After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Chapter 136 The funeral should be a big one



Chapter 136 The funeral should be a big one

"Mo...Mo Bai, why are you here?"

Shouldn't we be in the morning court at this time?

Yan Mobai glanced at her quietly.

Jin's breath shuddered.

Clearly his eyes were reflecting the light and flashing, but she inexplicably felt that those eyes were dead silent.

It's like a dead object that has endured thousands of years of wind and frost, completely lifeless.

It looks both creepy and untouchable.

She felt a chill down her spine and quickly explained, "I...I'm looking for Chunlan."

He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something important, so he turned back and asked, "Is it true that Ning Pan met with an accident in the palace?"

Seeing that Yan Mobai was staring at her without answering, as if his soul had been taken away and he couldn't hear anything she said, she frowned and prepared to give up.

But suddenly, Yan Mobai's voice was heard: "Yes, the funeral will be a grand one."

Both Jin and Nanny Gan were shocked.

Although they had heard the rumor yesterday, they were still skeptical.

A good person became dead after entering the palace, and it is said that he died in a very tragic way.

Now that I have confirmed it, I am naturally shocked.

The master and servant left in a daze. After walking for a long time, Jin finally realized the second half of Yan Mobai's sentence.

He paused: "He said he wanted to have a big funeral?"

Nanny Gan nodded: "Yes."

Jin was speechless.

They're divorced, and it has nothing to do with her son or the Marquis's Mansion. Why should the Marquis's Mansion hold a grand funeral for her?

What a big event! Don't you want money?

He turned around and was about to go back and refuse, but took a step and then stopped.

Forget it.

Looking at the way he was just now, it’s better not to provoke him.

Anyway, the woman was dead, and she felt relieved.

She had never been blackmailed like this in her life, and she was so angry that she couldn't sleep at night during this period.

Fortunately, evildoers will be punished by God, and she felt relieved.

Anyway, the income from Chaohua Rouge Shop is good, and it will all be hers in the future. It’s okay to take out some money to hold a funeral for them.

No, how can we have a funeral without a body?

Jin took Nanny Gan back to Fangfei Garden.

Without entering the wing room, the master and servant stood at the door of the wing room. Jin asked, "Mo Bai, Ning Pan's body..."

In the side room, Yan Mobai blew out the lamp in front of him.

"Send someone to the Ministry of Justice to urge them to do something."

Jin: “…”

Is this something she has to arrange too?

"Then...with what identity should she be buried?" Jin asked, trying to control her temper.

Yan Mobai glanced at her: "What do you think?"

"I......"

"If I were you, I would never ask this question." Yan Mobai stood up and interrupted her.

"Your son is a playboy who doesn't work hard. Do you think the emperor will allow the title of Marquis of Yongchang to be passed on to him in the future?"

"Now, Prince Kang has killed Ning Pan and made your son a widower. The royal family owes him this. You don't want to be in debt, right?"

After asking, without waiting for Jin's response, he continued in a calm voice: "If you don't want it, it's okay, just any identity."

As he spoke, Yan Mobai picked up steps and walked out.

Jin was stunned for a moment, and reacted to his words.

What she meant was that she could use this debt to make the emperor agree to let her son succeed the throne.

Yup!

Why didn't she think of that?

Anyway, her son has no hope of finding a wife in this life, so it doesn't matter if he has a dead wife.

The most important thing is the title of marquis.

So he immediately replied: "Mo Bai is absolutely right."

Yan Mobai said nothing more and walked towards the door.

Jin immediately signaled to Nanny Gan, and the master and servant turned and left.

Seeing Chunlan coming out of nowhere and sweeping the floor in the yard, he stopped again.

He said to Chunlan in a deep voice with a gloomy face, "Since there is no master to serve you in Fangfei Garden, you can go to my room and obey my orders from now on."

Chunlan frowned, put down the dustpan and broom in her hands, and was about to bow to receive the order, when she heard Yan Mobai's cold voice.

"When did the Marquis's Mansion become unable to afford to support a maid?"

Jin, Nanny Gan, and Chunlan were all startled and looked in the direction of the voice.

Yan Mobai came out of the wing room: "She stayed in Fangfei Garden."

The tone was not harsh, but it did not allow for argument. He walked towards the entrance of Fangfei Garden without stopping.

Chunlan was just asking for it.

"Thank you, Second Master."

Jin was unhappy, but she couldn't refute him in person, so she kept silent.

After Yan Mobai left, he glared at Chunlan fiercely and left with Nanny Gan.

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When Yan Mobai returned to Fuxue Garden, Chifeng and Lanying came to greet him immediately.

Both of them had blue eye sockets and had not slept all night.

Chi Feng asked cautiously and in a slightly inquiring tone: "Sir, I will go and prepare the toiletries."

Lan Ying also continued, "I will go and prepare breakfast."

Yan Mobai glanced at the two of them and said, "No need to prepare breakfast, just get ready to wash up."

The two looked at each other, neither daring to persuade the other, and had to obey the order.

When Prince Ning arrived at Fuxue Garden, Yan Mobai was washing his face in front of the copper basin stand in the room.

Because no one was sent to inform, Chi Feng and Lan Ying were both surprised when Prince Ning appeared in the room.

He quickly bowed, "Your Highness."

Yan Mobai was facing the door with his back, wiping his face with a brocade towel. When he heard the two people's voice, his movements paused slightly, and then returned to normal.

He quickly wiped his face, turned around and handed the brocade towel to Chi Feng, while also bowing to King Ning: "Your Highness."

Prince Ning looked at him and said, "Are you okay? Seeing that you didn't attend the morning court, I asked my father for leave for you, and I came to see you after the court was over."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I'm fine." Yan Mobai lowered his brows.

Seeing that he looked haggard and listless, King Ning knew that he must not have slept all night. He frowned, walked to the chair beside the table and sat down.

Lan Ying brought the tea and placed it respectfully next to Prince Ning.

Chi Feng brought out the water for washing faces, and they both left.

Prince Ning picked up the cup, holding it in one hand and the lid in the other, and scraped the surface of the tea in the cup twice with the lid.

Asked: "Are you like this because of the unexpected incident that happened to Madam Ning?"

Yan Mobai lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

Suddenly she curled her lips and looked up at him: "Your Highness, don't you know? Why do you still ask when you already know the answer?"

Prince Ning brought the cup to his lips and was about to drink when he suddenly heard these words and paused.

Then he took a sip of tea with a normal expression, put the cup down and looked up.

The two looked at each other.

"So, you asked the snake bone to detoxify her the night before? The person you mentioned who is very important to you is her?" King Ning asked.

"So, it was your Highness's doing that the Queen summoned her to the palace to deliver rouge and exposed her in front of Prince Kang?" Yan Mobai asked instead of answering.

Prince Ning was stunned. He didn't expect him to ask so directly.

The two of them still looked at each other.

No one said anything for a moment.

No one looked away.

This was the first time that the king and his subject had faced off in silence.

In the end, it was Prince Ning who turned his eyes away first and admitted frankly: "It was me, but I was just testing you and didn't expect what happened later."


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