Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

What a coincidence! They really are father and daughter.

Yinyin thought of the Fourth Princess and suddenly chuckled, "It's really timely. Otherwise, if it had been any earlier, I would have had to continue dealing with the Fourth Princess."

"Alright," Zhan Zheng reminded him, "It's fine if you say it in front of me, but don't mention it in public."

"Don't worry, brother, I've taken care of everything at my shop. And now that the weather's getting colder, I don't plan to go out anymore," Yin Yin paused. "I think that during this time, no one will be so foolish as to send out invitations and hold banquets."

The emperor is sick and unhappy, and you turn around and cheerfully invite people to dinner. No one would be so thoughtless.

Zhan Zheng wholeheartedly agreed.

When the emperor first fell ill, things were still relatively stable in the capital. However, as his condition did not improve for some time and he even ordered the crown prince to oversee the country, everyone began to have their own expectations.

The emperor was ill and old.

Tata delivered the letter but received no reply. Coupled with the increasingly cold weather, the border incursions naturally intensified.

The emperor was exhausted, so the crown prince secretly ordered the border generals to fight back. Although there were victories and defeats, the border was actually more stable for a while.

When the emperor found out, he was furious and began to favor the fifth prince, wanting to elevate him to compete with the crown prince. Unfortunately, the crown prince now held all the important military and political affairs, and even the fifth prince's maternal and familial families did not jump on his bandwagon.

After two days of making a scene without any result, the fifth prince retreated and dared not approach the emperor again.

As the twelfth lunar month approached, the emperor's health deteriorated, and he fell into a deep sleep several times. Before he could even drink Laba porridge, the bell tolled to announce his death.

Hearing the commotion, Yinyin quickly dressed and rushed to Dongchang Courtyard.

At this moment, Yu Miaoqi also woke up and was packing her things. She was a noblewoman and was going to the palace with Zhan Zheng to mourn.

"Your elder brother and I will be heading to the palace soon. I've entrusted some of our family matters to your fifth aunt, but the rest, especially the matters of our eldest branch, will be in your hands, Yinyin."

In winter, the snow is heavy and crops cannot be planted in the fields, so farmers are not so busy. However, Yu Miaoqi, as the head of the household, has to check all the accounts of the shops and estates under her control.

Now that the matter is only half-finished, the emperor has passed away, so naturally the task can only be entrusted to Yin Yin.

"Don't worry, Mother. I've been learning from you for so many years, I'm quite skilled now. I'll definitely be able to finish before the New Year."

"But you and your elder brother, going to the palace to mourn in this cold weather, if you can't bear it, please don't force yourself."

Yu Miaoqi nodded, looked at the things again, and then hurriedly left with Zhan Zheng, who had come looking for her.

After what happened, Yin Yin was fully awake and couldn't fall back asleep, so she asked someone to bring the account book so she could do some calculations.

Yinyin was busy at home, while Yu Miaoqi and Zhanzheng were busy outside. The family didn't relax until the New Year was almost here and the Crown Prince's enthronement ceremony was over.

They hadn't noticed it when they were busy, but now that they've relaxed, Yu Miaoqi has suddenly fallen ill. This terrified Zhan Zheng and Yin Yin. They not only specially invited a good doctor back, but also served Yu Miaoqi day and night, fearing that something might go wrong.

Fortunately, Yu Miaoqi usually takes good care of herself, and this time she was just too tired and caught a chill. After a few doses of medicine, she was almost fully recovered.

Yu Miaoqi, who hadn't left the house in a long time, was looking around and wanted to pick some plum blossoms to put in a vase. Yinyin, fearing a relapse of her illness, disagreed with her going herself, only allowing Hongfu and others to pick some for her to choose from. While the two were at an impasse, Hongfu came in to report.

"The old lady of the Wang family has passed away."

"What?" Yu Miaoqi forgot about going out and hurriedly asked, "Wang Laoshi was always in excellent spirits, how could she suddenly be gone?"

Yinyin knew a little about it and explained to her, "Many noblewomen couldn't bear the mourning in winter. Old Madam Wang also fell ill not long after returning home. I heard that she even fell and broke her leg when she got up at night."

Even the most energetic elderly person cannot withstand two consecutive blows.

“It’s not that I disagree with you going out to pick flowers,” Yin Yin said, linking arms with Yu Miaoqi, “but recovery from illness is slow and gradual. If you don’t take good care of yourself and fully recover, how can I feel at ease letting you go out like this?”

This time, Yu Miaoqi didn't argue with her. She was genuinely frightened by what had happened to Old Madam Wang. Her children's marriages were still unsettled, and she couldn't bear to see anything happen to them.

However, since Old Madam Wang was going, Zhan Zheng, as the Wang family's son-in-law, had to make the trip. Yu Miaoqi was still recovering from her illness, so Yin Yin accompanied the women.

Wang Xiang was a filial son who had a deep affection for his mother. He cried uncontrollably before her coffin and needed someone to support him to stand up.

Originally, it should have been his sons supporting Wang Xiang, but for some unknown reason, Wang Xiang specifically called Zhan Zheng forward, and he and his eldest son supported him on either side.

Seeing this, Yinyin simply stepped forward to light an incense stick and then went to Madam Wang's side.

Besides Madam Wang, there was another young woman beside Madam Wang who looked slightly older than Yin Yin. Her face resembled Wang Ying Man's, but she looked even gentler.

"Yinyin is here," Madam Wang said, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "Is your mother feeling any better?"

“Aunt Lao is worried. My mother is much better now, but the doctor said she still needs to rest and avoid the wind,” Yin Yin said, with a touch of appropriate apology on her face. “She originally wanted to come and see Old Madam Wang off in person.”

"That's enough," Madam Wang said, holding her hand with concern in her eyes. She instructed Yinyin to persuade Yu Miaoqi to take good care of herself when she got back.

Finally, he called over the unfamiliar girl beside him: "This is my niece, Wang Yingqing. She is two years older than you. Yinyin, you can call her Sister Qing."