Noble Lady Jing Zhao

Chapter 179
Mr. Zhao passed away.

Everyone in the Zhao Mansion looked grave.

Because the Zhao family is still the exiled family members of criminal officials.

Therefore, Mr. Zhao’s funeral ceremony was kept simple.

Everyone changed into the mourning clothes that had been prepared earlier, and the descendants of the Zhao family stayed in the mourning hall of Mr. Zhao.

As the grandson-in-law of the Zhao family, Ye Jingzhao also put on newly tailored mourning clothes.

She knelt beside Mu Yanzong.

Mu Yanzong lowered his head and said nothing.

It wasn't until he noticed that there was suddenly a figure beside him that he raised his eyes and took a look.

When I saw it was Jing Zhao's sister.

A flash of surprise flashed in Mu Yanzong's eyes, and he said again, "Sister Jing Zhao, thank you very much."

Ye Jingzhao shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't need to care about this.

The third lady, Mrs. Xie, stood aside.

The maids brought here are now helping the Zhao family.

There are no servants in this house now, they are all descendants of the Zhao family.

Although the emperor showed mercy and allowed the Zhao family to live here, in the end they were still the family members of the guilty minister and could not have servants to serve them.

Mother Wang became the general manager.

Fortunately, the Zhao family is in the border area and has no relatives. They are all members of the family.

Three or two tables are enough.

Mr. Zhao will be buried outside the city after three days of mourning.

The ones keeping vigil at night were Mr. Zhao and his two direct grandsons, and the only one left was Mr. Zhao's only grandson, Mu Yanzong.

Ye Jingzhao slept with his mother.

When I returned to my room to rest, it was already the end of Haishi.

It was bitterly cold at the border, and now the climate in Kyoto has gradually warmed up, but at the border it was still like the depths of winter.

Although there was a pot of charcoal fire in the room, it was still a little cold.

The third wife, Xie's mother and daughter, put on their middle clothes and went to bed.

After Mr. Zhao was buried.

Mrs. Mu Zhao was very tired and slept all day.

Only then did everyone wake up amid worries.

When she dreams at midnight, Ms. Zhao can always think of the time when her father played with her when she was young.

She seemed to be still a child, clinging to her parents.

In a blink of an eye, she became a mother.

Now, she has sent away her father, Zhao, who has not dreamed of her mother for many years.

This time I finally dreamed of my mother.

The mother still looked like she was 26, gently rubbing her bun and coaxing her to sleep gently.

She is her father's first child, and she is also an official legitimate child.

In her childhood memories, her parents were loving and she was the only favorite in the family.

Later, her mother died when she was seven years old.

Within half a year, my father married his step-brother and returned home.

Since then, she has lost her father in her heart.

The step-brother whom her father married treated her very well at first.

I think it's because I have always been cold-tempered.

The stepmother lost her patience and let her grow up on her own, never taking care of her again.

Ms. Zhao felt that this home no longer belonged to her.

Later, when her younger brother was born, her presence in the house became even smaller.

Two years before getting married, my stepmother also died of illness.

He looked at his younger brother who was kneeling in front of his stepmother's grave and crying bitterly.

She seemed to see herself again when she was a child many years ago.

Even though the father has been thinking about repairing the relationship between father and daughter.

But at that time, Zhao had reached the age of leaving the cabinet.

She only wanted to get married as soon as possible, so she couldn't think of her father.

Before the accident happened to the Zhao family, her father came to see her.

Said a lot of things.

Mrs. Zhao felt sad.

Later, the Zhao family was in trouble, and my husband suddenly became seriously ill.

She was caught in a dilemma and was in great pain.

In the end, she failed to clear up the grievances of her parents' family, nor did she keep her late husband.

Mrs. Mu Zhao looked at her son who was guarding the bed.He forced out a wry smile and said, "Zong'er, let's set off back to Kyoto tomorrow."

Mu Yanzong nodded lightly and said nothing more.

His face was haggard and lonely, and he couldn't hide it no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

It's a bit sad to watch.

The carriages were prepared in advance.

Mr. Zhao learned that the eldest sister was leaving.

He specially brought his wife Fu here.

I learned that my younger brother was coming with his younger siblings.

Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Zhao, took her son out.

There was no one else in the house.

Mr. Zhao and his wife, Mrs. Fu, bowed to the eldest sister, who was already half-siting on the soft couch, leaning against a soft pillow.

"I came today, but something happened."

Mrs. Zhao looked at her younger sister-in-law, Mrs. Fu, and spoke slowly.

Mrs. Fu secretly looked at her husband, not knowing how to speak.

Mr. Zhao frowned and sighed. After all, he was still shameless and said to the eldest sister, "Sister, my brother has never asked you for anything."

"Now, I beg you, eldest sister, to bring Mianmian back to Kyoto."

"My younger brother will never forget my eldest sister's kindness. If I have another chance in the future, I will definitely repay my eldest sister."

Mrs. Fu knelt in front of Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Zhao, holding back tears.

His voice was also a little hoarse, and he begged, "Sister, if there is really another way, I and I will not embarrass eldest sister. But..."

"But now, the master and I really have nothing to do."

The family members of guilty ministers are not allowed to enter the capital without an order.

This year, the Zhao family stayed quietly at the border with no other thoughts.

But who would have thought that her daughter Zhao Mianmian would come to the border and her health would get worse day by day.

Now he is only seven years old and as thin as a kitten.

She looked malnourished, and her complexion was much sallower than that of a woman in her early forties from Kyoto.

When Zhao met her niece for the first time, she was extremely shocked.

It was just the situation she and her son were in the Marquis Mansion that finally made her put away her compassion.

Now the position of Marquis is undecided.

Ruoyue brought her niece back to Kyoto.

It was reported to the emperor by someone who was interested.

That is a capital offense.

Mrs. Mu Zhao did not speak for a long time.

Mr. Zhao just sighed and did not force it.

Mrs. Fu kept crying.

Looking at Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Zhao felt like her heart was being pricked with needles.

Mu Yanzong has been standing outside the door and has not left, talking in the room.

He certainly heard the whole story.

He opened the door and walked in slowly.

He bowed his hands towards the house and said, "Mother, uncle, aunt."

When Mrs. Fu heard her nephew's voice, she quickly stopped crying, turned away, took out the handkerchief, and wiped her tears.

"Uncle, I was just about to talk to you about this. When I came here, I specifically asked for grace for my cousin. This time, I took my cousin Mianmian back to Kyoto."

Mrs. Mu looked at her son in surprise. She had never heard her son mention this matter.

She was also afraid that her son wanted to stop her because he didn't want to embarrass her.

"Don't worry, mother. My son has really answered the questions about this matter. Mother doesn't have to worry."

Mu Yanzong noticed his mother's worries and explained.

Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Zhao, was doubtful.

Mrs. Fu was overjoyed and quickly looked at her nephew, seeing him nodding solemnly.

Mrs. Fu stood up and walked to her husband, full of joy.

Mr. Zhao looked at his nephew with approval in his eyes, "Zong'er, you are a good boy. If you have a heart, my uncle will never forget your kindness."

In fact, Mr. Zhao also has an eldest son, who is now ten years old.

But the eldest son is a man after all, and his body is much stronger than that of the daughter.

Looking at the figure of their daughter every day, no parent can feel distressed.

When leaving, Zhao Mianmian tightly held the curtain of the carriage with both hands.

His eyes were frightened and he looked helplessly at his parents and elder brother.

In the end, I could only grab my brother's arm and call, "Brother, brother..."

(End of this chapter)