"Bang bang bang...!"
This ti, unlike the usual polite knocking, Zi Xia was so anxious her actions were unexpectedly intense, almost as if she wanted to break the door down.
Well, anyone would be worried to find out that the coffin being carried out of the house unexpectedly turned back midway.
"Miss, Miss, sothing’s wrong, there’s trouble." Zi Xia shouted loudly while knocking.
Xuexue, listening intently in her room, was also puzzled. When leaving the house, Situtu Qinger was fine, so why did she change her mind halfway?
"Co in, the door’s not locked."
"Hey!"
Zi Xia responded, pushed the door open forcefully, and indeed, it opened. She turned and said to the young maid, "Hurry in and report to the Miss what’s going on."
"Thank you, Sister Zi Xia."
The young maid stepped into the room.
Situtu Xueer had her long hair completely let down and was wearing a pink inner garnt, half reclining leisurely on the bed with a book in her hand.
Evidently, the Miss was reading.
"Miss, sothing’s wrong."
"What’s wrong?"
"Second Miss brought Auntie Tang’s coffin back; it’s already near the main entrance. Miss, please think of sothing quickly, we can’t let her succeed."
In fact, after hearing the conversation between the young maid and Zi Xia, Xuexue had already started thinking of a counterasure.
She beckoned the young maid over: "Co here!"
The young maid obediently stepped forward.
Xuexue whispered a few words in her ear.
The young maid suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly, saying: "Yes, this maid will take care of it imdiately."
"Go ahead, hurry up."
"Yes."
The young maid responded and ran off like the wind.
Zi Xia looked at her back with a puzzled expression, "Miss, what did you say to her? Why is she running so fast?"
Xuexue smiled, "Don’t worry about it, let’s tidy up and prepare to watch the show at the main entrance."
As she spoke, she got out of bed, picked up the outer garnt beside her, and dressed herself.
"Watch the show?"
"What’s wrong? Don’t you want to see the show?" Xuexue laughed while tying her belt.
Zi Xia: "Miss, have you gone mad because Auntie Tang’s body is being brought back to the mansion?"
"Does this Miss look mad?"
Zi Xia glanced at the Miss, calm and composed, her eyes clear, not at all like soone who had been provoked, and involuntarily said, "Not at all."
Glancing at Zi Xia who showed no awareness of helping her tidy her hair, Xuexue shook her head helplessly, sat at the dressing table, casually tied up her hair, and stood up: "Let’s go, or we’ll miss the good show!"
"Oh!"
Zi Xia followed behind Xuexue absent-mindedly. When she unconsciously looked up, she saw the Miss had tied her hair in a man’s style, and broke out in a sweat: "Miss, are you sure you can go out like this? Let redo your hairbun."
"No need, it’s fine like this, neat and refreshing." Saying that, Xuexue already walked out of the room.
Zi Xia regretted deeply, blaming herself for being distracted earlier and forgetting to assist the Miss.
At the General’s Mansion entrance.
When the funeral procession returned, they no longer struck the Copper Gong or set off firecrackers, creating an eerily silent atmosphere.
Following their procession were many villagers.
Situtu Qinger was just about to call for people to carry Auntie Tang’s coffin inside.
Suddenly, she saw a Taishi Chair placed at the main entrance, with the Old Madam sitting gloomily on it.
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