jinyue quietly stayed by Song Qinghua's side, accompanying her from dawn to dusk. Song Qinghua cried unconsciously several times, but continued to cry after she woke up.

Although it is winter now, the road is blocked by snow and it is difficult to walk.

But after all, we can't let Mr. Xu stay here forever.

In the evening, seeing that Song Qinghua finally recovered a little, Song Jinyue stepped forward and discussed with her: "Sister Hua, why don't we take Mr. Xu back to Jiangnan tomorrow?"

Song Qinghua was like a walking zombie, staring blankly outside the room.

Nothing happens.

Song Jinyue sat down next to Song Qinghua, sighed slightly, and said: "I know that Sister Hua is heartbroken right now, but after all, there is no resurrection after death. Sister Hua, Mr. Xu definitely wants to meet his parents as soon as possible.

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At this moment, Song Qinghua seemed to have heard it, and nodded slightly, but her eyes still fell outside the ruined temple.

Seeing that she agreed, Song Jinyue stood up and ordered the people outside to leave for Jiangnan tomorrow.

They pretended to be businessmen from the capital and went to Jiangnan to do business.

After all, Song Jinyue didn't want others to know their identities.

Moreover, Song Qinghua alone cannot bring Mr. Xu back to Jiangnan.

Early the next morning, when the sky was still bright and most of the snow on the road had disappeared, the servant closed the coffin lid for Mr. Xu, and everyone set off towards the south of the Yangtze River.

Along the way, apart from eating, no one took much rest.

Song Qinghua didn't drink even a drop of water along the way. No matter how anyone tried to persuade her, she refused to use a drop of water.

Song Jinyue had no choice but to give up and wait until she got to Jiangnan.

This was Song Jinyue's first trip to Jiangnan in his two lifetimes, but this time due to the heavy atmosphere, Song Jinyue had no intention of looking at the scenery outside the window.

When they arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, it was already the morning of the second day. Song Jinyue and Zhang Dingzhi did not go to the Xu Mansion. They stayed in the inn and asked the servant to accompany Song Qinghua to the Xu Mansion.

Song Jinyue specially asked Qiu Yun to guard Song Qinghua, and Zhang Dingzhi also sent his maid to go with Qiu Yun.

He told the two of them that if anything happened, they must reply as soon as possible.

Although it was inconvenient for them to show up, Song Qinghua came with them. If something happened to Song Qinghua again, Song Jinyue would feel even more guilty and self-blame.

In the house, Zhang Dingzhi accompanied her cousin. She saw that her eyebrows had not relaxed in the past two days. She would always wake up when sleeping on the carriage at night. Although she had never disturbed her, Zhang Dingzhi still carefully noticed the strangeness of her cousin.

The cousin's eyes were black and blue, and she looked haggard. Zhang Dingzhi advised her: "Sister Yue, you didn't sleep well this way. You have nothing to do now, so you should sleep for a while."

Song Jinyue shook her head, "Cousin Zhi, I'm not sleepy."

"Be good and be obedient. If something happens to you, how do you want me to talk to my grandmother? You should think about your grandmother as well as yourself. She is getting older now..."

Zhang Dingzhi advised softly.

My grandmother's life was extremely difficult. If something happened to my cousin again, wouldn't it cost my grandmother's life?

Song Jinyue reluctantly agreed to Cousin Zhi's proposal, lay down on the couch and closed her eyes.

But in front of her eyes was Sister Hua's helpless, hesitant and desperate expression.

(End of chapter)