My Empress is My Bad Girl

"what?"

Yun Wu was startled, and stood up subconsciously, "When? What's the matter?"

The maid shook her head: "Just now, Aunt Xiuzhu sent a letter to say that she wanted to wake up the master, but found out..."

Yun Wu was dazed.

She sat down slowly, was silent for a long time, and slowly said, "You die, and you can save yourself later. Let everyone suffer, and let him suffer. Let me change my clothes first."

She changed her clothes methodically, cleaned her face, combed her hair, and drank some porridge before heading to the front yard.

The Wei family’s son, daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter have already stood in the courtyard.

The eldest son, Wei Shicheng, saw his mother with red eyes and said, "Mother's Day is sad."

"Um."

Yun Wu was very calm, "Just send out the funeral, the notice of the notice, it should be done, but there is no need to be extravagant and wasteful. You need to go to the account to withdraw the money you need."

"Yes, my son understands."

Seeing that his mother was so calm and calm, Wei Shicheng slowly calmed down, turned around and called his two grown younger brothers to discuss various reasons for the funeral.

Wei Donglai has been ill for many years. As the saying goes, there is no filial son before the bed for a long time. Besides, he has been so confused that he doesn't know anyone most of the time. For his children and grandchildren, going there is also a relief.

Crying is true, and sadness is not necessarily false.

But it's only that.

Except for Xiuzhu's kneeling and crying in front of the bed, there was no panic or sorrow for the others.

As for Xiuzhu, it is unclear whether she is crying for the death of her master, or crying for her loss of support and a bewildered future.

Yun Wu was in no mood to care about her.

She came over and took a look, and saw Wei Donglai's face calm when she died, knowing that he hadn't suffered much.

This is also a good end.

Better than many people.

Sister Ying received the news and led the children to hurried over. When she saw her mother, she came up to help her: "Mother, don't be uncomfortable, we still have everything."

Yun Wu said indifferently: "What is so sad about me. Wei Donglai is not a bastard, and he can live for thousands of eight hundred years? He is always going to die. He is like that. It's better to get rid of him."

Sister Ying originally thought that her mother would be so sad that she would break down, but she didn't expect her to be so calm and even a little cold in what she said.

She was surprised: "Mother, why did you think that you opened it like this?"

"Xu is getting older, getting older, and his heart hardened." Yun Wu walked out slowly, leaving behind the noisy, hustle and crying in the yard.

Sister Ying held her and spoke softly.

"Your father is dead, but you don't have a tear." Yun Wu said to her.

"My tears were gone while Dad was alive." Sister Ying smiled bitterly.

Wei Donglai has been ill for the past few years. She has often come to visit, but every time she comes, she will be scolded with **** heads, smiling and crying.

People's hearts are grown in flesh, just once or twice. For several years in a row, who can stand it.

No matter how deep the family affection is, it can't help being so much.

What's more, Wei Donglai has always favored the concubine's concubine, and her heart has faded a long time ago.

"What will my mother do with the things Dad left behind?" she asked.

"You children are equally divided." Yun Wu said, "It doesn't matter what you are born out of, whether you are a son or a daughter, one is counted as one, and the split is equal. No one has anything to say."

Sister Ying said: "Although this is good, but if you want to talk, you still have to say. Those who have come out will want to say that they have no household routines, unlike Cheng, who are officials in the imperial court and have land shops. I'm in charge of the house."