Zhuang Xiaoyu walked over, took the letter paper out of Wenzhu's palm, and scanned it word by word. There were not many words written on the letter, only talking about thinking about it. He was ridiculed by servants in the mansion yesterday and killed Wenzhu. He is also looked down upon by others, thinking that he is just a broken flower and a willow tree, and this broken body is not worthy of such a fine asparagus at all.

Zhuang Xiaoyu returned the letter paper to Wenzhu, and Wenzhu held the letter tightly, as if holding the soul of broken jade, tightly refusing to let go.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at Yu Sui's white face covered with makeup, and suddenly burst into tears, crying uncontrollably: "Why are you so stupid, how can you do such a stupid thing, we have agreed to be good, why did you throw it away?" Get us down?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu cried so much that she almost fainted, Qin Wuyan hugged her, and patted her on the back: "Xiaoyu, my condolences will change."

Zhuang Qingyun was busy back and forth, personally organizing the funeral, and temporarily ordered someone to buy a good coffin. The funeral standard was very high, not inferior to the ladies from other families, and even almost reached the treatment of those second-class ladies from aristocratic families.

Because she was wearing a red wedding dress and hanged herself to death, the housekeeper also invited a magician who made a special trip to save Yu Sui, so that she could be reincarnated into a good family in her next life.

When the shroud was delivered, the wet nurse went to ask Zhuang Xiaoyu for instructions: "Miss, Yu Sui can't be buried in this red wedding dress. It won't be good until her body is completely stiff. I will take someone to wash Yu Sui's body and let her Let's go clean."

Zhuang Xiaoyu wiped away her tears, "We are master and servant, let me and the mother wash her personally."

The nanny originally wanted to say that it was inappropriate, but seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu's heartbroken appearance, she couldn't speak. She just glanced at Qin Wuyan who was hugging her, and seeing that Qin Wuyan didn't object, she nodded and ordered He hurriedly carried the jade fragments into the ear chamber...

After the clothes were peeled off layer by layer, the servant put the jade fragments into the bathtub of warm water. Zhuang Xiaoyu picked up the cloth towel and wanted to wipe off the makeup on her face, but felt that although the makeup was a little more beautiful, it was the last time she was dying. I painted it for myself, I must like it very much, so I only scrubbed the area below the neck.

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised Yu Sui's arm and said to the nurse, "Go get the scissors, I'll trim her nails."

The nurse stood up and went out of the ear chamber.

Zhuang Xiaoyu supported Yu Sui's wrist, and was about to wash her five fingers, when her eyes fell on Yu Sui's nails, she suddenly stopped...

I saw that the nails that had already grown a little were cut neatly.

The ear room is not dark, and there are white candle lamps.

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened Yu Sui's palm, threw away the cloth towel in his hand, picked up Yu Sui's other palm resting on the tub wall, and looked at it together.

When the nurse came in with scissors specially designed for cutting nails, she saw Zhuang Xiaoyu was wiping Yu Sui's face with a wet cloth towel.

The nurse was puzzled: "Miss, didn't you say that Yu Sui likes this makeup and doesn't need to be wiped off?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu said to the nurse without saying a word, "Call Asparagus to come in."

The wet nurse was even more puzzled: "This is not good. Although today is the day of great joy for the two of you, but after all, you haven't married yet, so Yu Sui..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her eyes and glanced at the nurse: "I suspect that Yu Sui didn't commit suicide, you let Wenzhu come over, I have something to ask him."

The nurse was taken aback, and was about to ask, when she heard Zhuang Xiaoyu say: "But this is just my guess, don't let the wind leak, if someone really killed Yu Sui, that person is from the priest's house."

The wet nurse was trembling all over, "Slave, I'll call Wenzhu now..."