The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

The mourning hall is located in the front yard, with two coffins placed side by side in the center.

Li took the twins on a wake-up call.

Except for the collapse at the beginning, Mr. Li has always been very calm.

The grief to the extreme may be peace.

The dragon and the phoenix knelt aside, affected by the surrounding atmosphere, and did not dare to cry loudly.

He just kept sobbing in a low voice, his little body was shaking, and he looked very pitiful.

When Mr. Li came back to his senses, the two dumplings were already crying and fell asleep on the ground, but they only choked from time to time.

Li looked so distressed that she hurriedly sent people back to the room to rest. For a while, only Li was left in the mourning hall.

Fingertips stroked the rock-like coffin, cold to the bone.

Li came from a family of military generals and had been fascinated by him since childhood. It is different from those women who only know one-third of an acre in the backyard.

It was too sudden at the beginning, and there was no response when there was no news at all.

Now I think about what I don't understand.

This is because His Majesty can no longer tolerate their Song family. Presumably the old man knows this before he will break the boat.

From the moment he walked out of this door, the old man had no intention of coming back alive. Because only in this way can there be a way to survive for the younger generation of the Song family.

Otherwise, it is now the fate of the whole door to be cut.

The grandfather and the old man are gone, Brother Chen has a broken leg, the two children are still young, and she is a woman again. Only in this way can His Majesty keep them alive.

Just like the Li family, the four father and brother went to the battlefield, but none of them survived.

The mother died of grief and depression, and the sisters-in-law also remarried after leaving home because they had no children.

So far, she is the only orphan girl left in the Li family of four generals.

For a while, she seemed to return to that year, when the coffins of her father and brother were sent back from the border, full of white paper and copper coins. The cries around her were so repressed that they were unforgettable.

How similar is her fate to her mother's! This is the sincere majesty of her father and father-in-law.

How could she not hate it!

The death of father and brother can be called tragic, but what about husband and father-in-law? Father-in-law defended Daxia all his life, but her husband was talented but frustrated by His Majesty's suspicion.

Even so, His Majesty still refuses to let them go, and even before dying, he will be thrown a pot of dirty water for rebellion.

She hates!

She hates!

I wish I could eat his flesh, drink his blood, and cramp his muscles, so that Emperor Chong'an would be crushed to ashes.

But she didn't even dare to show her hatred, she had to kneel to thank him.

Because she still has three children, she dare not, and can't!

Song Jingchen woke up in the middle of the night, opened his eyes and saw the familiar environment, and suddenly remembered what happened in the prison of the Punishment Department.

Get up in a hurry.

However, he found that his lower body was unconscious, and before he could call someone, a surprised voice came from his ear.

"You're finally awake!" Shen Yijia leaned over and looked surprised, his eyes were so beautiful.

Song Jingchen frowned and looked at Shen Yijia vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"You are my husband, and of course I am your wife. We got married a few days ago, have you forgotten?" Shen Yijia was upset, because she heard from the doctor that he might have a fever at night, so he should always pay attention.

Just standing beside him.

Song Jingchen frowned. He had seen Shen Ruyun once before, but she didn't look like this.

Uncle Yang didn't trust Shen Yijia and kept guarding at the door. Hearing the movement, he hurriedly pushed the door and came in.

"Master, Madam."

Seeing Uncle Yang, Song Jingchen put down his guard a little and hurriedly asked, "My father and grandfather..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed the sadness on Uncle Yang's face.

After a pause, he continued: "Are they...all okay?"

He always held a glimmer of hope, delusional that what happened before was just a dream.