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Xiao Ying's eyes turned red, she took a deep breath and fiercely pushed Du Jinse away.

"You stink."

Du Jinse looked at Xiao Ying speechlessly.

Xiao Ying was also a little embarrassed, "That's not what I meant. I was originally very sad, but who knew that once I took a deep breath …"

Du Jinse burst out laughing, "Alright, alright, I know."

"Xiao Ying, keep this money for yourself. Don't worry, I will take good care of myself, you guys take good care of yourselves as well."

Du Jinse handed the bag over to Xiao Ying.

Xiao Ying became anxious, "When you came, you already gave all the silver to the old procuress and the others, how could you have any more silver?

As he said that, he forced the bag into Du Jinse's hands.

Du Jinse was moved in her heart and she still wanted to hug Xiao Ying.

Xiao Ying retreated back with a face full of vigilance, "Alright, I know you don't want to part with us. Sigh, you've only been in the brothel a few days, yet you've already learnt it to such an extent."

Xiao Ying thought that Du Jinse only wanted to hug her for learning after coming to the brothel.

Du Jinse had no choice but to give up as the two of them quietly opened the back door. Xiao Ying saw that Du Jinse had walked far away and then locked the courtyard door.

Nothing happened along the way.

Du Jinse came to the City God Temple.

The sky was already starting to brighten, she looked around, and sure enough, there was no one around, Du Jinse then heaved a sigh of relief, she would first rest, and then think of a way to do it.

After lying down for a while, Du Jinse sat up.

Today seemed to be the day of Princess Qing's funeral.

Although it was indeed strange to attend her own funeral, since she had nothing else to do, she decided to go and take a look.

Fortunately, these two sets of clothes were neither old nor new, and were inconspicuous.

Following his memories, he first went to the market, and after eating a bowl of wontons, he slowly walked towards Prince Qing’s Manor.

She had never thought that one day, she would have the luxury of spending so much time.

When they were still one kilometer away from Prince Qing’s Manor, there was already an endless stream of people on the road.

Du Jinse took a rough look. There were all kinds of civil officials, but it was actually very easy to identify them. Civil officials sat in palanquins, and military officials rode horses.

"I wonder if these people are trying to save face for the Prime Minister or the Prince Qing?" The people along the road were whispering.

"What Prime Minister or Prince Qing, we all listen to the emperor. The emperor said to let the Princess Qing enter the ancestral hall, and in the future, the only one who can marry the Prince Qing can only be his successor."

Du Jinse could not help but look at the scholarly man who spoke, he did not expect him to look at the issue with such a sharp gaze.

After the man finished, the surroundings became silent for a moment. He was enjoying the effect of his words, facing Du Jinse's gaze, he said provocatively: "This brother doesn't seem to agree with it."

Du Jinse turned her gaze away indifferently.

"…" The scholar felt the frustration of a punch on cotton.

He wanted to give a long and broad speech, but the problem was that someone had to support him.

Someone at the side spoke up, "Actually, the most fortunate ones are the Princess Qing. This kind of honor is not something that just anyone can enjoy."

The scholar immediately joined in the discussion.

Since everyone was dead, no matter how glorious it was, it was just for the living to see.

The imperial city had its own customs, the more people gathered to watch the wedding and funeral, the better.

Du Jinse smoothly arrived at the entrance of the Prince Qing’s Manor.

Because the Princess Qing was the main wife of the Prince Qing, she died in reverence. She had not stepped through the main entrance when she was alive, but now, the main entrance was opened wide for her. No matter who it was, they would enter through the east gate and exit through the west gate.

Du Jinse took advantage of the fact that no one was looking for him and sneaked in.

When he went in, he found out that the Prince Qing was' overly depressed 'and fell sick on the bed, unable to get up.

Du Jinse secretly curled her lips, she really knew how to find excuses, wasn't guests strictly forbidden by the emperor?

There was a wail of grief.

Du Jinse could not help but walk over, and she immediately saw Prime Minister Du sitting in the living room, supported by Du Qianli.

Du Jinse's heart was filled with mixed emotions as she retreated backwards.

"How do you walk?"

Du Jinse bumped into a person.

That person's subordinates were dissatisfied, and they came forward to berate.

"Enough." A faint voice sounded.

When Du Jinse heard this voice, it was as if a thunderclap had sounded out in her ears. She lowered her head and moved backwards.

"Why is Prince Rong here too?"

Prime Minister Du looked up at Prince Rong. He was a little surprised, shouldn't he avoid suspicion?

Prince Rong's face was filled with grief, "Prime Minister Du, don't grieve."

His hanger-ons in his residence also advised him not to come, but he felt that he should.

After all, Du Jinse had not planned to harm him; otherwise, he definitely would not have been able to escape at the time.

She had used her death to prove his innocence. The current him, his feelings for Du Jinse, had already been transformed into regret.

If he did not come, he would instead be used by some people. No matter what, he should come and burn an incense for Du Jinse, even if he and Prince Qing were irreconcilable enemies.

Of course, in this kind of situation, even if he was in Prince Qing's territory, he wouldn't dare do anything under everyone's gaze.

Prime Minister Du was just asking, not because he wanted to get an answer. Also, if he asked, he was afraid that Prince Rong would feel awkward, and say the words that Prince Rong had said.

Prime Minister Du covered his face with his hands, "A virtuous wife would only leave behind a pair of children for me. Who would have thought that a white-haired man would gift a black-haired man to me?

Everyone consoled him.

Du Jinse watched coldly from the side and a gaze shot over. Du Jinse looked over, her face pale and slightly nervous;

Li Hao had actually only taken a casual glance, and did not find anything amiss.

Du Jinse felt that she was losing out a bit.

Seeing that Li Hao did not look at him, Du Jinse quietly retreated.

There were people everywhere, so Du Jinse wanted to find a quiet place to rest.

Compared to the ruckus before, it was so quiet that it was suffocating.

Du Jinse raised her eyes and saw a huge word "me", underneath it was a black coffin.

~ Is this Du Jinse's mourning hall?

Du Jinse couldn't help but walk in.

"Princess Qing, would you like this ending if you knew in the underworld?" Du Jinse quietly walked around the coffin.

The liveliness in front was in stark contrast to the coldness here.

Du Jinse sighed, "From today onwards, you and I have nothing to do with each other."

The reason she came here today, was also to bid her farewell to the of the past.

The real Du Jinse might have long been reincarnated, or might have been like her.

This place was only for the living to see.

After saying that, Du Jinse walked out.

A shadow appeared in front of the door.

Du Jinse's body froze, how could she be so careless?

"How dare you! Aren't you afraid that someone will bury you in a coffin?"

The person lifted his clothes and walked in.

Du Jinse wanted to pull out a smile.

The person seemed to understand her thoughts, "Don't you think that smiling in the mourning hall is disrespectful to the dead?"

Li Hao picked up the incense that was lying by the side and lit it up on the lamp.

"Princess Qing, if you know in the afterlife, you will also be gratified to see everything that happened today."

Du Jinse felt strange when she heard it.

There was a commotion at the door, and a group of servants came in talking.

Li Hao berated: "Before the spirit of the Princess Qing, who dares to make a ruckus?"

Originally, there was no one on guard here. However, the number of people coming to offer their condolences grew more and more. If the number of people in front of them was insufficient, who would be willing to guard an empty coffin?

However, the Prime Minister Du suddenly mentioned that they wanted to take a look. The Chief Steward delayed them and requested for them to come over quickly.

They really didn't expect that there would still be people here.