In Governor-General Zhou's eyes, Wu Zhenhai's demands were utterly meaningless and pretentious.
However, for those in power, this request is insignificant as long as it does not affect their own interests.
He waved his hand and said, "You can handle Xu'er's matter as you see fit. Your wedding date with Fu'er will remain the original date."
"Yes."
After Wu Zhenhai stood up and bowed respectfully, he turned and left, his eyes filled with coldness.
Governor-General Zhou thought it was a trivial matter, but Wu Zhenhai turned it into a big deal.
Wu Zhenhai asked Wu Guang to prepare for the wedding.
Wu Guang thought he had misheard, "Marriage? Sir, who are you marrying?"
What do you think?
"Ninth Sister?"
When the older sister dies, the younger sister takes her place; this is quite common.
Wu Zhenhai said coldly, "There is only one mistress of the Wu Family! Have people prepare. I will marry the Eighth Miss tomorrow, and then set up a mourning hall in the Wu Family. Have people prepare the funeral arrangements at the same time."
Wu Guang was dumbfounded.
He knew his family treated Zhou Xu well, but he never expected that he would do something so heinous!
I've only ever heard of women carrying men's memorial tablets into the house to live as widows, never of men marrying corpses and then immediately holding a funeral procession.
Has the adult completely gone mad?
Everyone says that if a mansion holds a funeral, it will be in decline for three years. Your Excellency is just inviting bad luck upon yourself!
"Sir, the person is gone, please don't make a fuss!" Wu Guang advised.
"Yes, everyone's gone..."
Nothing we do will make a difference.
But those who are alive must do something to keep living.
With Ruanruan gone, Wu Zhenhai's heart felt empty.
"Do as I instruct."
"... yes."
When Wu Zhenhai returned, he disregarded the disheveled state of Zhou Xu's corpse and personally helped her put on the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with great difficulty. He held it for a long time, reluctant to put it down.
He pressed his face against her charred face and whispered something in her ear.
Ruanruan, if there is an afterlife, may you be reborn into a good family and find a good husband, and never again choose a scoundrel like me.
But, is it possible that you still harbor even a sliver of lingering affection for me?
Otherwise, why would you wear all the jewelry I gave you on your deathbed?
Ruanruan, Ruanruan... I'll take you home.
"Alright." Ren Yingying came out of the house rubbing her back. She waved to Prince of Jin, "The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. He'll wake up in half an hour. You can go in and check on him. Come on, Dog Meat, give your mother a hug. Your mother is exhausted!"
The Prince of Prince of Jin's expression became indescribable.
Ren Yingying used to say things like that often, and both Qu Nian and Prince of Jin were now "immune" to it.
However, after Qu Nian revealed his identity today, this conversation became somewhat...
Qu Nian lay on the ground, roaring!
Why did he have to tell the Prince of Jin?!
And Prince of Jin, were you being polite?
Didn't your mother teach you to pretend you don't see when others embarrass themselves?
The Prince of Jin not only looked at him, but also put his fist to his lips, pretended to cough, and gave him a teasing look.
The system seized the opportunity to stab the dog in the back: When a dog is going to act stupid, you can't stop it.
He had clearly told him that there was no shortcut, and the key lay with Ren Yingying.
Don't believe me? Hehe, serves you right!
Ren Yingying: "Your Highness, who are you staring at with that seductive gaze?"
Why do you keep looking at her?
Prince of Jin: "I'm looking at dogs."
Ren Yingying: "Tangbao, your man is trying to steal my son!"
You can't take her away, and you can't take her son away either!
Qu Nian: Destroy it all! Destroy it all!
The Prince of Jin laughed out loud, "Your son is indeed quite good."
"Nonsense, look who his son is," Ren Yingying said smugly.
She reached out to hug Qu Nian, but Qu Nian sat on the ground and resisted, refusing to let her hug him.
"What's going on?" Ren Yingying looked at Prince of Jin with fierce eyes. "Did you scare my son?"
