When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

He originally wanted to slip away, but when he thought about having to deal with the new owner of the Shou Palace in the future, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the person he feared the most.

Wangyue looked at him with a half-smile, and the Third Young Master couldn't help but shudder, secretly complaining in his heart: If only I could hide forever, I don't want to see this cruel guy!

Wangyue looked at the coward who was shrinking his neck and hiding his head in his chest, and was moving closer to him step by step. He was obviously scared to death, but he pretended that he was not afraid at all.

Really, extremely ridiculous!

The Third Young Master's eyelids were twitching and his whole body was shaking violently. This was entirely due to the trauma caused by the person in front of him.

Wangyue just looked at him. The Third Young Master prepared himself mentally for a long time and swallowed his saliva many times before he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Prince, I...I, you...um..."

Wangyue sneered. How could such a waste be worthy of your love?

The Third Young Master's courage collapsed instantly. He lowered his head and slumped for a few breaths. Then he raised his head with red eyes and looked straight at the moon.

"What do you want to do? If you want to kill me, then please do it sooner rather than later. My father is still here, so I can have someone to accompany me on my journey to the underworld."

Mochizuki: "Well! That's a good suggestion!"

The third young master bit the flesh inside his lip, annoyed at himself for talking nonsense. What if he really came for it?

Wangyue glanced at him, turned her head and looked towards the mourning hall. A faint voice came from her.

"You don't need to test me. If I want to kill you, I can do it anytime. Since I haven't done anything, you should get as far away as possible. It's best to stay away from me.

If you keep running around in front of me, I might get in a bad mood and really kill you to vent my anger!"

The Third Young Master was delighted, this means... not to kill me?

"I wouldn't dare leave unless you give the order." He muttered and turned around and slipped away. He never wanted to come back in this life.

He returned to the yard where he originally lived, packed up some things and put them in a bag, and said goodbye!

There are many valuable things in this room, but now he is in a hurry to escape and dares not stay any longer. What if that madman Wangyue regrets it?

Now he just feels bad that he doesn't run fast enough.

When he was about to step out of the corner gate, he looked back at the mourning hall, threw down his bag, knelt down and kowtowed three times to his father in a proper manner.

The Third Young Master: Father, my son is gone!

The third young master stood up, bent down to pick up the bag, and walked out of the small door of the Shou Palace with determination.

From now on, he is no longer the son of Prince Shou’s Mansion.

Liu Qing appeared beside Prince Wangyue and said, "Master, the third young master has left. Do you want me to bring him back?" It's not too late to regret now.

Wangyue looked up at the gray sky and recalled his father's pleading eyes before he died.

"Forget it, if he wants to leave, let him go. I was planning to give him some of my property, but now it seems unnecessary." Who made him run so fast?

Live it!

Liu Qing raised one corner of his mouth and said, "Even if you dare to give it, he won't dare to take it." That man was as timid as a sesame seed and was worried about his life all day long.

If the prince really wanted to kill him, his fear would be of no use!

Wangyue: "Tsk, he is just a coward. Without someone to back him up, he dares not even breathe!"

In the past, dogs would only dare to jump around because they relied on the power of others.

Based on what he did in the past, it is not unfair to kill him.

However, he almost beat him to death last time, and even used him as a medicine man to test out the real antidote for himself, so it was even all together.

Allowing him to come back to see the old man for the last time was the greatest kindness he could show to the third brother.

Liu Qing frowned: "Master, according to the rules, unless there are unexpected circumstances, you have to observe a three-year mourning period." He also had to build a thatched hut in front of the old prince's grave to observe mourning.

Although this is not a hard and fast requirement, people of good reputation will not let outsiders talk about this.

Wangyue sighed helplessly: "Yes! After all, he is my father! Even if he never loved me, I still have to mourn for him. Who made this rule?"

He spat in dissatisfaction, but could not resist unless he no longer wanted the title of Prince Shou.

Liu Qing reminded him, "Master, you should also report the death to the capital."

Wangyue closed his eyes in annoyance. He was most impatient with these things. He was not familiar with the staff at home. They were all the old man's people, and he was unwilling to use them.

In the end, I had no choice but to resign myself to my fate and go to the study to write it myself.

Once this memorial is sent to Kyoto, if nothing unexpected happens, he will soon receive the imperial decree from Kyoto.

Let him, the crown prince, officially inherit the title of Prince Shou.

On the second day, the central gate of Shouwang Mansion was opened wide.

The white sail at the door fluttered slightly in the wind, as if announcing the old prince's departure to the world.

People entering and leaving the palace were all dressed in plain clothes and had solemn expressions.

The entire Shouwang Mansion was filled with an atmosphere of grief, and white cloth strips fluttered in the wind.

The servants were busy shuttling around, setting up the mourning hall and placing offerings.

In the center of the mourning hall, the old prince's coffin was placed, surrounded by paper money and incense sticks.

The palace steward directed everyone to ensure that all ceremonies were carried out according to tradition.

The servants quietly swept the courtyard and cleared away the fallen leaves to keep the palace clean.

The cooks prepared simple vegetarian meals for the guests who came to pay their respects.

Prince Shou has always been a special person in Southern Xinjiang. He was once the local emperor of Southern Xinjiang. Although he had given up his military power long ago,

But when he died, people from the southern Xinjiang government and military had to give him face and come to pay their respects.

Therefore, from the moment the gate was opened, there was a constant stream of people coming to pay their respects.

The butler stood at the door, welcoming and seeing off guests, and was very busy. As the only filial son in the palace, Wangyue had to kneel beside the coffin, burn paper money and observe mourning.

He would kowtow in return to all those who came to burn incense and kowtow to worship him.

Wangyue: I actually forgot about this. I shouldn’t have let the third brother go.

It’s just right to let the third brother kneel here, so he can also have a shift change.

Now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

Even if the housekeeper had the maid put a thick mat for him, he still wouldn't be able to bear kneeling for too long, and his knees would probably be bruised in a day.

Mistake! Mistake!

There was a constant stream of people coming to pay their respects, and he couldn't even be lazy!

His uncles, as the largest gentry clan in southern Xinjiang, will definitely come today.

Wangyue didn't want to see them, but since they were going to this occasion, she couldn't stop them.

So, Wangyue, who didn't want to greet unfamiliar people, kept his head down the whole day, and burned paper money for his father one by one seriously.

His uncles took the initiative to talk to him, but he ignored them.

Finally, after burning incense, they could only leave in disappointment.