No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

As the Fourth Master walked down the steps, suddenly the wind blew and the snow started to snow heavily.

He looked up at the dark sky, buried his head in the snowy night, and walked towards the inner courtyard step by step.

Su Peisheng brought a group of young eunuchs, some holding lanterns and some holding umbrellas.

He looked at the determined back of the Fourth Master and thought: Well, that guy is still firmly in the upper position.

Even such a strong snowstorm cannot extinguish a man's desire to see her, so nothing can stop him.

Although he is only half a man, he can see through the thoughts of men.

The Fourth Master was full of thoughts and returned to the inner courtyard covered in snow and wind.

The lights were still on in the room. The Fourth Master closed the door immediately after entering. He peeked in and saw Cha Cha wrapped in the quilt, her face flushed as she slept.

He took off his coat and went to the brazier to warm himself. When he was warm, he took off his clothes and went into bed.

Lin Mingyan was half asleep and felt a source of heat, so she came up to him clingingly and snuggled into his arms.

The Fourth Master filled his laps as usual, then sighed with satisfaction and closed his eyes.

He couldn't calm down, after all, he was the one who killed his first wife with his own hands.

Thinking back to the time of their wedding, Fu Jin was only twelve years old, and the two of them did have a hard time in the palace at that time.

He thought at the time that Fu Jin had suffered a lot with him, and in the future, as long as it was not a matter of principle, he would protect her from the wind and rain and be tolerant and understanding of her.

But later on, Fu Jin gradually changed and became completely different from the little girl she used to be.

But the Fourth Master told himself that as long as she didn't go too far, she would always have the honor of being a concubine.

No matter how much he loved Cha Cha, he never thought of crippling her or killing her himself.

Until today, I have been driven crazy by holding the future as a threat.

When he heard the words "Emperor and Empress", the only thing on the Fourth Master's mind was Cha Cha and the children.

He has so many people to be responsible for, and the little love he had between husband and wife in his youth should have worn away.

The Fourth Master did not regret doing this, but he was still a little sad. However, this sadness disappeared after he hugged Cha Cha.

When Lin Mingyan woke up in the morning, she felt the warmth beside her and asked drowsily, "Master? Why didn't you wake me up when you came back?"

She was still thinking about getting the first-hand information from Lady Fujin.

The Fourth Master pinched her cheek and said, "Get up. We're a bit busy today."

Before he finished speaking, he heard crying outside.

Fu Jin is dead!

Lin Mingyan paused while tidying up the Fourth Master's clothes, and for a moment her mind was empty.

All he said was, "Ah, I need to put my clothes on again."

Clothes in ancient times were really not that easy to wear, especially since it was still cold at that time. It was very troublesome to put on one, two, or three layers.

Now that I have just put it on, I have to change everything from inside to outside into white.

Only after the servants took out their mourning clothes did Lin Mingyan finally have a concrete impression of the fact that "Fu Jin was gone".

She was a little puzzled: "Didn't she say that she was in better spirits these days?"

She thought that Fu Jin was really an indestructible cockroach and would continue to lie in the main courtyard for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the person disappeared overnight.

The Fourth Master said calmly, "Maybe it's a last gasp."

Lin Mingyan nodded to show that she understood.

Right.

People who have been sick for years suddenly get better.

If that isn’t a last gasp of light, what is?

Not only Lin Mingyan, but everyone inside and outside the mansion thought so.

After all, the impression of the Fourth Lady is that she is a sickly person, and now she is gone.

Many people’s first thought is: This day has finally come.

Even Fei Yanggu thought so. He sighed deeply when he got the news.

It’s not that he felt sorry for his daughter, but he was worried that if the Fourth Master married another wife, he would become estranged from Nara.

He was a little anxious about this matter, and didn't even pay much attention to Fu Jin's death, and didn't even look at the corpse carefully.

Fu Jin didn't expect that because she had been playing the sick character for many years, her death this time was a natural outcome.

The face of Fu Jin when she died was not hideous. Vomiting blood was a common occurrence and there was no reaction to poison.

No one expressed any doubt about her death. When people came to pay their respects, they just said a few words and lit a stick of incense.

Lin Mingyan and other women in the backyard, as concubines, had to mourn for the wife.

However, they only knelt at the beginning, and then stayed in their own yard and did not go out.

If you were to ask who was the happiest about this matter, it would of course be Zhang.

If the house wasn't in such a mess, she would have gone and got her son back right now.

She paced back and forth in the room, "The Fourth Master didn't give the order to bring Hongshi to the main courtyard. It was Fu Jin who forcibly snatched him away."

"Now that my wife is gone, I can just go and bring Hongshi back."

Linglong advised, "Wait a little longer. Don't be anxious for a while. If something goes wrong, it will be bad for you, Gege."

After all, he is my only biological son, how can I not be anxious?

Every day, Zhang stretched her neck and waited, wanting to get her child back as soon as possible.

The funeral of Fu Jin was quickly completed, and she immediately ran to find the Fourth Master that day.

But she ran to the inner courtyard and found nothing. The servants told her that the Fourth Master had guests and went to the front courtyard.

She rushed to the front yard again, but the servants stopped her and said that the Fourth Master was entertaining guests.

She refused to give up and pleaded, "Can I wait here? I have something to ask the master."

Seeing the chaos here, Zhao Lesheng rushed over and said, "Gege Zhang, you should come back another day. You're breaking the rules by coming to the front yard."

Zhang had just entered the front yard and had not taken a few steps forward. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, Zhao Lesheng was Su Peisheng's apprentice, and she couldn't afford to offend him, so she had to retreat and wait at the door.

"Princess, why don't we go back first?" Linglong rubbed her red, frozen hands and advised her.

But Zhang loved her son so much that she didn't want to wait any longer after enduring for so long. She just wanted to stay with him and didn't want to waste any time.

Seeing her determination, Linglong said, "Then let's go to the other side of the lake. There we can see the road leading out of the front yard."

"If the Fourth Master's guests leave, we will know the news immediately."

Otherwise, if you stand here waiting at the door, you won’t know whether the customer has left or not.

What if they left early and the Fourth Master was busy with other things? Wouldn’t they have suffered in vain?

Zhang of course thought this was a good idea, so the two of them ran to the other side and sat down by the lake to wait.

The Beile Mansion was not very big, and the lake in the front yard was not very big either. From one side of the lake, one could clearly see the road on the other side.

It's quiet now, and even if I don't keep an eye on it, I can still hear any movement over there.

The two clasped hands and waited in a sheltered place.

In the study in the main courtyard, the Fourth Master was receiving Fei Yanggu.

Logically speaking, the funeral arrangements of the concubine have been taken care of, and the former father-in-law should be fine.

But he came here today because he was worried about Hongyu...