C50 Attend your own funeral

When Du Jinse heard this news, her lips slightly opened, but no words came out.

Strange things happen every year, especially this year.

When Du Jinse was still alive, the Prince Qing made all sorts of excuses and refused to marry. Who would have thought that even though she was "dead", she still presided over the reputation of the Princess Qing.

"After that, no matter how prominent the family background of the woman that the Prince Qing marries is, he can only be a successor?"

Du Jinse muttered.

Pu Zhu nodded, "It should be so."

Du Jinse heaved a sigh of relief, "This is really unexpected."

"In any case, Prince Qing's scheme did not succeed. For Miss Du to have such an outcome, it can be considered good."

Pu Zhu was even a little envious.

To them, even if they had become Flos Lonicerae, if someone was willing to help them, but no one was willing to marry them as an official wife, after a hundred years, they would only be women with dried up bones. Who would still remember their former glory, and who would burn an incense before their very souls?

"If at this time, Du Jinse suddenly came back to life, you'd say that the royalty slapped their face a lot more." Xiao Ying mischievously blinked her single eye.

"It's impossible for Du Jinse to be alive. Even if she's alive, if she saw someone from the imperial family, she would have died immediately."

Hearing this, Xiao Ying stuck out her tongue in fright, "Lucky, why are you saying such a bloody thing? Just thinking about it makes you feel like you're covered in goosebumps."

Du Jinse looked at Xiao Ying innocently, "Really?"

This was the truth.

Xiao Ying turned her body.

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

Du Jinse laughed, then said leisurely: "Actually, I do want to go to Du Jinse's funeral."

Of course, the prerequisite for that was that no one would find out that she was Du Jinse. Otherwise, she had no doubt that Prince Qing would directly bury her alive in his coffin.

Xiao Ying trembled in fear, "Lucky, you must not go.

Du Jinse didn't know why she had such a thought. Perhaps it was to bid farewell to the Du Jinse of the past.

Pu Zhu looked at Du Jinse and suddenly said, "Actually, I also want to go and pay respects to this wangfei who I have never met before."

Du Jinse and her eyes met, and the two of them smiled at each other.

But Xiao Ying could not agree with them.

The thought of attending his own funeral was terrifying.

Xiao Ying, I only said that because I don't have the time to go. I have so many things to do every day.

Speaking to here, Xiao Ying had finally recovered from the strange atmosphere from before. She looked at Du Jinse with some admiration.

"I didn't expect you to be so popular."

Du Jinse laughed but did not say anything. She had already settled down, so naturally, she did not have to stench in the sky every day.

Regarding this, Du Jinse just so happened to explain it. Previously, when she was in the countryside, she wasn't willing to take a bath, so when she came here, she was smothered by the fragrance of her sisters.

When someone heard this, they giggled and said, "Then I smell it."

He leaned towards Du Jinse and took a deep breath.

He was completely unaffected by the smoke.

Du Jinse was already prepared for this move, she controlled herself so that the scent on her body would not affect others, but if anyone wanted to take advantage of her, he would let them have a taste of her Du Clan's unique recipe.

"Pu Zhu, this is the perfume I specially made for you. Wipe it on the back of your neck and the location of your pulse, let's see if you like it."

Du Jinse took out an exquisite little porcelain bottle.

Pu Zhu looked at the little porcelain bottle in Du Jinse's hand in fear, and waved it off, "I don't want it."