When Song Yirou died, the only person who was sad was Mrs. Song Er. Mr. Song Er was heartless and he didn't value this daughter to begin with.

As long as he has wine to drink, he doesn't even want to work in the Yamen.

Mrs. Song is thankful that the Song family will be free from this scourge and will be able to live in peace in the future.

Because Song Yirou died giving birth to a child, this was considered a violent death in Da Qin and could not be left unexplained. The funeral would take place in three days.

Mrs. Song Er was not happy and threw herself on the coffin and cried loudly, "Rou'er, my Rou'er! You are so cruel, letting me, a white-haired person, give you, a black-haired person."

Her commotion put the coffin-carrying men in a difficult position. According to custom, the coffin was lifted until it was buried. During this period, it was best not to fall to the ground, as falling to the ground would make the host's family uneasy.

"Pull the second wife away from me," Mrs. Song said sternly.

If the old lady hadn't been around, Mrs. Song would have wanted to separate the family a long time ago. Song Yirou is such a bastard because of her sister-in-law's connivance.

Mrs. Song Er screamed, struggled, and refused to leave.

"Rou'er has passed away. What are you trying to do by making such a fuss to prevent her from being laid to rest?" Mrs. Song couldn't figure out Mrs. Song's intention of making such a fuss and asked directly.

"My Rou'er, my Rou'er, if you leave like this, mother doesn't want to live anymore." Mrs. Song Er cried and said nothing.

If you don’t want to live, just die!

You can hang yourself, jump into a river, or touch the coffin and die.

Mrs. Song glared at Mrs. Song fiercely. This sister-in-law would always talk about him like this.

Although she wished she could let Mrs. Song Er die, she couldn't say that. She had to persuade her patiently, "Sister-in-law, Rou'er is no longer here. Just let her go in peace."

"The weather is getting hotter, and this coffin can't be stored for long."

"Let Rou'er rest in peace as soon as possible, so that she can enter reincarnation earlier and be reborn in a good pregnancy."

"Brother and sister, although Rou'er cannot be buried in the ancestral grave of the Song family, the land chosen by my husband is also a treasure of Feng Shui."

The second Mrs. Song was still clogging the coffin and sobbing. What Mrs. Song said seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Brother and sister, do you really want to tell me how you want Rou'er to attend the funeral?" Mrs. Song asked with a frown.

Happy events have auspicious days and auspicious times, and funerals also have to be timed.

"Rou'er is alone in her grave. During the Qing Ming Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, there was no one to burn a piece of paper or stick an incense stick for her." Mrs. Song's second wife cried.

Mrs. Song asked with a cold face: "Brother and sister, do you want to adopt a child for Rou'er?"

"Sister-in-law, I beg you to fulfill my motherly heart." Mrs. Song Er looked at Mrs. Song with tears in her eyes.

Mrs. Song stared at her, "Who do you want to adopt?"

"Zhe'er." Mrs. Song Er said.

"This can't be done." Mrs. Song refused. Even though Song Zhe was just a concubine and was not favored in the big house, it would be too pitiful to adopt Song Yirou as an orphan without a father and mother.

The most important thing is that Mrs. Song does not believe that Mrs. Song will treat Song Zhe sincerely, and she is even more afraid that Mrs. Song will raise Song Zhe into a second Song Yirou.

Song Yirou is a woman, so the Song family can still handle the troubles that arise. But Song Zhe is a man, and if he becomes a disaster, the Song family is afraid of being destroyed.

"Sister-in-law, I beg you, please have mercy on me, have mercy on Rou'er." Mrs. Song Er begged.

Mrs. Song was unmoved, "Come here, the second wife is too sad and confused. Help her back to the yard and let her have a good rest."

After saying that, she personally led people to drag Mrs. Song away, and Song Yirou's coffin was successfully carried out of the house.

Mrs. Song did not issue a ban on this farce in the Song family. An hour later, every government in the city knew about it.

Everyone just thinks that Mrs. Song Er is really whimsical. Jiang Changning commented on this: "If you can raise someone with a brain problem like Song Yirou, her brain will not be very normal."

At this time, Xiao Ming'er's cry came from outside the house, "Mother concubine, mother concubine."

"Son, I'm in the study room." Jiang Changning responded in a loud voice.

Xiulan hurriedly went over and opened the curtain, "Little Prince."

"Thank you, Aunt Xiulan." Xiao Ming'er came in carrying a small straw cage, "Concubine, look at the cricket!"

"Where did this cricket come from?" Jiang Changning asked with a smile.

"I caught it under the corner," Xiao Ming'er said proudly.

"My son is so awesome." Jiang Changning looked at his dirty hands, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

Xiao Ming'er puffed out her chest and said, "I'm very powerful. I caught it in one go and gave it to my sister."

As he said that, he was going to touch his mother's belly with his dirty hands. Jiang Changning was so scared that he quickly grabbed his hand and said, "We are really good brothers tomorrow."

The little maid brought water in, Xiulan hurried over and picked up Xiao Ming'er, "Young prince, wash your hands clean before playing with the princess."

Because Xiao Ming'er insisted that the child in Jiang Changning's belly was his sister, everyone could only listen to him call the child in his belly the little princess.

Xiao Ming'er washed his hands, Xiulan took off his shoes for him, carried him onto the soft couch, let him sit next to Jiang Changning, and stuffed the small grass cage back into his hands.

"Son, do you know the scientific name of this cricket?"

"What is the scientific name?"

"Your nickname is Xiao Ming'er, and your given name is Helian Yuming. This scientific name is equivalent to your given name, and Cricket'er is your nickname." Jiang Changning explained in words he could understand.

"What's the scientific name of the cricket? Concubine, please tell me."

Jiang Changning smiled and said softly: "The scientific name of cricket is cricket. It also has many common names, including night bug, autumn insect, and weaving-promoting insect."

"I remember." Xiao Ming'er nodded.

"Then do you know what catching crickets is for?"

"Jump, it can jump." Xiao Ming'er raised the small grass cage.

As expected, the cricket was jumping inside, and it jumped quite high.

"This cricket is good at fighting. To catch a cricket, you don't want to watch it jump, but to watch two crickets fight."

"Then I'll catch another one and let them fight." Xiao Ming'er said and was about to get off the couch.

Xiulan quickly stepped forward and helped him put on his shoes.

Xiao Ming'er ran out anxiously, "Little cricket, little cricket, take me to the garden to catch crickets. I want to catch another one, and I want them to fight."

Xiulan followed him and shouted: "Little Prince, please slow down, don't fall."

"I won't fall." Xiao Ming'er ran towards the courtyard door.

Following to the gate of the courtyard, when he met King Jin who was coming back, he immediately stopped and put the hand holding the small grass cage behind his back, "My son, please pay my respects to my father."

"What are you holding in your hand?" King Jin asked.

Under the stern gaze of King Jin, Xiao Ming'er took out the small grass cage and said, "Father, these are crickets. I caught them in the garden. I caught them and gave them to my sister."

King Jin raised his lips and said, "Let's play for fun. Remember to memorize the book. Tomorrow, Mr. Li will give you a lesson. If you can't memorize it, you will be slapped on the hand."

He did not forbid his son to play during recess.

"I can memorize all the books and I won't be beaten."

"Okay, let's go play." King Jin sent his son away and went into the courtyard to find his princess.
Chapter completed!