The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Chapter 233 The Past Resurfaces

She has been looking into past events these past two days and flipping through the history of the Great Chu, but there seems to be nothing special about it, which makes her even more confused.

The last time she blurted out those words, she didn't even know why.

There is a very vague feeling, that is, you know that such a thing exists, but you just can't remember it when you think about it.

It's not easy to use someone else's body. Her mind went blank at the critical moment, and she hit her head twice in anger.

He's not even old yet, but he's already suffering from Alzheimer's.

As Lu was speaking, she saw her mother hitting her head with her hand. She was so scared that she stood up and blocked it with her hands.

"Mother, I won't say anything more. Just do as you say."

Song Shengfu put down her hands somewhat awkwardly. She hadn't paid attention to what Mrs. Lu had just said.

"Studying is a big deal. You go find it first, and I'll think of a way."

Lu nodded with a worried look on her face. She wanted to say something, but after looking at her mother, she swallowed it back.

Song Shengfu was thinking about something and didn't notice Lu's hesitant expression.

After Lu left, she ordered someone to roll up her bedding and go to the ancestral hall.

"Sudong, the old lady said she wants to go to the ancestral hall to burn incense and sleep for three days. Please help me pack my things. I will send someone to clean up the small room inside the ancestral hall."

"Okay, Sister Suchun, you can go ahead. I'll send someone to bring your things over later."

Su Chun gave a few instructions and went out with a few second-class maids.

Song Shengfu was in the ancestral hall at this time. Smelling the scent of incense and candles, she felt that she could live another ten years.

She felt that she was a bit like that old monster. No, that was exactly it.

As if sensing her thoughts, the candle in front of her went out in the windless environment.

Song Shengfu rolled her eyes quietly. If there hadn't been servants present, I would have turned you over.

"Hey, why is this lamp out?"

The servant who was adding oil saw it and quickly lit it with a candle.

During these three days, Song Shengfu searched through history books and unofficial records, but could not find anything related to what happened thirty years ago.

This is not normal, very abnormal.

She reread the historical records from about twenty or thirty years ago, reading them one by one.

In the 37th year of Chengzhi's reign, a rebellion broke out, and the emperor's thirteenth son died. The emperor was deeply saddened and suspended court for several days. ... He was posthumously named Prince Huiwen... and later, he was posthumously honored as Emperor Xiaozhen, enjoying the respect and veneration of successive emperors.

This was the second time she saw Prince Huiwen appear. Song Shengfu felt her head itchy. No kidding, it was really itchy.

That itch you can't get but want.

You stupid brain, think of it for me quickly!

"Snapped."

She threw the book away and grabbed the quilt helplessly in anger.

"Madam, it's late. It's time to go to bed."

"understood."

Forget it, let's go to sleep.

Early the next morning, she sent someone to invite Duan Jingzong over.

If there was anyone else in this house who might know, it would be him.

Although he was still a half-grown child twenty-five years ago, Song Shengfu guessed that if there was anything important, the man who died early would definitely instruct this eldest son.

When Duan Jingzong arrived, Song Shengfu was holding some of Duan Chongming's old belongings that she had found from somewhere, and sighing in mock sorrow.

"Mother."

Hearing the voice, Song Shengfu tilted her head and touched her non-existent tears, saying weakly, "Come on, sit down."

Seeing that his mother was in a bad mood, he walked forward, half-knelt, held Song Shengfu's hand, and spoke in a gentle and soft voice.

"Mom, what happened today?"

"Why are you squatting there? Stand up and sit next to me. Let's talk for a while."

Duan Jingzong was pulled up by Song Shengfu. There was a chair next to him, so he sat down.

"I just thought of your father. He passed away so early, leaving us behind in this world. Sometimes I think about just letting him go, but when I see you, I can't bear to leave. I wonder if he's waiting for me down there, and I don't know how long I can live..."

"Mother!"

Duan Jingzong's voice rose, and he felt that he had lost his composure, so he softened his tone.

"Mother, please don't say these words to hurt your son's heart. I just hope you will be healthy and live a long life."

Song Shengfu's emotions were brewing well, but she was frightened by the word "mother".

This little kid was almost scared to death by being so loud.

But the atmosphere was already right, she touched her long gray hair and smiled bitterly.

"I'm old now, and that sounds nice. I also want to spend a few more years with you. I remember when you were just a few years old, your grandmother and the others were still around, and the house was lively. Now everyone is gone, and I'm the only one left."

Duan Jingzong also recalled the past. At that time, he was still young and in poor health. He took the medicine prescribed by Old Xu all day long.

"When you complained about the pain, your grandfather held you in his arms and comforted you, saying he would take you riding a horse when you got better. You still had tears in your eyes, and you drank them mixed with the medicine. It was both heartbreaking and funny to watch."

Duan Jingzong pursed his lips and talked about his childhood, which made him feel like a child in front of his mother.

"Unfortunately, my health wasn't good enough, and even when my grandfather passed away, I was unable to fulfill this wish."

At that time, he was in poor health and spent most of his time in bed. Even when his grandparents passed away, he was unable to get up to see them off.

Several images suddenly flashed through Song Shengfu's mind. It was the scene of them carrying the coffin back to Jiangping, with yellow paper money flying all over the sky and crying all the way.

This was no act, but a genuine sorrow coming from the depths of his soul.

"Your grandfather was honored to have died early, suffering less. Unlike later, so many people died..."

Suddenly her mouth was covered, interrupting her next words.

"Mother, be careful what you say!"

Song Shengfu came back to her senses from her memories. She didn't know what she was afraid of, but the fear in her heart suddenly woke her up.

Duan Jingzong was still frightened. Although there were not many people in the ancestral hall, there were bound to be ears. If such outrageous words were to spread, the reputation of Duan Bo's Mansion would be gone.

"It's okay, it's okay. I asked Suchun and Mother Qi to send everyone away a long time ago."

Song Shengfu touched her chest, feeling a little guilty.

In order to facilitate the conversation, she asked people to open the doors of the compartments so that they could see clearly whether there was anyone nearby.

Duan Jingzong released her hand and warned, "Mother, please be careful. Don't be too blunt with some words."

"I can spare it."

Song Shengfu said, "For so many years, I have been feeling frustrated. If it weren't for...our family wouldn't be like this."

She spoke in a ambiguous manner, cursing those bastards in her heart for being useless. If they were not unreliable, she would not be testing them here.

Then he picked up a jade pendant, covered his chest with it, and squeezed out a few tears.

"I just feel sorry for you. If I go, what will happen to our family? It's easy to achieve success, but it's hard to protect the family. Jingzong, mother is so upset."

As she spoke, she pounded her chest twice, a move she had learned from the old ladies in her previous life.