After nightfall, the people who came to worship temporarily ended, and the monks and Taoist priests also went down to rest. The mourning hall was left with only two aunts and a few trusted servants.

  Lin Qingwan took a look at Lin Yuhong's pale face and stood up to leave.

  Bai Mei and Bai Feng hastily followed up, Lin Qingyuan leaned on the door frame and said: "You discuss with Ying Yan and Bi Rong, leave two people behind, the rest go to rest, come back early tomorrow to serve."

  Bai Mei and Bai Feng exchanged a glance, responding in low voices.

  "Go to the kitchen and get a bowl of mutton milk, let them cook porridge with vegetables, keep it warm, my sister and I will use it tonight." The five-day funeral had made Lin Qingyuan's face pale, but compared to Lin Yuhong who was almost fainting from crying, she was much better.

  She sat back down on the mat in front of the coffin, laid Lin Yuhong's numb knees on her legs and said to his dull eyes: "Take a nap, Xiaojie will call you when it's time to add oil."

  Lin Yuhbin moved his lips, but in the end didn't say a word, only closing his eyes and furrowing his brow tightly.

  Lin Qingwan knew she wasn't asleep, her eyelids kept trembling, and a moment later, footsteps sounded outside, Lin Qingwan looked over in the direction of the sound.

  Shang Mingjie carefully carried the sheep's milk and walked in, his footsteps paused for a moment under Lin Qingwan's gaze, and he called out "Aunt Lin" with a flattering tone.

  Seeing that he had lost a lot of weight and his face was somewhat pale, Lin Qingwen withdrew her gaze and pointed to the small low table beside her: "Move it over here."

  The remaining reflection of the goose immediately stepped forward and took over Shang Mingjie's bowl, letting him move the low table over before putting the bowl down.

  Lin Yuhbin has opened his eyes, crawled up and sat properly, silently looking at Shang Mingjie and Xiaogu.

  Lin Qingwan stirred the thick and creamy mutton milk and handed it to Lin Yuhong, saying: "Drink it all."

  Lin Yuhu furrowed his brow, and Shang Mingjie whispered, "Sister, just listen to Aunt Lin, at least let Uncle rest assured."

  Lin Yuhuan's eyes were red-rimmed, and he silently took the bowl. Even if it was nauseating, he slowly drank it all down. Lin Qingwen let out a sigh of relief, nodded to Shang Mingjie, "You go rest now, tomorrow there will still be many people coming to pay their respects."

  Shang Mingjie looked at Lin Yuhong with a worried expression and hesitated, unwilling to leave.

  After a while, he said with a sigh: "Aunt Lin, Uncle has always taken care of me. Why don't I stay tonight and keep vigil too?"

  Lin Qingwan looked at him for half a moment, her eyes scanning to Lin Jiang sitting on the coffin, and finally pointed to the mat in front of her: "Then you go."

  Shang Mingjie immediately went to the opposite side and knelt down, first burning a paper money for his uncle.

  Perhaps it was the effect of that bowl of goat's milk, but Lin Yubin's pale face finally began to regain some color, no longer as deathly pale as before.

  In this era, funeral etiquette was very strict. As Lin Jiang's only daughter, Lin Yuhong had to keep watch at night.

  Of course, she had to go down to sleep, leaving only people to watch the Longming lamp, but Lin Qingwan felt that she would definitely not go down, so she didn't bother to persuade her.

  Anyway, there is a mat in front of the coffin. Now it's early autumn, and Yangzhou's weather isn't cold. Sleeping on the mat with a quilt can get by.

  Lin Qingwan didn't leave either, watching Lin Yuhong and Shang Mingjie work together to add oil to the lamp in front of the coffin, then let Yingyan go bring up the vegetable porridge.

  She said to the two children: "I haven't eaten anything for half a day, you accompany me to eat some."

  Just as Lin Yuhbin was about to say that he had no appetite, he quietly picked up his bowl and forced himself to eat half of it.

  Lin Qingwan didn't let Lin Yuhong continue to kneel, but instead roughly pressed her down onto the mat, her face sinking as she said: "If you fall ill, then I'll not only have to handle your father's funeral arrangements, but also take care of you. A younger sister isn't made of iron."

  Lin Yuhong could only lie down.

  Lin Qingwan's hand gently patted her back, and like the previous few nights, her eyes grew heavier and heavier, slowly falling asleep.

  The opposite Shang Ming Jie also let out a sigh of relief and lay down on the mat to sleep, but he didn't sleep very soundly. Every now and then, he would wake up to check on the lamp and burn incense and paper money for his uncle.

  Lin Qingwan opened her eyes and woke up several times, but later she simply didn't wake up again, letting Shang Mingjie take care of everything.

  The next day, Lin Yuhbin woke up with a sense of regret all over her face. She had actually slept so soundly that she not only missed the time to watch the lanterns but also the midnight oil addition.

  Shang Mingjie's eyes were sunken with dark circles, but he looked very satisfied and said to Lin Yuhong: "Cousin, I'll come again tomorrow night to keep vigil, don't worry."

  Lin Yuhong glared at him: "What am I worried about? What else can I be worried about now?"

  Shang Mingjie opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "You go wash up, and have something to eat with Lin Auntie, the guests will arrive soon."

  Lin Yuhuan pouted and followed Lin Qingyuan to the backyard with a gloomy face. Seeing her dejected, Lin Qingyuan touched her head and said, "That's your father being heartbroken for you, which is why he let you sleep in. Don't overthink it."

  Lin Yuhbin thought Xiao Gu was just comforting herself and remained self-reproachful.

  As a daughter, how can she sleep like a dead pig when keeping vigil for her father?

  Lin Jiang also belatedly realized that he had made a mistake, looking at his self-reproaching daughter, he couldn't help but touch his nose, and repeatedly bowed to Lin Qingyuan, hoping she could think of a way to comfort their daughter.

