My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

The emperor bestowed a posthumous title, even if it was ordinary, it was still considered an honor.

After all, many officials and nobles are dead and that's it. It's common for them to not even make a splash in the noble circles in the capital.

As everyone can see, the emperor has not offended the Ningping Marquis's Mansion at least for now.

Furthermore, the news that Fu Zhiyi was stripped of his love for the emperor because he submitted a memorial to the emperor about his father's mourning period spread quickly, and everyone immediately knew that Fu Zhiyi was still in the emperor's favor.

Therefore, after one day, more and more people came to pay their respects the next day.

Fu Zhijian and Mrs. Hu felt better about it.

Otherwise, the old marquis's funeral would be too shabby.

However, when Lu Zhenzhen heard the posthumous title given to the old marquis by the emperor, she didn't know what expression to use.

Sun was also a little unable to hold back.

The two looked at each other, then used the excuse of being the director to secretly run to the side to play crickets.

"I heard that there are posthumous titles such as Wenzheng and Wuzhong. What does this single word "jie" mean?" Although Lu Zhenzhen didn't quite understand these things, she had common sense and had studied history.

It is natural to see that this word "jie" does not seem like a proper posthumous title.

Sun knew more and whispered, "There are good, bad, and mediocre posthumous titles. Grandfather's posthumous title can't be considered bad, it can only be said to be mediocre. 'Jie' means 'stick to one's principles,' meaning 'to be unyielding, to be independent and stand alone, and to do one's own thing.' It's somewhere between good and bad posthumous titles."

Lu Zhenzhen understood that being persistent and refusing to change is called "jie". If it is understood in a positive sense, people who are called "jie" are very principled. If it is understood in a negative sense, people who are called "jie" are "stubborn".

When I think about it this way, this word really fits the old marquis' life. He is just a stubborn person.

He is so stubborn that he loves the first wife so much, and he never stops cheating the other two wives just for the first wife.

However, based on Lu Zhenzhen's understanding of the emperor, she probably chose the word "jie" because she was most likely concerned that the old marquis died at an inopportune time, right?

Not to mention Lu Zhenzhen and Sun were muttering behind her back.

The second and third masters in front were guarding the spirit at night and couldn't sleep anyway.

Fu Zhijian was the marquis and the eldest grandson, so he knelt in the front.

The second master pulled the third master aside and threw paper into the brazier while muttering to himself.

"Third Brother, why do I feel that the posthumous title that His Majesty gave to the old man is not very pleasant—"

The Third Master rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "Who cares if it sounds good or not? Anyway, at least it saves the old man's last bit of dignity."

"Besides, if it doesn't sound good, can you change it?"

The second master quickly shook his head, it’s not like he’s tired of living.

"That's all, in my opinion, Your Majesty is truly a wise and benevolent monarch. Look, he didn't let Brother Yi and Brother Zhe go into mourning. He is absolutely a wise and benevolent monarch!"

Just for this reason, the third master decided that after he returned, he would have to kowtow to the imperial palace a few more times.

The second master nodded repeatedly.

Yes, it was a close call!

Of course, he knew in his heart that his brother was purely benefiting from Fu Zhiyi's influence.

I saw Fu Zhijian in front of me was so sleepy that he fell asleep.

The second master leaned close to the third master's ear and said, "Third master, the old man is gone. After the funeral, I'm afraid we'll have to divide up the old man's private property. Do you have any ideas?"

The third master was actually thinking about this, but when the second master reminded him, his eyes suddenly lit up and he was no longer sleepy.

However, he was still self-aware. If the old lady passed away, most of the private property she left behind would definitely be given to him.

It’s hard to say about the old man. Given his partiality, the meat will probably go to the eldest wife, and the second and third wives will be lucky enough to have some soup.

He also understood that the second brother wanted to instigate him to ask the question.

He's just a jerk, not stupid.

It would have been fine if the old man were still alive. It would have been only natural for me to go back to the Marquis' Mansion and throw a tantrum to get something from him.

The old man has passed away, and from now on this mansion will be my nephew's home, and he will be a guest when he comes back.

It's not true that he looks down on the old man's private property. The old man has a lot of good things.

But unless the old man made a will, the most they could do was to give him a few things as souvenirs.

The third master rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind.

He just vaguely said that he had no idea, then waited patiently for a while and then went to pee.

He went straight to Ruixuan Hall where the old lady Bai lived.

Old Madam Bai and the old marquis had been married for many years. The old marquis passed away suddenly, and she was old, so she could not bear it for a while and fell ill in bed.

Although he has been recuperating for a few days, he looks better.

However, she was too lazy to go to the mourning hall in front. She just said that she was still not feeling well and stayed in Ruixuan Hall without going out.

Of course, the old lady was not idle either. She knelt down every night and recited the Sutra of Rebirth for the old marquis, just to fulfill the love between husband and wife in this life.

Just as he finished kneeling and reciting the scriptures, he came out and ran into the third master who looked like a thief.

The mother and son bumped into each other face to face and were both startled.

They patted their chests and took a few steps back. The old lady couldn't help but want to hit someone: "Why did you come to me when you weren't guarding the spirit in front of me?"

The third master chuckled and said, "I'm just worried about Mom's health. I came over to check on her under the pretext of going out to pee."

Although Old Lady Bai didn't believe from the bottom of her heart that the Third Master was so filial, her expression softened a lot.

Looking at the third master, he has been kneeling and crying these days, not eating or sleeping well, and tossing and turning day and night. He looks much more haggard.

His eyes were dark, his beard was untidy, he had lost a lot of weight, and he looked much older than before.

There were also some white hairs mixed in his hair.

Seeing this, the old lady felt distressed: "Why are you so honest? Can't you just hide away and be lazy? Don't worry, when the old man passes away, your health will collapse. Who will I cry to then?"

The third master hurriedly coaxed the old lady with a few words, and at least made her happier.

Then he got to the point: "I heard my second brother talking about the old man dividing his private property——"

Let the second master take the blame first.

Sure enough, the old lady frowned and said, "Your father is dead and hasn't even been buried yet, and you're already thinking about his private property?"

The Third Master was extremely aggrieved: "Mother, you have wronged me. I really wasn't thinking about it right now. Didn't Second Brother remind me? You also know that I, your son, can't keep secrets. So I came to ask you, so that you can at least have an idea of ​​what's going on."

The old lady rolled her eyes at the third master and said nothing.

The Third Master knew that the old lady knew about it, and he immediately went to her side and said, "Mother, please tell me the truth first! Let me see if the old man is partial to the eldest wife in his last life."

When the old lady heard this impudent remark, she couldn't help but slap the third master: "Why, if the old man is partial, will your spirit not be protected?"

The Third Master rolled his eyes in anger. "If the old man is so partial until his death, how can I not protect his spirit? At most, I can kowtow gently and curse a few times in my heart while burning paper. What else can I do? I can't drag the old man out of the coffin to ask him questions, can I?"