The offerings prepared by Aunt Gui are snacks, fresh fruits, and a jug of wine. Fresh fruits and plain wine are all. The exquisite snacks show the care and thought of the people who made them.

Xinyou saw butter abalone among the dazzling array of pastries, which was her mother’s favorite snack. Unfortunately, milk is not easy to preserve and is not often eaten in the valley.

 “Mother, my servant is here to see you.” Aunt Gui put her forehead to the ground and murmured in a low voice.

Teardrops flowed down the cheeks and onto the cold ground. It was obviously not cold yet, but the cold air rushed into the heart.

Xin You stayed by the side silently, and the corners of her eyes couldn't help but get wet.

 After a long time, Aunt Gui got up and asked Xinyou to take her to worship the others.

More than a dozen black coffins were placed in another hall. Although there were people guarding them, the hall was quiet.

Aunt Gui shed tears after paying homage. She clenched and unclenched her fists several times before she finally summoned the courage to ask, "Mr. Xin, which one is Chang Xia's coffin? Chang Xia is my slave's biological sister."

 Changxia is Aunt Xia's name.

Xin You was silent for a while, then whispered: "I can't tell the difference."

 She was facing a huge change at that time. Apart from burying her mother lightly, she was really unable to bury other elders one by one.

Aunt Gui was actually mentally prepared for this, but each coffin gave her a glimmer of hope. Tears fell down after hearing Xin Mu's words.

Xin You couldn't say anything else to comfort her, so she pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry."

“Young master, don’t say that.” Aunt Gui wiped her tears and forced a smile, “This is good... Chang Xia likes the excitement the most. She will definitely be happy when everyone is together...”

Xinyou couldn't help but stretched out her hand and held Aunt Gui's hand.

The woman's once delicate hands have become rough and hardened due to time, but she can still make mouth-watering food, which is a delicacy that belongs to home that Xin You loves.

 “Aunt Gui.”

Aunt Gui was shocked and blurted out: "Master, why do you call me slave?"

“I heard Aunt Xia say that she has a sister, I should call her Aunt Gui.”

"What did Chang Xia say..." Aunt Gui couldn't help but shed tears again.

A figure walked in, and Xin You’s eyes moved slightly.

Aunt Gui followed her gaze and turned her head and saw He Qingxiao.

“Master Hou, why are you here?”

“I came to pay homage to the Queen, thinking that Aunt Gui would be here.” He Qingxiao said and looked at Xin You.

 “Congratulations, Sir.”

 “My condolences to you. I want to tell you about the aftermath of what happened in the ruined temple.”

As soon as Aunt Gui heard that the two of them were going to talk about business, she hurriedly said goodbye and left.

He Qingxiao did not rush to talk to Xin You, but respectfully offered three sticks of incense to Aunt Xia and others.

Xinyou took him to the flower hall where he had talked with General Bai, and sent the tea server away.

He Qingxiao did not touch the tea in front of him, considered it for a moment and said, "Deng Ge has confessed his guilt."

"So fast?"

He Qingxiao's lips curled up slightly: "A person of his status is used to being pampered and pampered. He may be able to keep his mouth shut when facing the interrogation of the Three Law Divisions. If he can be whipped three times after entering the Jinlin Guards, he has amazing perseverance."

Many people think that they can accept death without giving up in the face of torture. In fact, very few people can actually survive it. Therefore, those who would rather die than surrender are extremely valuable and have become famous or unknown heroes.

"How did he say?"

"He said that your existence will cause shock to the country sooner or later, and only by removing it can we ensure the long-term stability of Daxia."

Xin You sneered: "I don't know, I thought Daxia belonged to his family."

He Qingxiao was silent and said: "If Daxia were from his family, he wouldn't think so." "Then will this case be settled soon?"

He Qingxiao shook his head: "On the contrary, this is just the beginning. Before today, I was asked to investigate some veterans. There are countless people who have been related to these veterans for more than ten years. Now that Mr. Deng Ge has been arrested, it is precisely to sort out the situation. opportunity…"

He Qingxiao put it euphemistically. In fact, Emperor Xingyuan had already hinted that he would deal with what he could, dismiss those who were dismissed from office, and behead those who were beheaded.

Xin You is so smart, and fell into silence after hearing this.

 It would be beneficial for her to convict those people who were related to Mr. Deng Ge. However, after the **** storm, officials and noble officials would not dare to blame the emperor, and would definitely vent their anger on Lord He. It may also be recorded in history in the future that Jinlinwei took the opportunity to create unjust cases and kill innocent people indiscriminately.

 In the future, when that person has a stalemate with the officials over something, or to appease the ministers, or to get the ministers to compromise, it is possible to push Mr. He out and smash him to pieces.

Thinking of the possible fate of the man in front of him, Xin You's heart ached.

 “Or…don’t involve too many people…”

He Qingxiao immediately understood Xinyou's thoughts.

His heart also ached slightly, but more of it was joy.

The future is too far away, and he knows that the girl Xin Yue is worried about him and cares about him now, and he is satisfied.

 “I try not to let innocent people be punished…”

  No matter how much guarantee he gave, he couldn't give it.

How many people will be involved in this case and how many people will be killed are always determined by the person holding the knife, not the knife.

"Master He, please be careful too." Xin You warned her when they left, but didn't say much.

There is no need to say too much. When the time comes, as long as she is still alive, she will always try her best to protect him.

In the following days, Queen Xin’s funeral was carried out step by step, and the prison of Fusi in Beizhen became more and more lively day by day...

When going to court, there are fewer people jumping out and being impassioned; in the yamen, there are fewer people chatting and joking; on the street, there are also fewer yamen riding horses for fun.

A layer of dark clouds hangs over many high-profile households in Beijing, making people feel heavy and have trouble sleeping and eating.

Xinyou, however, lived a very peaceful life.

The imperial mausoleum is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and has towering ancient trees. It is quiet and solemn, which often gives people the illusion that it will never change over time.

 “Young Master!”

Xinyou didn't listen to the sound but only listened to the footsteps, and she knew it was Xiaoba who was coming.

 In addition to Qianfeng, Ping'an, and Xiaoba, Xinyou came to the imperial mausoleum with him. As for the Sixth Master, he is currently working with about two hundred bandits in Yuci's village, so busy that his feet cannot touch the ground.

Xiao Ba came to Xin You with a bunch of oil paper bags and said with a smile: "Sixth brother sent someone to bring you moon cakes."

Xin You then remembered that tomorrow is August 15th.

“Xiaoba, please go back to the farm today and come back after the Mid-Autumn Festival.”

Xiaoba didn’t even think about refusing: “My little companion is here.”

There are about two hundred brothers, and he is the only one who can accompany the young master to the imperial mausoleum. He went back because he was stupid.

 He will be the second most respected person by the prince!

Seeing Xiaoba’s insistence, Xinyou said no more. Just thinking about the day when her family will be reunited tomorrow is no different from usual for her.

Everything was calm on Xinyou's side, but there was a commotion in Shaoqing's house.

The Imperial College gave the students a day off for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Duan Yunlang returned home from school on August 14. After dinner, he suddenly said: "Grandma, uncle, I have something to say."

 (End of this chapter)