"Prince, people from the Qin Mansion have come to offer condolences."
"Qin Mansion? Who?" Duan Huaijin appeared puzzled.
"It is Wang Yanran, the granddaughter-in-law of Minister Qin, and the cousin of the Princess Consort."
Duan Huaijin had some recollection of this name, one of the few who was reported to have treated Ye Qiu kindly in the past, and thus his face softened slightly: "Let her in."
Wang Yanran was waiting outside the Prince Wang Mansion, her complexion looking terrible, her eyes red as if she was about to collapse, supported by her husband Qin Ting, who looked worried.
"How could this happen? How could it be so sudden?" Wang Yanran murmured, "It must have been them, they must have wronged her again, made her sad, and that's why she left us so young."
"You shouldn't speculate wildly, getting too emotional isn't good for the baby in your belly." Qin Ting looked at her worriedly.
