Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1209 Guilty Conscience

Chapter 1209: Chapter 1209 Guilty Conscience

It was as if a sinister and venomous gaze pierced straight through.

Xuexue, who had just instructed the servant to buy a coffin, seemed to sense something. She turned around, only to lock eyes with Situtu Qinger...

A guilty Situtu Qinger immediately lowered her head, not daring to meet Xuexue’s gaze.

Auntie Tang’s body was still warm, and their grandfather had just been injured and brought back to Prince Pu’s Mansion. The siblings were now orphans, with no one to rely on, completely no match for Xuexue, who held the financial power. Better to keep a low profile and wait for the day when she could cling to the Fourth Prince’s powerful tree, and then it wouldn’t be too late to deal with Situtu Xueer.

Xuexue glanced at her, then turned her head away.

She knew very well that Situtu Qinger hated her; that same thousand-and-one cuts torture from the previous life haunted her nightly dreams.

Her daughter’s piercing cries filled her every nerve. If not for her lack of strength, she would have wanted nothing more than to kill every one of her enemies without regard for the consequences.

"Zhang Ruixuan, Situtu Qinger, you pair of scoundrels, you’ll never have a good life in this lifetime," Xuexue silently vowed in her heart.

The next day.

Early in the morning, at the gates of the General’s Mansion, the sound of firecrackers and the Copper Gong continuously echoed.

All of this seemed to tell the people that today was Auntie Tang’s funeral day...

Situtu Qinger and her three siblings wore white mourning clothes, with mourning sashes tied around their waists, and white hemp-made hats on their heads, walking behind the coffin.

Situ Zhi walked in the middle with a blank expression.

The entire funeral procession was quiet, save for the sound of the Copper Gong and firecrackers, with no sound of crying.

The onlookers on the streets pointed at Situtu Qinger and her siblings, whispering...

"What a sin! Auntie Tang has passed away, and yet no one wails for her..."

"That’s right, looking at the Little Young Master behaving like a loafer usually, roaming around the Capital with his servants. One thought it was just childish behavior, but who’d have thought his mother died and he didn’t even utter a cry."

The custom of the day is that mourners’ families, if they have sons, must wail for the deceased. If there are no sons, others would scold them for having no heir, saying ’not even someone to send off at death’; that’s where this saying comes from.

Surrounding discussions rose and fell.

Situ Dieer heard and kept it in her heart. Just then, she stood to the right of Situ Zhi, and so she reached out to gently tug on his sleeve.

"Zhizhi, why don’t you cry a bit."

"Third sister, I can’t cry."

Situ Zhi also heard the surrounding discussions. Usually, he strutted around the Capital with his entourage, and now being made to wail in public was a loss of face he couldn’t bear.

Situtu Qinger, on the left, heard it and, under the cover of her wide sleeves, slightly bent down, reaching out to give a fierce twist to Situ Zhi’s waist...

"Ah...!"

Situ Zhi cried out in pain, unable to help it. Luckily, the sound of firecrackers erupted just then, covering his scream.

"Big sister, why did you pinch me?" Situ Zhi, somewhat embarrassed and angry, thought that with their mother barely cold in her grave, his second sister was already bullying him.

"It’s for your own good!" Situtu Qinger replied dismissively, her head bowed.

Situ Zhi’s tears were tearing up from the pain, his voice quivering as he cried: "Is this how you treat someone well? Pinching me almost to death."

As he said this, tears streamed down his face, and at a glance, he looked quite heartbroken.

At this moment, the onlooking crowd seemed to have discovered a major news piece: "Oh my! Look, the Little Young Master is finally crying."

"Yes! Yes! After all, it’s the death of his own mother. No offspring, however spoiled, can escape sadness and grief."

The conversation shifted, as if they forgot what they had said earlier, and they all began to speak up for Situ Zhi.