  Lin Qingwan rolled her eyes at him.

  Lin Yuhong looked up and saw that she was stiff, looking in the direction where her younger sister had just rolled her eyes, seeing that it was empty and there was nothing.

  Her gaze paused, her eyes slightly widened, and she quickly withdrew her gaze when Xiaojie looked over. Except for Bai Weng, who was idly watching from the side, no one noticed Lin Yubin's abnormality.

  Bai Weng thought for a moment and still didn't say anything, he was afraid of being struck by lightning, it must be so.

  Lin Jiang continued to gaze at his daughter with a loving and concerned look, while Lin Qingwen walked forward, took her hand and continued walking towards the backyard, "Let's get washed up first, our guests will be arriving soon."

  Lin Yuhong quietly followed up.

  The news of Lin Jiang's death spread into the capital at the fastest speed, and after the emperor pondered for half a night, he gave Lin Jiang a posthumous title - Wen Zheng!

  The highest honor among civil officials and the entire bureaucracy, only one person has received this posthumous title since the founding of Da Liang, namely Lin Gong's grandfather Lin Yu.

  He made great contributions to the country, so the emperor gave it willingly, and the ministers did not object. Lin Jiang's merits were far inferior to those of his grandfather, yet he also received this posthumous title, and the ministers fell silent for a moment.

  But thinking of the property he donated, such courage and mentality are something that the vast majority of people cannot come up with, so everyone can't oppose it either, and can only default to it.

  The imperial edict conferring the posthumous title was quickly sent to Yangzhou, and on the sixth day after Lin's death, in the afternoon, a Ministry of Rites official carrying the edict rode into the city on horseback and rushed to Lin's residence to proclaim the edict.

  Lin Jiang was posthumously honored with the title of Wen Zheng!

  Lin Qingwan took the imperial edict on behalf of the Lin family and asked the officials from the Ministry of Rites and the accompanying guards to take a rest. Looking at their slightly parted legs and trembling feet, she couldn't help but sigh, "Being an official isn't that easy either."

  Lin Jiang nodded sympathetically, he had experienced such days before. In order to rush for time, they had to travel overnight, usually changing horses but not people. After a few days, the lighter ones would have sore legs and be unable to stand steadily, while the more severe cases couldn't even sit down.

  Many people who delivered urgent documents or military information during wartime died suddenly on the road or at their destination.

  Lin Qingwan listened to Lin Jiang's murmurs and thought for a moment before letting Dr. Xu go to the guest house to take a look, after all, it was for Lin Jiang's sake.

  The officials of the Ministry of Rites and several guards were examined by Xu Dafu one by one, and finally left after leaving a few medical prescriptions and a few bottles of wound medicine.

  The head of the Ministry of Rites officials couldn't help but sigh, "I often hear people say that working with Lord Lin is like a spring breeze, now it seems not at all false. From the way his family members behave, one can see how thoughtful Lord Lin is."

  The several attendants who followed nodded in agreement, yes, they had also escorted the masters of various departments on business trips, but few were as comfortable and considerate as the Lin family, neither fawning nor neglectful.

  Lin Qingwan put the imperial edict into the ancestral hall and said to Lin Jiang standing beside her, "You didn't expect to get this posthumous title either, did you?"

  "I thought I would get the posthumous title of 'Wen Zhong' just like my father." Lin Jiang's mouth curled up slightly, "Everything is different now, and it's all developing in a good direction, thank you, Miss Lin."

  Lin Qingwan's mouth slightly curved upwards as she softly said, "It will be better later on, just you wait and see."

  The white-haired old man standing quietly behind the two saw a fleeting shadow at the door and remained silent, still not speaking.

  Hmph, he's just afraid of being struck by lightning, it's not because the Upper Immortal and Lin Qingyu saw him get struck by lightning last time and didn't save him.

  Lin Yuhbin nervously clutched her handkerchief, turned the corner and bumped into Shang Mingjie. She was startled, covered her chest and took two steps back.

  Shang Mingjie saw her face turn white and hastily stepped forward two steps, "Cousin, what's wrong with you? Did I bump into you?"

  Lin Yuhu covered his chest, feeling the heart that had almost jumped out of his chest slowly calm down, and only then did he scold: "Are you in a hurry to reincarnate, why are you walking so fast?"

  "It's my second uncle who came, he pulled my big brother to go and do something, the front yard is a bit busy, so I came to find Lin aunt to discuss... Cousin, why are you in such a hurry to go? Your face is so pale, aren't you feeling well?"

  Lin Yuhong opened his mouth, remembered his father's reminder, and finally closed his mouth tightly: "I'm not uncomfortable, I just thought that there was no one in the mourning hall, so I hurried to take a look."

  Shang Mingjie thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you there."

  Lin Yuhu thought of his little sister still in the ancestral hall and didn't want Shang Mingjie to find her, so he nodded and said, "Let's go."

  Shang Mingjie happily sent Lin Yuhong back to the mourning hall.

  Lin Qingwan felt that Lin Yuhuan had been much more obedient over the past two days. She would rest when told to, eat when told to, and her appetite had also improved somewhat, unlike before when she would occasionally vomit even if she forced herself to swallow.

  Lin Qing was delighted in her heart, her main task was to raise Lin Yubin, she could eat and sleep well to grow up healthily.

  Seeing Xiao Jie become happy, Lin Yubin also slightly let out a breath of relief. Her gaze couldn't help but wander around, not knowing if her father was watching her from the side.

  Lin Jiang is indeed here, but after today's midnight he must leave.

  His soul is too powerful, staying in this world has a great impact on it, if he doesn't leave soon, the heavens will strike with thunder.

  So he can also live up to seventy years old.