Song Rui's eyes moved, and then he saluted Mrs. Shen without saying anything more.

Seeing this, Mrs. Shen felt more and more sorry for her daughter.

This person does have a heart for Rong'er. It's a pity that the girl was fascinated by Meng Xuan's kid.

Looking at the female corpse in the coffin again, Mrs. Shen wiped away her tears for a while.

After a while, he said, "Send Mrs. Ben home."

"Madame, please—" Song Rui hurriedly said.

Mrs. Shen then stepped away.

Outside the house, Song Rui sent the carriage away.

Wait until the candle flame on the carriage disappears from sight, then turn back to the house.

Ordered the two coffins to be buried.

After personally staring at the people and getting things done, Song Ruicai turned over and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Following.

The Prime Minister's Mansion finally held a funeral.

The news of the prime minister's daughter dying last night spread throughout Kyoto.

It was day and night, Mrs. Shen sent someone to find Shen Xiang and offered to talk to Shen Xiang.

Shen Xiang didn't want to deal with Mrs. Shen, but considering that she was the head of the Shen Mansion, she would definitely have to attend Shen Rong's funeral.

After thinking about it, I agreed.

So, soon, Mrs. Shen was invited to the study.

When Mrs. Shen entered the door, what she saw was Shen Xiang looking down at the official document.

In the past, she thought that Shen Xiang's busy appearance was very attractive, but now when she looks at it, she only feels very disgusted.

After entering the door, Mrs. Shen just looked at Shen Xiang and did not speak.

And Shen Xiang, in fact, knew that his wife had entered the door.

But he still bowed his head and was busy, as if he didn't know.

I don't know how long it took for Shen Xiang to finally approve the official document on the table.

Then, he looked up at Mrs. Shen.

"When did you come?" He asked.

Of course he knew when she came in, but he didn't want to admit it.

In the past, he was too arrogant to his wife, so that their mother and daughter caused him such trouble.

Now, he must be harsh with his wife.

A flash of panic flashed across Mrs. Shen's face.

hurriedly saluted Shen Xiang.

"Back to my lord, there is—for a while." The Word of Fear.

Shen Xiang was satisfied.

There was finally a smile on his face.

"Since you're here, why don't you call it your true appearance?" Said with a good temper.

Looking at this smile, Mrs. Shen only felt a chill.

"Don't dare. The master is busy with business, and the concubine can wait." Mrs. Shen continued to say cautiously.

The smile on Shen Xiang's face deepened.

A sense of exhilaration.

He has been married to his wife for nearly 20 years, and when the two get along, he has always been the one who is cautious.

Now, their status has finally changed.

"Ahem—I heard from someone that Madame has something to discuss with Benxiang?" Shen Xiang asked.

"Yes." Mrs. Shen still looked docile.

raised his head again and glanced at Shen Xiang fearfully.

"What?" Shen Xiang quickly spoke.

Mrs. Shen's body trembled and raised her head again.

"The concubine saw a white flag hanging in the house—"

"I'm in a panic, so I want to ask the master. Fuchu—Who is gone?" As she spoke, Mrs. Shen looked at Shen Xiang with a nervous expression.

I look like I want to know the answer, but I'm afraid to hear it.

Seeing this, Shen Xiang finally had more tenderness in his eyes. ….

After a moment, he nodded with difficulty.

"You guessed it right, it's our Rong'er." Opening.

Mrs. Shen stumbled and almost fell.

I saw that there was a touch of pity in Shen Xiang's eyes.

"Rong'er—gone?" Mrs. Shen's eyes instantly lost their brightness.

Shen Xiang

frowned.

"Hmm." Nodding.

"How- why not? Is the message—accurate?" Mrs. Shen continued.

Shen Xiang glanced at Mrs. Shen.

"God was stricken with a vicious disease, and died violently. In order to avoid infection, the prime minister has already ordered Rong'er to be buried tomorrow." Opening. When he said this, his tone was already a lot colder.

Mrs. Shen's pupils shrank, and she looked at Shen Xiang in disbelief.

Just when Shen Xiang thought that the woman opposite was about to yell at him again as usual, he saw Mrs. Shen kneeling down at him.

"Rong'er is the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the only daughter of the concubine."

"How could her funeral be without the participation of a concubine?"

"Please, master, let the concubine preside over Rong'er's funeral." As she spoke, Mrs. Shen looked at Shen Xiang with a wistful expression.

Shen Xiang was stunned.

Surprised by Mrs. Shen's performance.

After the shock, he fell into silence and did not agree to Mrs. Shen at the first time.

When things go wrong, there must be demons, and he is worried that his wife is holding back some bad thoughts.

But his wife is right, the only daughter of the Shen Mansion died of illness, and if the housemother does not come forward during the funeral, I am afraid that it will attract the suspicion of many people.

In addition, Shen Rong also has the blood of the Jia family on her body after all.

He doesn't give his wife face, but he can't ignore the face of the Jia family and the queen's mother.

"Hmm." After hesitating again and again, Shen Xiang finally responded.

Mrs. Shen's face immediately became happy.

Shen Xiang opened his mouth again.

"However, there is a condition for this."

Mrs. Shen's face froze.

The expression on his face disappears.

Immediately, he bowed to Shen Xiang with low eyebrows again.

"Sir, it's okay to say." Opening.

Shen Xiang's heart was filled with joy again.

"Over the years, you and I have only one daughter, Rong'er."

"Now, Rong'er is gone. In order to avoid loneliness under his wife's knees, Benxiang wanted to accept a nominal daughter. and arrange to come into the house, and rejoice under the knees of the lady." Shen Xiang said as he looked at Mrs. Shen's reaction.

"I don't know what Madame, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Shen immediately looked up at Shen Xiang.

There was anger in his eyes, but it was only for a moment, and that anger dissipated.

It turned into helplessness, and sadness.

When Shen Xiang saw this scene, he felt a little relieved.

At that time, his wife killed an outer chamber that he liked very much, and the daughter he had with that outer chamber.

At that time, he made up his mind that sooner or later he would slowly bring his child into the house and disgust her.

Now, he has achieved his wish.

Mrs. Shen lowered her head, and it took a lot of effort to finally nod her head.

"Everything—do as the old man says." Hold back the fishy sweetness in your throat and speak out.

Shen Xiang's face was happy.

He got up from the chair himself, walked up to Mrs. Shen, and helped the person up.

"That's right. The love between you and my husband and wife for more than 20 years, each take a step back, and the prime minister's house can be peaceful."

Mrs. Shen wiped away her tears.

"Master, that's a very good point." A smile was raised.

"Haha-" Shen Xiang laughed out loud, and reached out to take Mrs. Shen into his arms.

"If Madame had been so interesting, you and I would have been husband and wife, why would you be like this?" With some exclamation.

Immediately, he helped Mrs. Shen to sit down on the side of the chair.

"Lian'er is obedient and sensible, and she is not inferior to Rong'er in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Madame will love her." Shen Xiang said enthusiastically.

Mrs. Shen's face froze, and she longed to kill Shen Xiang's illegitimate daughter.

But his face was not obvious, and he nodded as if he was fated.

So the husband and wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion returned to the surface of peace.

Cut a fuss

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