Chapter 3 Funeral

On a spacious official road, a carter was driving a carriage forward with a horse.

Xi'er lifted the curtain to look outside, where there were green mountains, clear waters, and passersby.

When she saw someone, Xi'er couldn't help but take a few more glances. The woman was annoyed and said, "What are you looking at? Are you sick?"

Being scolded, Xi'er was not angry at all and giggled.

They finally came out!

They finally arrived at a crowded place!

Compared to Xi'er's excitement, Mingwu was much calmer. She leaned against the carriage and closed her eyes to rest.

Xi'er looked at her and couldn't hold back from speaking. She found a topic to chat about, "Miss, you can save that man. They want to take you to the capital together. Why did you say your medical skills are average and that you were deceiving that man before?"

Mingwu rubbed her wrist and said, "My wrist is injured. I can't use silver needles for ten days. It's useless for me to go with them."

Of course, this can only be considered as part of the reason.

After all, she was the legitimate daughter of the Dingbei Marquis's mansion. If she suddenly became highly skilled in medicine after falling off a cliff, no one would believe it. But Xi'er always thought she was bragging, not realizing the truth.

As for that man, he was severely injured and almost died. The person who injured him must be powerful. It's not good to provoke those people. She might not have a good ending.

The broken bones had been mended, and although his eyes were blind, she left a prescription in his pouch. There was no need to take unnecessary risks.

"When we return to the Dingbei Marquis's mansion, don't mention my medical skills," Mingwu cautioned.

"I will keep my mouth shut and not say a word," Xi'er replied.

Actually, even if she said it, no one would believe her. She didn't want anyone to flatter her.

As they entered the city, they headed straight to the Dingbei Marquis's mansion. However, the car broke down, so Mingwu and Xi'er had to walk back to the mansion.

Fortunately, it wasn't far, and Xi'er knew a shortcut. They would be back at the mansion in less than a quarter of an hour.

Xi'er was excited and danced with joy, while Mingwu's first action was to buy a few meat buns.

You can never imagine her and the maid eating meat buns as they walked through the alley, unexpectedly encountering a funeral procession, which scared the pallbearers so much that they dropped the coffin.

"Miss... Miss?"

"Xi'er?!"

The pallbearers widened their eyes, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

No wonder they were so shocked. They were arranging her funeral.

There couldn't be anything more unlucky than this.

They hurried back to the mansion, just in time for her own funeral...

But it was quite grand, with a large procession. However, Mingwu was not happy at all. So many people went out to look for them, and they didn't need to stay at the bottom of the cliff for so long.

What use was the posthumous glory?

She had no memory of these people, and she didn't know any of them. Even when her own father, the Dingbei Marquis, stood in front of her with tears in his eyes, she looked at him with a blank expression, thinking that this uncle was quite good-looking.

Xi'er tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Miss, it's your father."

Mingwu's face showed surprise. It turned out to be her father. Those two tears were quite sincere. Mingwu's indifferent gaze made the Dingbei Marquis's forehead furrow. "Mingwu doesn't recognize Daddy?"

Xi'er quickly explained for Mingwu, "The young lady fell off the cliff and injured her head. She doesn't remember anything from before."

The Dingbei Marquis's eyes showed a hint of pain. He reached out to touch Mingwu's head and choked up, "It's good to come back. It's good to be alive."

People were coming and going on the street, not a place for a conversation. Since his daughter had returned, there was no need for the funeral.

The Dingbei Marquis went back to the mansion first, and Mingwu almost ran to catch up. Xi'er had told her about the situation in the mansion before, so Mingwu didn't recognize the Dingbei Marquis earlier. Xi'er was afraid that she might call the wrong person again, so she reminded her.

Once inside, they saw a dignified and beautiful lady leaning against a large cushion. She had a pale face and swollen eyes, clearly in deep pain from losing her beloved daughter. She was the Dingbei Marquis's wife, Lady Su.

"Mingwu..."

A simple and gentle call made Mingwu's heart ache. Almost uncontrollably, she threw herself into her mother's arms and cried, "Mother."

This intense and deep affection was definitely not hers, but Lady Su's embrace felt just like her birth mother's (before the forced marriage), making her feel warm.

Lady Su held her daughter tightly, afraid that it was all a dream and that her daughter would disappear when she woke up.

The Dingbei Marquis saw that Mingwu was uncomfortable being held and said with a smile, "Mingwu's return is a good thing. Why are you crying like this?"

Lady Su let go of her embrace, tears blurring her eyes. She couldn't see her daughter clearly, so she quickly wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. She held Mingwu's hand tightly and looked at her clear and slender face. Lady Su knew that her daughter had suffered a lot, and although her appearance hadn't changed much, the light in her eyes was completely different.

Her eyes were as clear as a pool of water, with an indescribable clarity.

When she was a child, Wei Mingwu was clever and adorable, loved by everyone. But when she fell into the water at the age of eight and fell seriously ill, she wasn't as bright as before. She became more timid and afraid of strangers, and her eyes were like a lingering mist.

Lady Su noticed every little change in her daughter. She was overjoyed and excited, "Mingwu, are you better?"