The Regent's Tender Darling

A mourning hall had been set up in the middle hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Lin Jiaojiao found Yan Sihan among the mourners at a glance.

"Why are you here?" Yan Sihan held her hand. It was obvious that he was surprised to see her here.

Lin Jiaojiao first cast her gaze on the mourning hall, and then looked at Yan Sihan, with worry in her eyes, she said: "Yan Sihan."

Just by changing his name, he knew what she meant.

He gently patted the back of her hand and said: "The Prime Minister is getting old. Last night, he drank with Gu Shangshu and got drunk. God and manpower can't save it."

"Drunk?" Lin Jiaojiao became confused for a moment.

But since Yan Sihan said so, then there must be no problem with Prime Minister Mu's death, so he asked: "What about Gu Shangshu?"

"No problem, I've sent someone to look back at the mansion."

Lin Jiaojiao nodded, then remembered that Prime Minister Mu's son was in Yue Kingdom, and she asked, "How will the Prime Minister's funeral be handled?"

"It is not Danan's turn to handle Prime Minister Mu's funeral. I have already sent a message to the State of Yue. I believe someone should come to take care of Prime Minister Mu's funeral soon."

Then he looked at the mourning hall and continued: "Da Nan only needs to preserve Prime Minister Mu's body, and then let Danan's courtiers come to pay their respects. Prime Minister Mu has made a lifetime contribution to Danan and deserves respect."

"Yes." Lin Jiaojiao nodded. She could hear Yan Sihan's respect for Prime Minister Mu from his tone.

A prime minister who has been taking care of Danan all her life cannot rest even when she is old. To be honest, she feels very uncomfortable.

After she went to express her condolences, Yan Sihan took her to see the person who was originally hanging

A painting in the main hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It is a very artistic landscape painting. The mountains are as majestic as dragons, the water is as soft as the spring sun, the boat is sailing in the misty rain, and the old man is fishing. It is numerous but not chaotic or complicated.

The signature of this painting is Liu Shan.

It was obvious that nothing could be discerned from just looking at a painting. She looked at Yan Sihan and asked, "Your Majesty, are there any clues?"

"The old man who served in the Prime Minister's Mansion said that this painting was hung here when the Prime Minister's Mansion was first built, and he has no way of knowing who signed it." Yan Sihan said solemnly.

Just as he was talking, news came from outside that the young emperor Yan Anzhi was also coming to mourn Prime Minister Mu.

Seeing this, she had no intention of staying here. Before leaving, Yan Sihan told her that he would send someone to keep Prime Minister Mu's body safe until someone from Yue came to pick it up.

…

---at the same time.

Lin Mansion.

Lin Zhengyang had just returned from mourning Prime Minister Mu. He raised his head and glanced at the plaque of the Lin Mansion, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Originally, the gate of Lin Mansion should have been hung with a white mourning hanging, but it had been removed long ago, and his wife Shen was also hastily buried.

After entering the mansion and returning to the main courtyard, he knew there was someone inside by looking at the people standing at the door of the study.

The straightened spine was instantly shaved off by more than half. After entering the room, the person sitting behind the desk was Princess Duan Lin Qinghua.

"Father is back?" Lin Qinghua's voice sounded extremely cold, and her pretty face lost the respect it had for Lin Zhengyang's father.

Lin Zhengyang bowed his hands to Lin Qinghua: "Princess Duan."

"I, the princess, will go back today. Father, please be prepared."

Lin Zhengyang suddenly raised his head, with a trace of doubt in his eyes and his mouth slightly opened.

Then the doubt completely dissipated in his eyes, his expression returned to normal, and he respectfully responded: "Yes."