Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 721
Yuan Baodu has personally helped the spirit back to Beijing, but the old man surnamed Yang is still ruthless and refuses to let the dead body go.

Wen Wan raised her head and looked at Xu Shu, "Who is it that comes to change the coffin?"

"In the palace." Xu Shu replied.

"Very well, I'll go out and meet them."

With that said, she turned around gently and stepped out of the gate.

Sure enough, there was a coffin of Jinsinnan parked under the stone steps, with eunuchs lined up on both sides, and the leader was Eunuch Cui.

Seeing Wen Wan, Eunuch Cui saluted respectfully, "My servant greets the princess."

Wen Wan paused in her steps, glanced at the coffin, and finally fixed her gaze on Eunuch Cui, "The Song family is in the funeral, and Eunuch is here, why?"

Eunuch Cui felt that the gentle attitude was a bit indifferent, he said: "Master Song led the troops to eradicate the cult and died in the line of duty. He has kindness to the people and great Chu. The emperor specially bestowed the posthumous title of 'Wenzheng', and the cooking is regulated by the Marquis. As for the funeral, what is parked next to the slave is the new coffin made by the Marquis, princess, when will it be convenient for you to go in and change it?"

Wen Wan clasped her sleeves with both hands, and her expression was extremely calm, "So, you are acting on the order of the emperor's uncle?"

Eunuch Cui was noncommittal.

"I want to meet the emperor's uncle."

Wen Wan did not directly agree to change the coffin.

Since returning to Beijing, Emperor Guangxi has been claiming that he is ill and will not go to court. Except for the few eunuchs close to him and the imperial physician who asks for pulse every day, no one knows his recent situation.

The queen was critically ill, and the prince was imprisoned in the clan's house and ignored him, how could he suddenly stand up and care about Song Wei's affairs?

There must be something odd about this.

Maybe, Eunuch Cui was also bribed by Yang Shoufu, and today he came to confirm whether Song Wei was dead or not.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he smiled gently and sarcasticly, "Why, the emperor's uncle is seriously ill, shouldn't he see outsiders?"

Eunuch Cui didn't answer.

"I don't care whose handwriting or imperial decree you are holding, as long as I don't see the emperor's uncle with my own eyes, I won't be able to do anything. Saburo is blessed, and I can't bear this nanmu coffin. Father-in-law, please go back."

Eunuch Cui heard that Wen Wan was really angry, and said gently: "Master Song had an accident, so I can understand the grief of the princess, but the change of the coffin has indeed been approved by the emperor. It's convenient for the princess."

Wen Wan stood still, "During these days, Eunuch Cui has been saying that the emperor's uncle's wounds have not healed and that he should not go to court or see anyone, but now he has come to spread his decree to chase after Saburo. It is your eunuch who contradicts himself. Or did you go to the wrong place?"

Eunuch Cui still had the same attitude, "I am following orders, I hope the princess will understand."

Wen Wan didn't want to say any more, she turned around and told the porter, "See off the guests!"

"Princess!" Eunuch Cui called out to Wen Wan's back, "Whether Master Yuan Bao can live safely in prison depends on the slave opening his mouth. Are you sure you won't let the slave in?"

Wen Wan curled her fingers.

Of course she wanted to save Yuan Bao, but once these people were allowed to open the coffin, the consequences would be disastrous.

Before Wen Wan could speak, Eunuch Cui emphasized again, "What this servant has is a posthumous imperial decree. Once it is taken back intact, the Song family will resist the decree."

Song Fang and the others followed. Hearing these words, she looked at Wen Wan, "Sister-in-law, since it's for third brother, let them all come in!"

"Yes, Third Aunt." Song Jiao also persuaded in a low voice, "The elder brother is still in the hands of the court. If we offend Eunuch Cui right now, the elder brother may suffer a lot."

Erlang's daughter-in-law patted the back of her hand, "It's a good thing to chase after Sanlang, so don't be naughty, you will really offend people in a while, and our family can't afford to go around."

Wen Wan couldn't explain to them the reason why she didn't agree to open the coffin, she was doing her last persistence and struggle, "The coffin will be left, and the Song family will change it themselves, please thank my father-in-law to the emperor's uncle on my behalf."

"This..." Eunuch Cui did not expect Wen Wan to be so stubborn, no matter what, he refused to let them enter the mourning hall.

"The Song family is busy, so we won't entertain the father-in-law, please go slowly."

Eunuch Cui frowned inadvertently, turned around and said a few words to the eunuchs who followed, and the group left the coffin and left quickly.

Watching people go away, Erlang's daughter-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Wen Wan worriedly, "We are here to support the mourning hall, you should go back to your room and rest!"

If you don't stop, something big will happen.

In the past, the third younger siblings were chaste, quiet and gentle, and they never spoke loudly to others, but today they dared to openly contradict the people in the palace. It can be seen that they took all the anger in their hearts on the father-in-law, which is not bad!
At a critical moment, how could Wen Wan go back to her room to hide.

