Mu Yao's smile froze on her lips.
Wen Wuyou was subtly mocking her for being able to laugh and chat merrily after losing a loved one, implying that she was heartless.
She frowned. The task regarding Mu Qing suppressed her urge to lose her temper. "Is this how General Wen usually talks to people?"
Wen Wuyou's smile faded slightly. "Is Miss Mu angry?"
"It's my fault."
"I apologize to Miss Mu."
He flashed a mischievous smile. The charm in the corners of his eyes was like the graceful willows in the mist, making anyone who saw him fall into a trance.
The anger in Mu Yao's heart gradually subsided because of his sweet words.
She didn't forget her task. "Do you want to go and see my brother?"
"Will you accompany me?" Wen Wuyou's voice was low and hoarse, extremely alluring.
"Who do you think I am?" She put her hands on her hips, glaring at him coquettishly. "Do you think you can just ask me to accompany you whenever you want?"
Wen Wuyou blinked gently, still gentle. "Then get out of my sight."
Mu Yao was still indulging in his tenderness. When she realized what he said, she was furious and raised her hand to slap him. "You're asking for death!"
Wen Wuyou dodged her hand. He leaned halfway, relying on the strength of his abdomen. "Miss Mu, it's not good for a girl to be too shrewd."
Mu Yao chased after Wen Wuyou to beat him. By accident, her hand brushed against Ning Yanzhi's sleeve.
He was concentrating and thinking. Suddenly interrupted, he looked up. His eyes were as cold as the snow-capped mountains. "Making a ruckus is also not good."
The two of them cooperated so well that Mu Yao was so angry that her face turned green.
Didn't they just think she was noisy!
If it weren't for the reward, she wouldn't have endured it until now!
She impatiently glanced back at Mu Qing and saw that he was still writing on the paper with a pen. She stamped her foot angrily.
Write, write, write! It would be better to bury Mu Yuan quickly, send these two meddlers away, and force Liu Xu to sign the deed!
An idea popped into her mind. She winked at the Taoist priest over there and then shouted, "Father, it's time. Big Brother should be buried!"
Mu Qing paused while writing the memorial. He nodded and stood up, walking towards the cemetery.
Everyone followed him with solemn expressions, gradually approaching the coffin.
Under the Taoist priest's guidance, eight servants lifted the coffin and placed it into the tomb. Immediately afterwards, Mu Wang and Mu Yao each buried one burial object.
"Brother!"
At the moment when the coffin was sealed and filled with soil, Mu Wang's eyes were red. He rushed forward suddenly and hugged the coffin, crying bitterly.
At this moment, the real feeling of being separated from his beloved brother forever finally welled up in his heart.
From then on, there would never be someone who scolded him while taking him out to play again.
Not only him, but Wen Wuyou and Ning Yanzhi also had red eyes involuntarily.
This was their good brother!
Such a general who was loyal to the country and devoted his heart and soul would only exist in their memories from then on.
After Mu Wang's crying subsided a little, Mu Qing stepped forward and patted his shoulder. "Everything will pass."
"Father, aren't you sad?" Mu Wang's eyes were tearful. The bloodshot eyes mixed with tears in his round eyes, looking broken and innocent.
In Mu Qing's yellowish eyes, there was a trace of complexity that couldn't be detected by outsiders. "It's just life and death."
The dark clouds pressed down on the ground, blocking all the light. The wind blew, making the grass and trees sway. The leaves rustled, as if crying for Mu Yuan.
When the last handful of loess covered the coffin lid, a dull thunder roared in the sky, accompanied by the Taoist priest's announcement, "It's done!"
"Half a moment later, insert the soul-guiding flag."
This was the last step of the funeral. The head of the family would insert the "lamp" that led the soul of the deceased high beside the tomb, meaning to prevent the soul from wandering at the junction of yin and yang.
The sad atmosphere lingered among the crowd, but there was also a heartless person who pointed at Qu Yue under the tree. "How should we arrange the general's wife?"
"Anyway, the Marquis Mansion doesn't care about her. Why not bury her today together?"
This suggestion reached Song Luo's ears.
A glint of light flashed across her eyes. She walked up to Mu Qing. "My lord, I think the servants' suggestion makes sense."
Qu Yue was a dispensable person. If they carried her back to the mansion, they would have to spend money to hold another funeral for her.
But if they buried her with Mu Yuan, they could not only save the funeral expenses but also make it more reasonable for them to get the reward.
After all, once the person was buried, it would be extremely difficult for the emperor to find a witness.
Calculations kept piling up on Mu Qing's cold face.
After a while, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said firmly, "Bury her."
Song Luo then thought of the transfer deed. "What about the fingerprint..."
After all, there were outsiders here.
Mu Qing was too eager for quick success. He wanted to solve this matter quickly. "Let her sign it now. As for Mu Yuan's two brothers, we can handle them later."
He firmly believed that there was nothing that money couldn't solve.
If it couldn't be solved, it was just because not enough money was given.
He really didn't want to cause any more trouble if he could solve it once and for all.
The two of them reached an agreement. They found Xiao Yang to be the persuader, rationalized the matter, and informed everyone by the way.
Xiao Yang was very sensible. She cried and rushed towards Qu Yue.
Her staggering body fell to Qu Yue's side. "Madam! What's wrong with her!"
Liu Xu hugged Qu Yue tightly. Seeing this, she stared at Xiao Yang with red eyes. "Don't touch her!"
"Madam..." Xiao Yang stretched out her hand tremblingly. "Is your love for the general really that deep..."
"What on earth do you want to do!" Liu Xu was on high alert.
"I don't want to fight anymore." Xiao Yang shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Miss Liu, how about we bury the general and Madam together today!"
"They have such a deep affection for each other. I volunteer to let the general and Madam be buried in the same tomb."
"I believe Madam will be very happy to know this." She forced a smile through her tears. Just as she was about to reach out to touch Qu Yue, her hand was slapped away by Liu Xu.
Liu Xu was extremely surprised. "Don't talk nonsense!"
Then anger burned in her heart. "Let alone whether my Madam is really gone. Even if she is, why doesn't she deserve a funeral?"
Xiao Yang pretended to be weak appropriately. "I'm also thinking about Madam."
"I think Xiao Yang's consideration is quite good." Song Luo walked over slowly, holding Mu Qing's arm. She looked completely innocent, which really seemed to be the case.
"How is it a good consideration!" Liu Xu was so angry that her hands trembled!
The Marquis Mansion had always treated Qu Yue harshly during her lifetime. Now that her life or death was unknown, they actually wanted to bury her alive!
It was simply inhumane!
Mu Yao sneered. "Qu Yue made a big fuss to marry my brother back then. Now she died of excessive grief because of him. Burying them together just suits her wishes."
Wen Wuyou replied with a faint smile. "Then does Miss Mu want to marry the old man at the village entrance?"
Mu Yao spat. "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Oh!" He slapped his head. "When we left the city just now, you said a word to him. I thought it just suited your wishes."
Mu Yao was refuted by her own words and was immediately speechless. "You!"
Song Luo stepped out with a smiling face to smooth things over. "They are husband and wife. How can Yaoyao and the old man at the village entrance be the same?"
Mu Qing gave an order. "Just do it like this. Dig a tomb on the spot and bury Qu Yue!"
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a sonorous voice came——