In the end, Mrs. Hou finally left Shui Qingqing in the Hou Mansion, but she did not recognize her marriage with Mei Zichu, but only made the decision to let her recognize Mei Zichu's maiden aunt Li Cuishi as her godmother, and stayed in the Hou Mansion as Mei Zichu's distant cousin, and dialed Tingsheng Courtyard for her to live.

Everyone in the Hou Mansion knows that the cousin is just a starting point, and the Cui family and Mei Zichu's mother and son have both passed away, and the Li Cui family is also a down-and-out small businessman, so the identity of Shui Qingqing's 'cousin' is not much better......

However, for this result, Shui Qingqing couldn't ask for it.

She only entered the mansion for the sake of the child, and she didn't want to have too much to do with the Hou Mansion, so the identity of such a 'cousin' not only allowed her to stay in the Hou Mansion, but also made her a clear relationship with the Hou Mansion-

Because, one day, she will take Brother Yun away......

She knelt down again and sincerely thanked Mrs. Hou for her kindness.

Old Madam Hou originally thought that she would be reluctant to make such an arrangement, after all, compared with the eldest and youngest lady of the Hou Mansion, the identity of a helpless 'distant cousin' was very different.

But Mrs. Hou did this, because of her helplessness, and it was also for Shui Qingqing's good.

She asked Shui Qingqing to pick her up, and said with pity: "The old body is so arranged, but I don't want to delay your good life." Chu'er has nothing to do with you, but the old body hopes that you can still marry a good husband in the future and cherish you well. ”

"So, if you meet a good family in the future, you can remarry - the Hou Mansion will not stop you!"

Mrs. Hou's thoughtful words made Shui Qingqing's eyes red again, and it aroused the pain buried deep in her heart. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and he choked up: "The old lady's great kindness, I remember it in my heart...... I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay the old lady......"

Old Madam Hou nodded with relief, but Bai Lingwei, who was standing next to her, had a cold face, and her eyes quietly looked at Mei Zijin who was silent again.

Yun'er fell asleep in Mei Zijin's arms, his eyes doted on the child in his arms, but the corner of his eyes fell on Shui Qingqing, who was crying and mourning.

The brows furrowed almost inaudibly, and Mei Zijin secretly thought, although the Sheng family is just a small family of doctors, but they are also wealthy and have no worries about food and clothing.

And this Sheng Yu, from the letterhead she wrote to herself before, it is not difficult to see that she is also a delicate girl raised in the deep boudoir, when did she have such a heavy sense of sadness?

Even though Mei Zijin has always had doubts about Shui Qingqing's identity and motives for entering the mansion, her grief at the moment is real.

I couldn't help but feel a little curious in my heart - what did the woman in front of me go through, so that her heart was as hard as a rock and full of pain......

Tingsheng Courtyard is located in the southwest corner of the Hou Mansion, although it is a little remote, but the tools are well arranged, and Shui Qingqing is very satisfied.

Because, compared to the dilapidated cave where she and her father lived, the courtyard of the Hou Mansion was already a paradise.

After officially settling in the Hou Mansion, Shui Qingqing went to greet the old lady every morning, and at other times she still wore linen and filial piety in the mourning hall.

Seven days later, the funeral of the Hou Mansion ended, and the eldest prince Mei was officially buried.

The wind and snow on this day were so heavy that people could hardly open their eyes, and the funeral procession went up the mountain road, and it became more and more difficult.

Mei Zijin hugged Brother Yun to personally help her brother's spirit, while Shui Qingqing followed closely with Bai Lingwei and other female dependents, and walked towards the cemetery with difficulty in the thick snow.

Along the way, Mei Zijin's face was extremely heavy, and when he saw the dark coffin being slowly lowered into the grave, and then buried by layers of snow and soil, thinking that his eldest brother would sleep here forever, he couldn't help but redden.

Then, unbeknownst to him, someone was going to kill him as well.

In the snowstorm, countless black shadows silently approached the cemetery, and the fierce murderous aura gathered was more piercing than ice and snow......