Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 132: The Tenth Day_1

Even if her grandfather, father, uncles, and brothers were all buried, and the Bai family encountered a great calamity, her granddaughter could still hold onto her integrity, maintain her clarity and righteousness, and keep the bottom line of kindness! She embodied the integrity and toughness that were the fundamental principles of the Bai family.

The Eldest Princess felt both heartache and relief. Relief that even though she herself had bloody hands, Kid was not like that. Kid was the true descendant of the Bai family!

“Stand up now!” The Eldest Princess opened her eyes, looking fatigued. “Give this half-piece of Jade Pendant to Kid. From now on, I entrust the already trained secret guard to her!”

Nanny Jiang finally burst into tears of joy. “Yes! This old servant will definitely tell the Eldest Young Lady properly!”

“Tell Kid that after the funeral tomorrow, she can deal with the bastard however she wishes. I… won’t intervene anymore!” The Eldest Princess sighed long and deeply, her voice choked with bitterness. “Tell her not to hold a grudge against this grandmother of hers! I’m old and in many matters, have been blinded by blood ties and guilt.”

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At the hour of the ugly, Nanny Tong stepped into the room with small steps, bowed to Bai Qingyan, and said, “Eldest Young Lady, Nanny Jiang from the Eldest Princess’s side has come, saying she wants to see you.”

She gazed at Ji Tingyu, whose breathing had become steady on the bed, put down the warm hand stove, and said to Doctor Hong who was still guarding there, “Please look after Ji Tingyu. I’ll be right back!”

“Eldest Young Lady, take an hour’s rest! The funeral matters… there’s still a lot to do. Ji Tingyu’s condition is stable. I will definitely not let anything happen to him!”

She nodded, saluted, picked up the hand stove, draped her cloak, and walked out of the room where the fire was burning strong.

The cold wind hit her face. Seeing Nanny Jiang standing at the door, she clutched the hand stove tightly and stepped out.

“Eldest Young Lady…” Nanny Jiang approached, bowing, and tears began to flow.

“Nanny, say what you have to quickly. I’m very tired.” Her weak voice carried a hint of coldness, completely devoid of the usual affection she showed towards Nanny Jiang.

Nanny Jiang walked up to Bai Qingyan, holding a half-piece black jade Dragon Token with both hands, and handed it to Bai Qingyan. “Eldest Young Lady should know that the Eldest Princess has a royal secret guard! This is the black jade Dragon Token that commands the secret guard. The secret guard only follows the orders of the holder of the half-piece Dragon Token! After the funeral tomorrow, Wei Zhong will come to pay homage to the Eldest Young Lady, and from then on, will only obey the Eldest Young Lady’s commands. The Eldest Princess has tasked this old servant to hand over this token to you. She also said… after the funeral tomorrow, you can deal with that bastard however you wish. She won’t interfere anymore!”

Seeing Bai Qingyan not taking the jade pendant, Nanny Jiang walked over with small steps, raised her hand to support Bai Qingyan’s hand, and said, “I’ll accompany you back to Qinghui Courtyard and explain along the way!”

“I’m going to the mourning hall.” Bai Qingyan said.

Grandfather, father, uncles, and brothers could not be left unattended.

Nanny Jiang nodded, supporting Bai Qingyan towards the direction of the mourning hall. “Eldest Young Lady… the Eldest Princess said she has become muddle-headed, her eyes clouded by blood ties and guilt. She asks you not to hold a grudge against her! Eldest Young Lady… this old servant has served the Eldest Princess all my life, and only heard her admit to being wrong twice, both times to you! Eldest Young Lady asked the Eldest Princess to choose between you and that bastard. But you are the cloud in the sky… the heart of the Eldest Princess, while that bastard is as low as dirt. How could he ever compare to you?!”

The cold night wind was bone-chilling, but not as piercing as the chill of the heart.

No warm words could thaw a heart that had died.