The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

The Jiang family, which had a small population, quickly became lively.

On the second day, he served tea to the Xia family.

Jiang huailu thought that her father’s spirit was still around, so she urged her brother to bring her sister-in-law to offer incense to the Jiang family’s ancestors.

Wen ruyin’s face was flushed red as she followed Jiang Huai ‘an.

The servant girl behind him carried candles and paper money, as well as the old master’s favorite dishes and wine.

Jiang Huaian held his wife’s hand and knelt in front of his grandfather’s grave. “Grandfather, Huai ‘an has already become the top scorer and married a beautiful wife. Now that the Jiang family is thriving, Huai ‘an will definitely live up to grandfather’s expectations and restore the Jiang family to its former glory.”

Wen ruyin and Jiang Huai ‘an looked at each other, their faces turning red.

“Grandfather, ruyin and Huai ‘an will definitely support each other and support the Jiang family.” The two of them raised their wine glasses and toasted the old man.

When it was Lulu’s turn, the little girl squatted in front of the gravestone.

“Sigh, it’s a pity for big brother and sister-in-law.”

“Everyone in the capital says that eldest brother is a genius, but it’s a pity that the family is holding you back. Otherwise, eldest brother would have been the world’s famous scholar after winning three Yuan in a row and being the youngest top scholar. AI, this can’t be blamed on father and second uncle. It’s only big brother and sister-in-law’s fault for not having good fortune.”

“There’s also the pitiful Huai Lin. He’s just a pitiful worm who’s living under someone else’s roof from a pampered young master. They can only blame their bad luck.”

“Grandfather, if you have a spirit in heaven, please don’t hit father and second uncle. They didn’t do it on purpose. It was nothing more than destroying the Jiang family’s hundred-year-old Foundation, but at least they still had two lives left. At least it wasn’t extinct, so it was still good. Grandfather, don’t be angry. Besides, even though the people of the capital are scolding the two wastrels of the Jiang family for bringing harm to the family, at least none of them are scolding you, grandfather, so don’t worry.”

don’t ever hit me with a willow branch. Hitting a ghost with a willow branch will hurt you to the bone.

Lulu advised her kindly as he broke a willow branch that was about to fall to the ground.

He threw it into the Brazier.

Jiang Huai ‘an’s eyelids twitched. If his grandfather was really watching from the heavens, his father and second uncle would probably have to die again.

The group of people got up and prepared to return to the capital, only to find that there was a funeral today, and a lot of paper money had been scattered on the road.

“Let’s avoid this formation first.” He happened to see the crowd holding the coffins and coming over to bury them.

The sound of wind blowing was deafening. Lulu looked up and realized that it was the people from fusang.

“Who’s buried here?” Lulu tugged at his brother’s sleeve.

“It’s the fusang Crown Princess Consort,” Jiang Huai ‘an said with a frown. It’s Princess Jinghong.” Afraid that Lulu did not know, she explained in another way.

“Princess Jing Hong was rumored to be pregnant with a freak, and his Majesty ended her life with his own hands. For some unknown reason, he had also killed the Prince of fusang. Now that fusang had come to seek justice, the Emperor opposed sending troops to them. Fu sang only managed to retrieve the Crown Prince’s corpse, but Princess Jing Hong was left behind.”

“Now it’s just a matter that has been hastily buried.”

Lulu looked at the coffin and pursed his lips.

Lu Jinghong’s name had also disappeared from the book of life and death.

Her soul had never reported to the hall of salvation, as if this person had never existed in the world.

Just like the late Emperor.

Lulu took a deep breath and looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

Lulu took out a bottle of needlework after they returned to the Jiang family’s house.

She awkwardly embroidered a handkerchief for Lu huaijiang. The stitches were all wrong, and there was even a small grass embroidered on it.

“Big brother, help me give this to Her Majesty.” Lulu’s finger was bleeding as she carefully handed it to Jiang Huai ‘an, who was about to go to court.

Jiang Huai ‘an knew that his sister had lived in the palace for a few years and had a deep relationship with the Emperor.

At this moment, he didn’t think too much about it and just kept it.