I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

The next day.

The sky thundered.

The servants Song Nanzhi invited to carry the coffin all frowned.

They whispered to one side: "The weather was fine a few days ago, but today when Old Madam Song was being buried, there was a sudden thunderstorm and it was about to rain. The old lady was immoral and did not allow her descendants to rest in peace after her death."

"Who says it's not true? I heard that they even tried to poison Song Yiyan, the legitimate son of Madam Song. I don't believe that this was not done by Madam Song."

"When Concubine Yuan was in the Marquis' Mansion, she relied on her status as a cousin to serve Old Madam Song. The Crown Prince colluded with Old Madam Song to deceive Madam Song."

"She coaxed him into entering the Marquis's mansion, and then tricked him into raising someone else's son. If it wasn't for Madam Song's efforts to prove the Crown Prince's innocence that day, and she found out that the legitimate son adopted under her name was the son and Concubine Yuan's, I'm afraid she would have been kept in the dark for the rest of her life."

"It's despicable that a whole family teamed up to deceive a foreign woman!"

"If it were you, I would say you shouldn't have come to carry her coffin. It would be best if her body could rot in the mansion."

"Hush, I didn't want to come, but the prince gave me too much. It would be a waste if I didn't make the money."

"Hualala..." As they were talking, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

"Damn it!"

"I am so unlucky. I have been carrying coffins for so many years and have never seen such a coincidence. Isn't this embarrassing?"

Everyone was cursing.

Song Nanzhi also frowned and felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the auspicious time was about to arrive, he had to ask someone to bring him a straw raincoat and cloak and put them on.

Liu Yueru and Yan Ge'er each held an umbrella and watched the scene in front of them quietly.

"The auspicious time has arrived, open the coffin!"

The words fell.

Firecrackers sounded.

"One, two, three, up!"

With a sound, Madam Song's coffin was lifted up.

However, there was a terrible stench coming from the coffin, and a black unknown liquid would flow out of the coffin with every step taken.

The people carrying the coffin endured the stench and continued to move forward. Looking at the liquid flowing out, they suddenly felt nauseous.

The people carrying the coffin lost their balance for a moment and walked unsteadily.

Song Nanzhi's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Once the coffin is lifted, it must be raised and lowered three times. It has only taken a few steps before being put down again. The road ahead will probably be even more difficult to walk.

Song Nanzhi hurriedly pulled the Houfu and shouted, "Be careful, be careful, don't let the coffin fall."

When his eyes fell on the black water under the coffin, he said, “Ugh!”

Song Nanzhi covered his mouth and nose and began to dry heave.

Liu Yueru and Song Yiyan followed at the end of the funeral procession.

Looking at this scene, the two of them touched something on the tip of their noses, and the unpleasant stench was much alleviated.

"Mother, has great-grandmother rotted?" Song Yiyan asked in a low voice.

Liu Yueru explained meaningfully: "It's rotten, it was rotten before, and now it's just a rotten corpse!"

When the neighbors smelled the stench, they all came out with umbrellas to check.

Someone cursed, "What's so smelly?"

"Why does it smell like a dead rat? Who is so wicked as to leave a dead rat lying around?"

"Hiss!" Some people gasped when they saw that it was a funeral procession in the Marquis' Mansion.

The sound of the gongs and the rolling of the rocks was very small. The coffin had long been soaked by the rain, and the people carrying the coffin could hardly move forward.

Black blood continued to flow out of the coffin.

The neighbors were so scared that their faces turned pale.

No one in the group cried.

Liu Yueru and Song Yiyan, who were at the end of the team in plain clothes, seemed out of place in the weird atmosphere.

"Go, don't stop, hurry up!" The people's discussions kept reaching Song Nanzhi's ears, and he suppressed his anger.

Shouted to the group of people carrying the coffin.

Several people were exhausted and panting.

When it rains, the wood used to carry the coffin is difficult to hold and the road becomes slippery. The coffin becomes even heavier after getting wet, and it is impossible to move fast.

Song Nanzhi's urging only made the people carrying the coffin more upset.

Several people endured the discomfort and continued to move forward for the sake of money.

"No, we have to stop." said one of the people carrying the coffin.

Song Nanzhi glanced at the distance and immediately became anxious, trying to stop them, "No, go ahead, the road behind the coffin here is even harder to walk on!"

"It's too heavy and the road is difficult to walk on. If you don't put it down, it will fall." Another person also hurriedly explained.

Several people did not listen to Song Nanzhi's command and said in unison: "Release it when the number reaches three."

"One, two, three!" The coffin fell to the ground.

"Ah!" Song Nanzhi suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Following the sound, I saw that one of Song Nanzhi's feet was pressed under the coffin.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry... lift it up!" Several people lifted the coffin again in a hurry.

Fall again!

Song Nanzhi was helped to the side.

Seeing what everyone was doing made me even angrier!

"You, can you walk such a long distance in one breath?" Song Nanzhi asked restrainedly.

"Usually it takes several groups of people to carry the coffin, but the prince only invited one group of us. It's impossible to carry it up and down three times for such a long time." One of them said unhappily.

Song Nanzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Is it impossible to look for someone now? I'll give you more money, and you can find a way."

"We can't lift it anymore. The black water flowing out of the coffin stinks. Every step is difficult." One of them took off the cloth from his shoulder and threw it aside, then stood up and left.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

He also threw away the towel and left.

"Hey! You, don't leave. Can't I give you double the price?" Song Nanzhi suddenly panicked.

Those who were carrying the coffin didn't want to come in the first place, and after being treated like that by Song Nanzhi just now, they all left without looking back.

Old Madam Song’s coffin was just stopped in the middle of the road, exposed to the wind, rain, and thunder!

Song Nanzhi knelt in front of Old Madam Song's coffin and burst into tears: "Grandma, I am an unfilial grandson. I couldn't even send you off properly on your last journey!"

Liu Yueru stared at him with her cold eyes without blinking, pursed her lips and smiled secretly, it was retribution, God wouldn't let her go easily!

The rain in the sky gradually became lighter.

Song Nanzhi looked at Liu Yueru who was at the end of the funeral procession and suddenly remembered something.

He got up from the ground, stumbled to Liu Yueru and said, "Yue'er, the soldiers in my brother's army are very strong. Now there is no one to carry the coffin for grandma. Please ask my brother to call some soldiers to see grandma off for the last time."

Liu Yueru sneered as if she had heard a big joke: "Your Highness may not understand the situation. The hands of those soldiers are used to defend the territory and the people's livelihood. You actually let those iron-willed soldiers carry the coffin for our mansion? If this gets out, how will the world see my eldest brother? How will the emperor see our Liu Mansion? Are you seeking power for your own selfish desires?"

"You're too polite. It's just carrying the coffin for my grandmother's burial. It's not as serious as you say! If you don't want to, just say it directly. There's no need to refuse in such a roundabout way." Song Nanzhi's face turned pale.

Liu Yueru said coldly: "No, they are my family. I have to be responsible for everything I do. I can't let my brother be criticized!"

"You!" Song Nanzhi didn't expect that in front of everyone, Liu Yueru wouldn't even give him a bit of face. He was so angry that his face turned from blue to black and then to red. His expression was very interesting.

Under the coffin, large amounts of black water flowed out through the cracks. The sun appeared in the sky, and as the temperature rose, the stench spread to every street and alley!