The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Li Anqi shuddered, and a sudden ringing began in his ears.

She stood there, stunned, for about half a minute before she understood what Zhilan meant.

After shedding her red wedding attire, Li Anqi changed into a white mourning dress.

As she prepared to leave the Prince Xiao's Mansion by sedan chair through the West Corner Gate and return to the Jingguo Mansion for the funeral.

He discovered that Li Baoqin had also changed into mourning clothes and was looking at him with a resentful expression.

"Is something wrong, sister?" Li Anqi asked.

"Don't think you're so great just because you were betrothed by the Emperor! So what if your wedding was so grand?! You're still just a concubine!"

Li Baoqin said angrily.

Li Anqi suddenly remembered that Zhilan had said yesterday that Li Baoqin's wedding sedan chair was secretly carried into the mansion through the side gate at night.

Li Anqi frowned, his tone becoming slightly sharper.

"Isn't my sister also a concubine? Is she any more remarkable than me?"

She didn't want to argue with Li Baoqin.

But even after the old lady passed away, Li Baoqin was still concerned about these useless things, which really saddened her.

"I--"

Li Baoqin was speechless, and continued to frown and angrily speak.

"Ling Luo and I are deeply in love, a match made in heaven! You are nothing but a mistake in our relationship! Even if he marries you, he will never love you!"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Li Anqi's lips.

Li Baoqin is right, this is a mistake.

But this mistake ruined the rest of his life.

“Since it’s a mistake, then we can only continue down that path. How things will turn out in the future is not up to my sister to decide.”

Li Baoqin was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Li Anqi's tone to be so forceful.

If Li Anqi in the past was like water.

Now, she is water mixed with ice.

You never know which piece of ice might hurt you.

Li Anqi gave Li Baoqin a deep look, then got into the sedan chair and said calmly.

"let's go."

"Yes."

The sedan chair bearers moved in perfect unison, carrying the sedan chair to the Jingguo Mansion.

The Jingguo Prefecture changed overnight.

The original red ribbon was removed and replaced with a white cloth.

The originally cheerful laughter turned into mournful sobs.

Li Anqi knelt before the coffin in the main hall, looking at the old lady's memorial tablet, and was overwhelmed with grief, unable to hold back his tears.

Although my initial kinship with the old lady was partly motivated by a desire for her protection.

But the old lady treated him well and sincerely in every way, and his last bit of selfishness turned into genuine affection.

Now that the old lady is really gone, how can she not be sad?

People often say that there is a wall between a person and death, and that wall is their parents.

When both parents pass away, the eldest child in the family will suddenly turn white-haired overnight.

Li Miao is exactly like that.

Overnight, his hair, which was originally mixed with some gray, suddenly turned white, and he looked much older.

Li Anqi looked at Li Anxiu.

He noticed that Li Anxiu was also looking at him.

His eyes were full of unspoken thoughts, yet he remained unwilling to speak.

The thought of Madam Zhao suddenly made Li Anqi lose the courage to initiate a conversation with her.

At this moment, Aunt Huang Ruo quietly came over.

"Second Miss, this way please."

Li Anqi wiped away her tears, looked up at Aunt Huang Ruo, and followed her to a secluded corner.

Aunt Huang Ruo sighed deeply, her eyes red.

"Don't worry, Miss. The old lady passed away peacefully without any pain... What she couldn't let go of the most was the Jingguo Mansion."

As Aunt Huang Ruo spoke, she took out something wrapped in a cloth and handed it to Li Anqi.

Li Anqi opened the cloth and found that it contained an imperial edict.

"This is the imperial pardon bestowed upon my great-grandfather by the late emperor, which the old lady has kept until now. The old lady instructed me to give this pardon to the second young lady, hoping that she could save the Jingguo Mansion from danger in the future and prevent the lineage from being wiped out."

Li Anqi composed himself and put the pardon deep into his sleeve.

"Did the old lady say anything else?"

Aunt Huang Ruo slowly said, "The old lady also said that she knew the second young lady was depressed because of the arranged marriage. The old lady hoped that the second young lady could look forward. After all, people walk on the road, and even if you reach an alley, it may not be a dead end."

"..."

Li Anqi remained silent for a long time before saying softly, "I understand. Thank you, Aunt Huang Ruo."

The old lady held a high position during her lifetime, and her funeral was also extremely grand.

The coffin lay in state in the mansion for forty-nine days, during which monks and Taoist priests chanted sutras and performed rituals to help the deceased's soul find peace.

On the day of the funeral, there were at least several hundred people in the funeral procession and the honor guard, forming a long line in the street.

The number of onlookers along the road was at least tens of thousands.

The final destination of the funeral procession was Ning'anzhuang.

The old lady's coffin was buried in the cemetery.

The paper offerings used in the funeral were burned to ashes.

The funeral was then completed.

This long and complicated ritual was something Li Anqi had never experienced before.

Although funerals are time-consuming, laborious, and expensive.

But in this era, the grandeur of a funeral represents respect for the deceased, as well as the glory the deceased enjoyed in life.

The extremely long ritual period allows the true mourners ample time to express and convey their grief.

Perhaps this is what "modern people" mean by "a sense of ritual".

During the time after seeing the old lady off, Li Anqi's heart gradually returned to peace.

When they returned to Fuying Garden in Prince Xiao's Mansion.

Three months have passed since she was married off as a concubine.

Princess Nanxia spent her days chanting scriptures behind closed doors, refusing to see anyone.

Every time Li Anqi went to pay his respects, he was turned away at the door.

If it weren't for the rumors, Li Anqi would even think that this person didn't exist.

On the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter), the King of Xiao arrived.

This was the first time the Prince Xiao had stepped into her courtyard since Li Anqi entered the mansion.

Zhilan Qiuyue and Liuyun were both startled and quickly bowed, calling out "Your Highness".

"what are you doing?"

The Prince of Xiao, dressed in a magnificent black robe, stood with his hands behind his back and approached Li Anqi.

Li Anqi was still the same as always, holding a book and staring blankly at his desk.

Upon seeing Prince Xiao arrive, she calmly put down the book in her hand, lazily rose, and bowed.

"Your Majesty."

"I know you are saddened by the passing of the old lady. That's why I haven't bothered you during this time."

The Prince spoke calmly, staring intently at her cold yet captivating face.