After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The Yongchang Marquis’ Mansion is hung with white sails.

Unlike the grand ceremony when the old marquis passed away, the funeral at the Yongchang Marquisate was extremely simple.

In the mourning hall, the old woman cried until she was hoarse and was in agony.

The three concubines were dressed in mourning and looked panic-stricken.

As the eldest son of the Marquis's Mansion, Su Xuanming took on the responsibility of being the chief mourner and went to various mansions to report the death.

Because of the killing spree committed by the men in black in the marquis's mansion, there were casualties in all the mansions. For a time, the entire capital was filled with funerals.

All the items and rituals needed for funerals were in short supply.

The old lady of the Marquis's mansion turned white overnight. She was heartbroken just by hearing about her son's death.

The old lady of the Marquis' Mansion tightly grasped the wrist of the daughter-in-law of the Su family's eldest wife, and her voice trembled: "My son has a miserable life. He has fought in battles all his life and has never enjoyed the wealth of the Marquis' Mansion. He was cruel and left me early, leaving me with a gray-haired son. But I can't do what he did. How can I bear to let him suffer in the underworld!"

The daughter-in-law of the Su family's eldest wife wanted to pull her hand back, but was held tightly by Old Madam Hou.

Madam Hou's eyes were red as she stared at the eyes of the daughter-in-law of the Su family's eldest wife: "What kind of funerary objects did she bury with my son?!"

They both knew very well that the "she" here referred to was Gu Nanxi, the wife of Marquis Yongchang!

The daughter-in-law of the Su family's eldest wife cursed in her heart. She never saw her mother-in-law think of the eldest wife on normal days, but when she offended someone, she thought of them!

"Madam Hou said that the Marquisate was deeply favored by the Emperor, so they should respond to the call and implement a simple burial."

Old Madam Hou felt a pang of pain in her heart. She knew that this vicious woman, Gu Nanxi, would not hold a good funeral for her son!

Madam Hou was unwilling to accept this: "Even if it is a simple burial, we still need to invite the funeral master from Xiangguo Temple to determine the cemetery and burial date."

"It's cremation."

The words of the daughter-in-law of the Su family's eldest wife interrupted all the subsequent words of Madam Hou.

Old Madam Hou closed her eyes tightly, her lips were pale, and her whole body was trembling, like an old person who had lost her only child, which was very heartbreaking.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Who did you ask to write my son's epitaph?"

The eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family turned her head away and said softly, "It's a monument without words."

Old Madam Hou could not bear this shock at all. She burst into tears and choked with sobs.

The eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family sighed in her heart. She did not say Gu Nanxi's original words, for fear that the old lady would follow the Marquis after hearing them.

Gu Nanxi said that Marquis Yongchang was unable to be loyal to the emperor, unable to plead for the people, unable to come up with policies to stabilize the country and ensure its security, and unable to defend and expand the territory in his military capacity.

In the Yu family, he was not filial to his parents, nor did he raise his children. Throughout his life, he was nothing but a selfish, short-sighted and cold-hearted person.

For the sake of the children, Gu Nanxi erected a monument without any words on it to prevent him from being infamous for eternity.

The daughter-in-law of the eldest wife of the Su family lowered her eyes. She and her husband had already discussed it. Since the title of the marquisate was protected by Gu Nanxi, it would never fall on the head of the eldest wife.

Although he didn't know what had happened, looking at Gu Nanxi's attitude, he hated Marquis Yongchang to the core.

Therefore, in the future, their eldest wife should stay away from this marquisate, so as not to not only fail to gain any advantage, but also lose her entire family!

A pile of firewood, a big fire, and a pool of meat paste turned into a handful of ash.

After receiving the news, Su Yunting traveled day and night, first taking a boat north, then riding a horse at full speed, and finally arrived in time.

His dusty appearance was also seen by the people of Kyoto.

The atmosphere inside Fuquan Teahouse was somewhat depressing.

"Alas, when the old marquis passed away, the colorful tents stretched for three miles. The funeral procession was endless. It was so lively and luxurious! When it came to the Marquis of Yongchang, he lived simply, like an ordinary citizen."

The old man with gray hair was very sad.

Everyone attaches great importance to what happens after death, and wealthy people want to continue the luxury they enjoyed in their lifetime in another world.

Poor families hope to change their fate in the next life and be born into a good family.

"I went to see the Marquis of Yongchang off. The second son of the Su family ran so hard that his legs were shaking. The eldest son of the Su family also lost a lot of weight and looked visibly haggard. Madam Su stayed by the Marquis's side and never left her side."

The sentimental tea drinker took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears: "Deep love does not last long. When a person is in the most sorrowful situation, how can he shed tears? The three brothers and sisters of the Su family are all filial children."

In the lobby of Fuquan Teahouse, tea drinkers cursed the northern Tartars for being too bullying while expressing their long-standing admiration for Gu Nanxi like a surging river, endless.

Over the past decade, both sides have only engaged in minor skirmishes, and there has never been a large-scale military deployment.

I thought this was a tacit understanding between the two sides and would continue like this, but I didn't expect that the Tatars in the northern border were the beasts lurking in the dark, and would pounce on me and bite me when they saw the chance!

The wife of Marquis Yongchang was right. She had long anticipated the evil ambitions of the Tartars in the northern border!

"Why are you all so sad? If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Even if you are so worried that you can't eat, what's the point? You might as well earn some extra pocket money so that you can have some money to rely on if a war breaks out."

This is very true.

Even if the Marquis of Yongchang died, weren't there other generals guarding the country? There were so many military officers, even if they lined up, it wouldn't be my turn to worry about this matter!

"Come on, come on! Storyteller, tell me something else. I don't want to listen to The Legend of the Lonely City or the second part today. Let's talk about something more festive."

The one who pays is the boss, so the storyteller will naturally not go against the God of Wealth's wishes and change the story to one of past events in the boudoir or some gossip in the backyard.

The atmosphere in the lobby was soon livened up, and the gloom just now seemed to have been swept away.

In the private room on the second floor, the three ladies who had a rare gathering were slumped in their chairs, looking totally unpresentable.

The wife of the Prince of Jiguo gently pinched a piece of Danai cake, and the sweet taste filled her mouth, dispelling the bitterness on the tip of her tongue.

"My prince was completely frightened. As soon as he returned home, he asked for Gu Nanxi's portrait. At night, he insisted that a ghost came to take his life. He even stopped going to his concubine's room and moved directly to Daxiangguo Temple!"

The young wife of Duke Chengguo seemed to be hollowed out. She had to ask Madam Niu to feed her a cup of tea. "As long as the person is alive, that's enough. I've been attending funerals like crazy these past few days. One in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening."

The young wife of Duke Chen curled her lips in disdain: "They all look decent, but they keep causing trouble! The house is obviously empty, but they insist on saving face and pretending to be presentable. It's the wife of Marquis Yongchang who is open-minded, she does what she wants and is not afraid of what others say."

Mrs. Niu picked up the teacup and offered water to the wife of Duke Chengguo, but her thoughts were wandering and she didn't even notice that the tea had flowed onto the wife's clothes.

"Is our friendship not even worth a cup of tea? If you don't want to feed me, then don't. Why ruin my new clothes?" The young lady of Duke Chengguo joked helplessly.

Mrs. Niu finally came to her senses and quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe the tea stains: "It's my fault. I will compensate you with a new piece of satin when I get back."

"Forget about the satin. Can I really argue with you? But what on earth are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in it?"