The news that the eldest son of the Mei family suddenly passed away just before the marriage spread throughout the capital within a moment.

At this moment, the people who watched the fun were even more interested. They wanted to see how the youngest daughter of the Sheng family who had been married halfway through the journey ended?

Everyone's thoughts were the same as those of the maid Xiaoxi. They all thought that Sheng Yu would take advantage of the sudden death of Master Mei to cancel his marriage with the Marquis of Dingguo's Mansion and go back.

After all, no one wants to lose her husband just after passing the door, and she has brought the reputation of a widow for nothing, and she has to waste her life's happiness...

Amid the crowd's discussion, the large sedan chair carried by eight people quietly stopped in the middle of the road. The curtains were closed, and the sedan chair continued to move forward, and the sedan chair was not seen for a long time.

Just when everyone was surprised, Xiaoxi squeezed out the crowd and took a package and stuffed it into the sedan chair. After a while, the curtain door of the sedan chair was lifted, and Shui Qingqing got out of the sedan chair, and a white mourning dress suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The red golden phoenix crown headdresses on their heads have been removed, leaving only one black and transparent black hair that is long to the knee, hanging behind them, making their thin body become thinner.

All the gold and silver jewelry he wore was taken off, and the red wedding dress was put on mourning clothes. Even the red embroidered shoes with tread flowers on their feet were replaced with blue-gray cloth shoes.

Shui Qingqing, who came out of the wedding sedan chair, was still a festive bride the moment before, and the next moment, she was a new widow who lost her husband in mourning clothes.

Looking at Shui Qingqing who was wearing mourning shady white clothes, everyone was in an uproar, and everyone's faces were full of incredible descriptions.

The first snow in early winter fell quietly.

Among the snowflakes flying all over the sky, Shui Qingqing ignored the surprise and discussion of the people around her, and walked towards the Marquis' Mansion without looking sideways...

Mei Zichu passed away on the wedding day, which made the people in the Marquis' Mansion feel very panicked while being hurt.

In just a moment, the festive red wedding characters and lantern red silk in the mansion were quickly removed and replaced with shocking white banners and white silk, so that the guests who came to have the wedding were stunned.

Mei Zijin, the Marquis of Dingguo, walked out of Tinglan Courtyard in the heavy snow. Her handsome face was stained with sadness. Listening to the crying inside the house, her mood was low to the bottom and she was extremely painful.

The follower Sanshi followed him and carefully held an umbrella for him and said, "I am asking for grief. I have asked the mansion to remove the previous arrangements and the mourning hall has been built, but how should the guests in the front hall be placed? Please tell me!"

Pressing down the grief in her heart, Mei Zijin said in a deep voice: "Let all the guests go back, and come to the Marquis' Mansion to pay condolences in three days!"

"Then... what should I do if the bride who has already set out on the way to come?"

Upon hearing this, Mei Zijin frowned and said coldly without thinking: "Since my elder brother has passed away, why should I marry her into the house? Let her go back. As for the gift, the Marquis's Mansion will not take back!"

After receiving Mei Zijin's instructions, Sanshi was about to leave and make arrangements, but at this moment, a servant came over in panic and reported to Mei Zijin that the bride of the Sheng family had entered the mourning hall!

Her eyes sank, and Mei Zijin didn't care about the flying snow in the sky, so she threw her robe to head towards the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall that had just been built, two cold white candles were lit. The cold wind came in through the crack of the door, causing the faint fire of the white candle to tremble, adding a bit of desolation to the mourning hall for no reason.

Shui Qingqing knelt alone in front of the spiritual seat in plain clothes, lowered her head and silently added paper money to the brazier.

Hearing the footsteps, she slowly turned around and hit the man's gloomy and cold handsome face.

Mei Zijin was wearing a dark purple brocade robe and strode into the mourning hall, and her eyes fell on the woman kneeling in front of the hall like a blade. When she saw the mourning clothes on her body, the anger in her eyes was slightly lowered, but it added a hint of doubt.

"Who allowed you to do this?"

Looking at the spirit cards that were not dry in the paint in the hall, Mei Zijin's expression surged with sadness, and the words she said were even cold and there was a trace of temperature, with a biting chill.

"Since my elder brother has passed away, you don't need to marry in and cheer for joy - you go!"
Chapter completed!