Continuous spring rain, Nanyuan capital was swept by the cold air. The glazed tiles are mercilessly smashed by the rain, and the stone road has long been submerged by the rain from light gray to dark gray.

"Daddada..."

The horse's hooves are splashing with water. Bai Rutong stares at the letter in his hand solemnly. The letter is written to her by Jing Yu. It is stained with tears and the ink has been fainted.

Jingyu said that the old lady had already gone yesterday, and that the government had started a white business today and asked her to go back quickly.

She sighed a little, opened the curtain and looked at the spring rain outside the window lattice. On the day she came to this world, it rained like this. It was the first day that she met Gu Yanqing. Counting the time, eight years have passed since that day.

She sighed a little, pursed her lips, looked at the rain outside the window, and sighed out of her mouth.

The old lady is the best relative to her except her brother. Although she wanted to please, the old lady trusted her and loved her. For her, Bai ruotong has long been regarded as a relative.

The carriage leaned against the front door of the West Marquis's house in the town. The maid Liuli helped her out of the carriage. Bai ruotong looked at the gilded plaque. It was a year ago that he last came back here. At that time, the old lady was still alive, even talking and laughing with her.

"Rutong."

Jingyu walks with her holding an oil paper umbrella. Bai ruotong nods and notices that her eyes are slightly red and swollen. It seems that she was sad for a long time yesterday.

"Where's my brother?"

Bai asked.

"In the main hall, with my father..."

She lowered her eyes, a little helpless, Bai Rutong read her eyes, sighed: "are they arguing again?"

"Yes."

Jing Yu nodded.

"Let's go."

She took Jingyu's umbrella, hid under it with her, and buried her head in the corridor. The white cloth has been hung up in the west of the town. The copper coin paper on the ground is moistened by the rain, like winter snow. The white deeply stings Bai ruotong's eyes.

The main hall was full of people. Bai Shutang was sitting in the upper position with her head buried. The room was very dark. Bai ruotong could not see his face clearly, but she could smell the strong wine.

Since two years ago, Bai Shutang has fallen in love with drinking. Every day he goes and returns drunk. The old lady wiped a lot of tears because of this, and Bai ruotong also advised her, but she and Bai Shutang didn't have a good temper. How could he listen to her.

No wonder my brother quarrels with him. It seems that he is drinking again.

"Brother, I'm back."

Bai ruotong flicks the residual water on the bullet and hands his cloak to the maid. Bai Chusheng turned his head, and his cold look eased slightly when he looked at her.

"Rutong, grandma is in. Go and kowtow to her."

Bai Chusheng's voice is a little hoarse. Bai ruotong nods. Although she is the queen now, she doesn't have the slightest airs. She once explained in the mansion that when she went back to the West Marquis's mansion, she was the four maids, not the mistress in the palace. They didn't have to give her that kind of gift.

She quietly entered the inner room. A coffin was lying there. Bai ruotong knelt down in front of the coffin and knocked down her two heads. When she saw the mahogany coffin, her tears rolled down. Sadness is like opening a water valve and flowing down uncontrollably.

"Grandmother is dead! How do you manage grandmother's funeral like this, father? Do you still have grandmother in your heart! Why are you doing this! "

"Don't you just preside over the funeral? This family is now... Isn't it always up to you? What am I now... Nothing... "