64 How to feed coal in snow (1/2)
The body of the Aunt Xiu had been salvaged from the well by two servants from the Residence of An. A long bamboo pole was tied with a metal hook. Just like that, the hook was pulled onto the surface of the well.
The maids present did not dare to look at the corpse. As for the male servants, they were all looking at the body of the beautiful lady with some surprise.
Aunt Xiu body had been soaking in the well for several hours, but there was still no swelling. This beauty who was gradually growing older now had a calm expression, and a smile that was not a smile at the same time on her lips, as if she was in a dream.
Grand Preceptor An looked at his woman. He'd never seen her asleep before. The An family's man followed his family training and didn't stay overnight in his concubine's room. Therefore, every time he finished making love, he would leave in satisfaction. He never thought about how this woman would look like when she was alone sleeping.
This woman was beautiful and gentle, but she had been by his side all these years. She didn't speak much, neither did she fight nor snatch anything away from him. He had thought that he and this woman would be able to live a peaceful life together like this. Now that this woman had actually committed suicide, he couldn't help but think that she would never be by his side again. Grand Preceptor An's eyes suddenly reddened. How could this be?
Matriarch sat on the sedan chair for a servant to carry over. When she arrived at the laundry yard, she saw Grand Preceptor An standing before the body of the Aunt Xiu, his head bowed in grief. What Matriarch hated the most was the way her son looked. If he hadn't taken in this woman, how could all of this have happened? What did this woman give to the An clan? What could a woman like her, a wicked, and his unfilial, unfilial son, be sad for?
”Grand Preceptor,” The matriarch didn't get supported after she was helped off the sedan. She used her walking stick to walk to his side.
”Mother,” Grand Preceptor An hastily put away his sorrowful expression when he saw Matriarch.
In front of the servants, Matriarch looked at the body of the Aunt Xiu. Although there were no tears, she wiped them away and said, ”It seems like the Aunt Xiu is dead. She can't bear to leave Ah Jin alone.” This mother and daughter pair are both unlucky.
Those who committed suicide wouldn't be able to enter An clan's ancestral tomb. The servants present had no idea how to handle this funeral.
Thinking of An Jinxiu, who had been left by the clan leader, and An Yuanzhi, who would return after leaving the capital city, Matriarch said, ”Not far from the An clan's mausoleum. Let's find a good burial ground for her.”
The head steward, who was accompanying them, immediately agreed.
”Put the concubine in her coffin,” Matriarch added, ”This matter can't be blamed on her. It would be better for her to be disheartened. This can be considered a benevolent mother.” Right now, we don't know where Yuanzhi is. Let Yuanwen guard his spirit for half a day. ”
Asking An Yuanwen, the eldest son of the house, to guard a wake for a concubine? Grand Preceptor An hastened to say, ”Mother, just let Lady Zhou, Lady Feng, and the rest guard their spirits.”
”She gave birth to two children for you, ”the matriarch replied.” Let Yuanwen go.
When An Yuanwenheard Matriarch decision in his room, he nearly vomited blood. What right did he have to stand guard over the spirit of his father's concubine? He had knelt in front of the matriarch for half a day already, yet this old lady still refused to let him off? What in the world had he done wrong? Why was this grandmother who had always doted on him tormenting him like this?
”Then, hubby, do you want to go over?” Even after the matriarch had scolded her, Madam Ning still hadn't recovered from their shock.