Poor baby, she shouldn't have let it stay with the Prince of Jin.
They must have been ravaged.
Tang Zhuyun came out of the house. "Don't bully my man!"
"It's not Tangbao, come and see for yourself. Don't you think Dog Meat looks melancholy?"
Tang Zhuyun: "I didn't realize."
But she could tell that the Prince of Jin Prince of Jin smiling, in a very good mood, and he kept staring at the Dog Meat.
Something seems off about this person and the dog.
"What happened?" she couldn't help but ask the Prince of Jin.
Ren Yingying: "What exactly did you do to my son?!"
She suspected that the Prince of Jin had secretly been beating Dog Meat!
Prince of Jin: "We chatted for a while."
Human life, no, dog life.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
Qu Nian: If you laugh again, I'll kill myself!
The Prince of Jin was quite kind-hearted and quickly replied, "I was playing chess when it came over, and I played with it for a while."
"Dog Meat, is it? He hit you, you have to tell your mother, understand? You can't stand being taken advantage of, even if you're eating shit!"
Qu Nian: I won't eat anything, I'm going on a hunger strike!
Prince of Jin asked Tang Zhuyun, "Is everything going smoothly?"
"Yes, everything went smoothly. I expect to wake up a little later, and I should be fine in a few days."
"Good."
Just then, Xiu'er returned.
"Oh, everyone's here!" she said with a grin. "Guess what Wu Zhenhai is doing?"
"I wept bitterly," Ren Yingying said.
"That's right!"
Tang Zhuyun said coldly, "I don't know who they're putting on an act for. But no matter what, it has nothing to do with us anymore."
She hates the typical "wife-chasing-after-the-cremation" scenario.
When she was alive, you were like a dead man; now that she's "dead," do you expect her to be resurrected through your tears?
It's just self-pity.
Admittedly, people change, and perhaps he really will change for the better, but those things belong only to the deceased Zhou Xu and have nothing to do with Mingzhu anymore.
Zhou Xu is the price a man pays on his path to adulthood.
If the man reforms later, a prodigal son's return will be more precious than gold, and everyone will praise him. But who will remember the price he paid?
This price has been paid; now it's time to start afresh and fulfill oneself.
She deserves a better happiness.
Xiu'er said, "Wu Zhenhai is having trees dug up. He says he wants to take the sycamore tree from Zhou Xu's courtyard and bring her body into the Wu Family for a funeral. By the way, I heard she fainted several times! Why wasn't he a little better before?"
She was even a little touched, sigh.
Hypocritical and treacherous, ptooey!
Tang Zhuyun: "He's devastated right now, I believe it's true. But how long will it last? Let him be."
This kind of man's deep affection comes and goes quickly.
She wasn't well-educated, but she had read the Plum in the Golden Vase *.
Ximen Qing was heartbroken when one of his concubines died, but in the blink of an eye, he was having sex with someone else in the mourning hall.
Do you miss it? Yes, I do.
Did it affect his reputation as a jerk? No.
Whether Wu Zhenhai is real or not is his own business and has nothing to do with anyone in the Prince's Mansion.
The Prince of Jin said, "You remember, you advised Mingzhu."
Xiu'er: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, there's really no need for you to persuade me!"
Mingzhu is more clear-headed than anyone else.
Ren Yingying stroked her chin and said, "Do you think they'll come to the Prince's mansion to announce the death?"
"Of course, definitely."
That was Wu Zhenhai's wife; even if she was his second wife, she was still his wife.
"Hehe, I'll ask Mingzhu if she wants to go. It's so interesting to attend your own funeral; most people don't have that experience."
That's so cool.
Qu Nian: Do you want one? I'll give you one after I become human!
He'll never understand this woman's ridiculous thought process!
Thinking that the Prince of Jin might still want to tease him, Qu Nian decided to play dead.
From now on, if there's nothing else to do, just pretend to be dead.