Guessing that these people were suspecting that she was in a bad state of mind because of Song Wei's incident, she shook her head, "I'm not tired, Second Sister-in-law, arrange for some trustworthy boys to come and change the coffin immediately."

It should not be too late, she can no longer let those eunuchs make trouble, let alone let Yang Shoufu take advantage of it.

Erlang's daughter-in-law quickly found him.

They are all the young servants who entered the mansion early, and they are of a responsible nature.

Wen Wan looked at them one by one, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she asked them to carry the Nanmu Pavilion into the mourning hall, and sent out all the redundant people in the mourning hall.

Song Fang expressed that she wanted to see the remains of the third brother, but Wen Wan didn't give in, saying that Song Wei died in a bad way, after so many days, even if it wasn't beyond recognition, there were spots on the corpse, instead of leaving a bad impression after seeing it , it's better not to look at it, just remember his voice and smile when he was alive.

With a gentle and tough attitude, in the end, except for the people she arranged, everyone else stayed outside.

After closing the door, her gentle gaze rested on the pitch-black coffin in the middle.

The servant next to him asked, "Ma'am, we have prepared our tools, when will we open the coffin?"

Wen Wan took a deep breath, "Now."

A few servants walked over with tools to open the coffin.

Wen Wan emphasized: "No matter what you see later, as long as you walk out of this door, you are forbidden to reveal a word, otherwise, you will be directly killed!"

It was horrifying to hear these words in the mourning hall.

A few servants nodded their heads and began to remove the nails.

The ever-burning lamps were dimly lit, and even with the door closed, the mourning hall was not much warmer than outside.

Seven nails for descendants, every time one is lifted, the gentle heart is tugged.

The last one landed, and the mourning hall fell into a brief silence.

Seeing that the boys were about to push open the coffin lid, Wen Wan hurriedly stepped forward, "Wait a minute!"

"What else is there to order, Madam?"

Wen Wan stood still in front of the coffin, exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and said slowly, "Let's drive!"

Then the booming sound of the coffin lid sliding was heard, and the scenery inside the coffin unfolded one by one.

The body was cleaned up and put on clean clothes. He was wounded on his chest. Although there were no corpse spots on his face, there was already slight swelling.

No one in the entire Song family would recognize that face.

"master!"

Seeing the people in the coffin clearly, the servants plopped down on their knees and cried out.

Wen Wan's body went limp, and she leaned on the coffin, looking at the people inside, she was speechless for a while.

She was silent for too long, so long that the servants felt that something was wrong, and then they all stopped crying and got up to help her, "Ma'am, please forgive me!"

Wen Wan didn't make a sound, she couldn't even walk steadily, her eyes were lifeless like a walking corpse, and she was half-armed and half-supported out by the servant.

Song Fang and the others stood guard outside. Seeing her coming out, she hurriedly asked if she had seen the body, whether the coffin had been replaced properly, and whether there should be some more paper money in it.

Wen Wan pushed everyone away, staggered towards Qingteng House, and covered herself in the quilt when she entered the door.

After a long time, a low whimper sounded from inside.

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Originally, he wanted to change the coffin to see if Song Wei was really dead or a fake death, but the person who wanted to change the coffin didn't even enter the gate of Song's house, so Yang Shoufu had to give up and went to see Concubine Duan early the next morning.

"Song Wei is dead, the empress is critically ill, and the crown prince is banned. Now is a great opportunity, please seize it."

Concubine Duan had just coaxed Zhao Nuo to sleep when she heard this and looked up.

Yang Shoufu smiled slightly, "The emperor hasn't been to court for half a month after returning to Beijing, so it can be seen that he is seriously ill, and he needs to be taken care of by his mother."

Concubine Duan struggled for a while, "I don't understand, what is the purpose of uncle's deliberation?"

For what?
Naturally, it was to help the young emperor ascend the throne and control Chao Gang.

The enmity of the Liang family is not worth his troubles.

Suppressing his smile, Yang Shoufu said: "Your Majesty, you should understand that the imperial power struggles with swords and blood, and the second prince is the son of the favorite concubine. Once the prince ascends the throne, who do you think he will deal with first?"

"Nuo'er is still young." Concubine Duan said, "I don't want him to be involved in a fight at an age when he doesn't understand anything."

"Then he will definitely become a victim of the struggle." Yang Shoufu looked at her, "Your Majesty only has such a son. I believe you, you cannot bear to see him die at the hands of Zhao Xi at such a young age."

The struggle in Duanpin's eyes dissipated instantly, "What do you want me to do?"

"The decree of passing on the position has been drawn up. The empress will enter the Qianqing Palace to serve the sick. By the way, please ask the emperor to affix the seal, that's all."

(End of this chapter)