Started as a poor little girl

"It's a good idea, and it can also eliminate the root of the problem. Okay, Grandpa will give the order right away. You should have a good rest tonight, and we will start implementing the plan tomorrow."

Wei Zhonglin thought this was a very good idea. Seeing that his grandson was tired from the journey, he decided to let him eat something and rest early.

Wei Lingheng ate something, Wei Xinyan cleaned up the room for him, he took a hot bath, and went to bed comfortably.

The next day, Wei Zhonglin prepared all the funeral supplies and asked housekeeper Wei to take full charge of it. He then waited for the fish to take the bait.

Wei Lingheng was put into the coffin after breakfast. Although it was a bit disgusting, those people with ulterior motives must be eliminated, otherwise there will be big trouble.

In the bedroom of the Wei Mansion, there was a tall man with a well-proportioned figure and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, revealing a kind of confidence and charm. His nose was high, which complemented his face shape. Although he was middle-aged, he could not see the traces of time at all. He sat by the bed, but at this time he was frowning.

"Madam, don't worry. Ling Heng will be fine. He will be fine. I've asked my father to send people to look for him. Our people are also looking for him outside!" Wei Deliang suppressed his worries, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and comforted his anxious wife. He held his wife's hand beside him.

She has a tall figure, fair and delicate skin, revealing a kind of elegance and temperament, an oval face, beautiful almond eyes that are red from crying, and crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes. The woman snuggled in Wei Deliang's arms, sobbing.

"But, but there has been no news for several months. I don't know..." Jing Meixue didn't dare to continue. She was afraid that she would never see her son again.

At this time, the housekeeper hurried into the room and said, "Master and Madam, Housekeeper Wei is here to see you. He said he found the young master."

"Hurry, please invite Butler Wei in." Wei Deliang quickly asked the butler to invite Butler Wei in.

"That's great, that's great." Upon hearing the news, Jing Meixue's brows relaxed. She was excited and the stone in her heart finally fell.

The two of them were waiting for Butler Wei's arrival with great anticipation, thinking that they would be able to see their son soon and were looking forward to the moment of reuniting with Wei Lingheng.

However, fate played a cruel joke on them. Under the expectant gaze of the couple, Wei Xinyan slowly walked into the bedroom.

"Master, Madam, the Marquis specifically asked me to come and tell you that the young master has been found, but..."

Jing Meixue had a bad feeling, and she asked anxiously, "But what? Butler Wei, can you just tell us? We can accept it."

The thing that they feared the most finally happened, and they heard the heartbreaking news - a death.

"The young master has passed away. Please mourn for him. The old marquis has already set up a mourning hall for the young master. Please follow me to the marquis' mansion to take a look at the young master!"

This sudden bad news was hard for Wei Deliang and his wife to accept. They said they could accept it, but in fact, when they heard the bad news, time seemed to stop for them.

The entire Wei Mansion was plunged into grief, and instantly became cold and heavy.

Even though they knew this day would eventually come, they already knew Wei Lingheng was in danger after not finding him for so long, but there was always hope as long as the body wasn't found.

But when it really came, they still couldn't bear the huge pain.

"My Ling Heng! My son! How could you die at the age of fourteen?"

Jing Meixue was deeply shocked. Her heart was finally dead, completely dead. She could not bear it any longer. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Someone, come quickly, ask the doctor to come over, hurry up! Madam, madam, wake up, don't scare me, Ling Heng abandoned us, don't leave me alone! Wuuuuu..."

Wei Deliang cried softly. He could no longer bear it. How could this happen? Why? He couldn't figure out why.

"I'm sorry! Uncle Wei, we'll go later. We'll wait for Madam to accept this fact and then we'll go together."

Wei Deliang lowered his eyelids, showing no emotion. His voice was low and hoarse, suppressing the sadness and almost collapse.

Wei Xinyan left quietly without saying anything. He knew they were very sad, but he couldn't say anything. The old marquis had ordered not to tell them or they would ruin the show, so he had to apologize to them.

Although they have a very good relationship, Wei Deliang is also a child who grew up under his care. He usually calls him Uncle Wei. He can't bear to see them like this, so he decided to leave quickly.

Not long after Wei Xinyan left, the doctor arrived.

"Don't worry, Master Wei. Madam just fainted due to excessive grief. When she wakes up, just give her some medicine according to the prescription I prescribed. Although the medicine can cure the body, you still have to relax." The doctor shook his head and was escorted out of the mansion by the servant carrying the medicine box.

The couple looked at each other, but there was a numb and dull expression in their eyes. Jing Meixue drank the medicine and had someone help her get on the carriage, which drove to the Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty.

The couple got off the carriage and saw the white lanterns and flying white silk, which made their hearts ache again and again, almost suffocating.

They walked into the marquis' mansion with heavy steps. Wei Xinyan had been waiting at the door for a long time. He led the way. The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, as if it was also mourning for the funeral.

After much difficulty, they reached the mourning hall, which was decorated very solemnly. Wei Lingheng's body was placed in the center of the altar, surrounded by flowers and fragrant fruits.

"You're here! Go take one last look at Ling Heng!" Wei Zhonglin watched from the side with a cold tone.

The mourning hall was decorated very neatly, with elegiac couplets and banners hanging inside. Relatives and friends all went inside to pay their respects and burn incense to the deceased, expressing their condolences and remembrance for Wei Lingheng who passed away at a young age.

Some of them were wiping tears and crying, some were observing a moment of silence, and some were chanting scriptures. The scene was very heavy, with smoke rising from the incense burners and candles flickering, creating a strange atmosphere.

Jing Meixue staggered and grabbed the coffin, moving forward step by step. When she saw her son's face in the coffin, which had a blue-gray color, her face instantly turned ashen.

She couldn't accept the fact and looked around in disbelief to confirm that this could not be true. Her relatives and friends around her all looked reluctant. She closed her eyes in pain and tears streamed down her face. She bit her lips and sobbed softly, which was heartbreaking to see.

"Madam, get up quickly. Ling Heng will be very sad if he knew you are like this." Wei Deliang suppressed the pain and sadness in his heart, helped his wife up, and gently wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

"Okay, do you want Ling Heng to be restless in the underworld?" Wei Zhonglin scolded his son and daughter-in-law.

Friends and relatives whispered:

"Has this eldest brother fallen out of favor? Now that his son is gone, does the old marquis no longer value them?"

"I think so too. Maybe he's disappointed!"

"That's it"

There was only one person in the corner who did not join the discussion. A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was fleeting.

"Alright, alright, stop discussing nonsense. What time is it now? Be serious." Wei Zhonglin's face was serious and his voice was loud, shocking everyone into silence.

Jing Meixue fainted from crying again. Wei Zhonglin asked housekeeper Wei to take Jing Meixue and her husband to the guest room to rest, so as to prevent Jing Meixue from fainting again due to the stimulation.

Everyone else stayed in the mourning hall to keep vigil, with their heads lowered, in eerie silence.

As night fell, the old marquis looked at the coffin and sighed. Wei Xinyan hurried over to support him, and they slowly left the mourning hall.

There was a little tail following behind them, he followed from a distance. What he didn't know was that the two people in front had noticed him, but they were just cooperating with him and pretending not to notice his existence.

"You outside, come in! Since you've followed me here, just come in! Just tell me what you want to say." Wei Zhonglin was sitting in the room resting, his voice was cold.