Fu Ying hastily had breakfast and went out to handle the funeral affairs of Old Madam Fu.
Qin Wanyang was not disturbed in the least, still leisurely sipping her porridge, and said to Fu Yisheng, "It's early in the morning, you go back upstairs and keep Qingqing company. Once Qingqing wakes up, you two can come down and eat together. As for the old lady's matters, you're newlyweds; you don't need to deal with that."
The wedding isn't considered finished until they return to the bride's home.
Of all times to die, she had to do it during her son's wedding period, which really brings bad luck.
Fu Yisheng hummed in agreement and went straight back to the room.
Lu Qingqing was wrapped in a large red dragon and phoenix quilt, her seaweed-like black hair scattered on the pillow, eyes tightly closed, lashes like fans, sleeping soundly. Her cheeks were pink and her lips rosy, like a freshly blooming rose, delicate and beautiful.
Fu Yisheng kissed her once, and then lay down beside her.
