Yue'er, a newborn calf, is not afraid of tigers. She nodded repeatedly, "I dare! What can I not dare when my mother is here?"
Wen Jin smiled slightly and held her daughter tightly in her arms...
It wouldn't be a lie to say that she just learned it...the talismans and spells were all poured into her mind on their own.
And after trying it several times, she found that it was not awkward and the application was smooth... It was like she had practiced it countless times subconsciously.
Although this instant transfer technique consumes a lot of energy, it is more convenient.
"Hoo..."
The strong wind blowing against her face, the momentary dizziness in front of her eyes... Yue'er, who said she was "not afraid of anything", could not help but hug her mother's neck tightly.
"Well, Yue'er isn't afraid! She's not afraid of anything!" She hugged Wen Jin's neck tightly and whispered to herself to comfort herself.
But Wen Jin couldn't help but froze.
"Yue'er..." She called her daughter with obvious trembling in her voice.
"It's okay, Queen Mother, it doesn't matter if you fail!" Yue'er patted her back gently, "Yue'er won't laugh at you!"
Saying that, Yue'er opened her eyes.
The sight of white flowers and white silk, the solemn and heavy atmosphere, almost made her scream out in shock.
"What...what does this mean?" Yue'er asked Wen Jin in a daze, "Why are there so many white silks hanging everywhere? Why are they all crying?"
Yue'er hugged Wen Jin's neck and looked at her mother in horror, as if what she was afraid of was false, and there was still a chance.
Wen Jin had difficulty breathing and her steps were heavy. Her throat was dry and astringent, and she couldn't say a word.
"No, if it is true that... Han Xian has done such a big thing, he will definitely tell the palace first."
Wen Jin murmured in his heart, "The palace didn't get the letter... so it must be a misunderstanding. Or someone else in Han Xian's house..."
At this time, among the people who came to express their condolences, some old acquaintances saw Wen Jin and her daughter and hurriedly came up to greet them.
"Empress..." Que Ling and Jiang Shuo came to Wen Jin.
Que Ling's eyes were red, and Jiang Shuo's face was sullen, but he hesitated to speak.
Wen Jin wanted to ask something, but felt that his throat was extremely dry and hoarse.
Yue'er asked in a low voice, "Uncle, aunt, Mr. Han, he will be fine, right? My brother and I have not received any news..."
Que Ling was originally a tomboy, but since marrying Jiang Shuo, her temperament seems to have become softer.
Hearing Yue'er's soft voice full of hope...she couldn't hold back and started to cry.
Jiang Shuo gently took her into his arms.
"What happened in the early hours of this morning... At dawn, people were ordered to enter the palace to report a message to the emperor..." Jiang Shuo's voice was low and hoarse, with a heavy expression. "Taifu Han has always told me that if he leaves, no big deal will be done."
"He said he could find a quiet mountain and bury him..."
As Jiang Shuo spoke, his eyes became even redder.
"Mother...if you come back early, maybe Taifu Han won't..." Que Ling couldn't help but sob.
Jiang Shuo used force in his hands and squeezed her shoulders.
Que Ling realized that she had made a mistake and shed more tears.
Yue'er realized from her stupor that in just a short period of time, she suddenly lost two masters, two elders who were the closest relatives to her except her parents... She hugged Wen Jin's neck tightly and burst into tears.
"Have you been buried? I want to see my senior brother." Wen Jin whispered.
Jiang Shuo cupped his hands and said, "We have not yet been enshrined. Everyone promised Han Taifu not to do anything about it, but people close to him, as if they had a premonition, all came together today..."
"The emperor also asked someone to deliver a message and asked him to wait for him. He will come today too."
While Jiang Shuo was talking, there was a lot of movement on the main road of the courtyard.
Wen Jin and Yue'er appeared suddenly. To avoid scaring people, she specially chose a quiet place where there was no one, and the location was slightly off.
Que Lingxu came to a place with few people and wanted to cry loudly, and then she discovered Wen Jin and her daughter.
Jiang Shuo glanced towards the crowded place and said, "The emperor is here."
"Let's go too..." Wen Jin took a deep breath to adjust his mood.
Yu'er was about to take a last look at Han Xian when she saw her mother holding her sister and walking from the side path.
Yu'er was slightly startled, "The queen is here too?"
He got the news this morning and asked someone to report it to Renhe Palace. The palace official reported back that the Queen Mother and the little princess were not in Renhe Palace.
Unexpectedly, Wen Jin was already here.
Wen Jin nodded, feeling his throat was dry and unable to say anything.
She thought...after meeting Han Xian, should she tell Yu'er that Zhou Lingfeng was no longer here?
There were so many people here with Han Xian... but Zhou Lingfeng was lonely and left suddenly.
Wen Jin felt very sad.
Yu'er winked and asked the palace maid to hug Yue'er.
Yue'er understood what her brother meant and hugged Wen Jin's neck, "I won't leave, let's go together!"
"That's all, take her there." Wen Jin also hugged her daughter and did not let go.
She can understand Yu'er's desire to protect her sister.
But sometimes, hiding isn’t the best way to protect your children…
Yu'er sighed and took the lead into Taifu Han's room.
Han Xian was lying on the bed, it didn't look like he had left, it looked more like he was asleep.
His expression was calm, and the curvature of his eyes and brows were very gentle.
"Taifu?" Yu'er seemed to be confused by his peaceful demeanor, and she couldn't help but call him.
This call full of master-disciple friendship made everyone inside and outside the room cry.
Yue'er also lay on Wen Jin's shoulder, sobbing quietly.
Wen Jin couldn't help but frowned, "That's wrong..."
She squatted down and put Yue'er on the ground, pulled Han Xian's wrist straight and took a pulse on it.
His son, daughter, and people close to him standing in the room all looked at Wen Jin in shock.
Wen Jin felt Han Xian's pulse and then his paracarotid artery...
"Weird..." Wen Jin muttered.
Yu'er glanced at her mother suspiciously, "Mother, what's wrong?"
Wen Jin frowned and hesitated.
Yu'er looked back and saw that Que Ling, Jiang Shuo, Jiang Qian and others standing in the room were all people close to them.
There was only one woman who looked quite mature and still had some charm, and she looked unfamiliar.
Yu'er raised her chin towards her and signaled to the bodyguard, "If no one has any business, please go out and close the door."
The personal guard stepped forward and asked the woman to come out.
The woman's face was startled, "The slave family, the slave family can't go out! Madam! It's the slave family! Have you forgotten the slave family? The slave family is Xiaohong!"
Wen Jin turned around when he heard the sound and saw Xiao Hong.
Xiaohong cried for an unknown amount of time. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts and her nose was red.
There was a jade plaque hanging on her waist, which belonged to Han Xian.
Wen Jin raised his eyebrows and said, "Let her stay."
Yu'er's personal guards retreated and closed the door.
"What did the Queen Mother discover?" Yu'er asked.
Wen Jin muttered for a moment, "Looking at senior brother's face, his lifespan should not be over, but if he feels his pulse, he is indeed not alive...so I find it strange."
Yu'er's eyes widened and she looked at Wen Jin in astonishment, "When did the Queen Mother know how to read faces? Can she still tell a person's lifespan?"
The corners of Wen Jin's mouth twitched...just now.
Moreover, it happened inexplicably. I don’t know who learned it for her.
But now in front of so many people, can she say that?
The key is, if she says it, can they believe it?
"Don't worry about when I will do it... I mean, Han Xian can still be saved, I want to try to save him!" Wen Jin said firmly.
This time, Yu'er was not the only one surprised.
Everyone in the room took a breath.
