Zhong Liyuyan's expression was shocked.
Fuguogong Rongyu continued, "You don't care about your mother's face, and I have to take care of our Fuguogong's face!"
His words hit Zhongli Yuyan's heart so hard that she had to give up the last struggle.
Mother is dead, she can't let her die so unworthily! If her reputation is ruined after her death, she, as a daughter, is nothing like a beast!
Zhongli Yuyan sobbed and stood up, walked slowly to Zhongliyi, and then knelt down, "Father, my daughter is wrong, my daughter misses her mother so much, she speaks indiscriminately when she is in a hurry, please punish me."
Seeing that her attitude had improved, Zhong Liyi thought she didn't have a mother, so he couldn't bear to blame her, and sighed, "Okay, okay, let's leave it at that. Wan Yun is generous, and I won't care about you if you think about it. Get up quickly, Escort your mother's body for burial!"
"Yes." Zhongli Yuyan sobbed and agreed.
As if waking up from a dream, Fei Cui hurried over and helped her up, "Miss, don't be too sad."
Dongfang Jing watched from a distance, thinking Zhongli Yuyan, you can save some tears, this is just the beginning, you may cry later!
Only then did the group start to set off. The long convoy headed towards the suburbs, moving slowly!
The old lady and Mrs. Rong were old and could not walk very far, so they sat on the carriage, and the rest followed on foot.
Holding Rong's portrait in her hand, Zhongli Yuyan stood at the front of the funeral procession with a dull expression, and moved forward with a blank expression. If it wasn't for Fei Cui to support her, she would have fainted by the roadside several times!
Rong Yin was sitting on the wheelchair, Yi Nanfang followed behind and pushed, and couldn't help whispering, "Master, look at that cousin crying sadly, tsk tsk, I can't bear it. Did we do it right this time?" unacceptable?"
"Is it too much?" Rong Yin frowned and asked back, "When my mother died, I was still a baby. When Rong Yue'e died, Zhongli Yuyan was already an adult. In this way, I have been kind enough to her !"
Yi Nan stuck out his tongue with a chill.
Rong Yin's expression was cold and serious, and he continued, "One life is worth one life, and Rong Yue'e's life is only enough for my mother's life. Do you think that Zhongli Yuyan's tears are worth my stumped limbs? "
A little bit of tears, of course, can't cover his disability for the rest of his life.
Yi Nanfang frowned, "Master, why do you always use these legs to laugh at yourself..."
"Shouldn't you be laughing at yourself?" Rong Yin twitched the corners of his mouth amusedly.
Yi Nanfang glanced at him again, and couldn't help but say, "Master, do you know... your expression now is exactly the same as that of the third lady of Xiangfu."
Rong Yin froze for a moment, and followed his gaze.
There was a faint smile on the girl's face, but there seemed to be a bit of self-deprecation in her bones.
The corners of her mouth were raised, her brows were furrowed, she clenched a fist with one hand and relaxed the other. She seemed to be relieved, but deep down she was still somewhat unwilling.
Rong Yin was stunned, this girl's state of mind was so similar to his.
It's just that Rong Yin will never know that his unwillingness and Dongfang Jing's unwillingness are completely different.
Dongfang Jing stared at Zhongli Yuyan's back. Although she was relieved at this moment, Junior Sister Wanyun was indeed killed by their mother and daughter. No matter what she did, she could not save Junior Sister Wanyun...
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