Mu Wang came from the crowd, his face full of anxiety in a hurry. "Father, today is elder brother's funeral. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to do this!"
He had always been pampered and was impulsive and outspoken when encountering things.
"Second Young Master, the Marquis did this for the sake of the Lady," Xiao Yang quickly stepped forward to explain. "To live and die together. I think this must be what the Lady yearns for!"
Mu Wang raised his voice. His almond eyes were filled with confusion. "Even so, we can still dig a new tomb beside elder brother's, right?"
Every word of his was sonorous, but it trampled on Song Luo's heart.
In the past two days, Mu Wang had stepped on Mu Qing's landmine several times. She couldn't help but worry.
She raised her eyes to peek at Mu Qing's face, which was already as gloomy as ink. His calculating eyes were full of coldness, and his tightened jawline was like a fully drawn bow.
Song Luo deeply felt that as long as Mu Wang said one more word, Mu Qing would not hesitate to take his life.
He was just a heartless and cold-blooded monster.
Startled, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Mu Wang's arm. "Wang'er! Don't oppose your father on such things."
"Mother, don't you think there's something wrong with this?" Mu Wang blurted out, half-squinting his eyes and staring at his mother.
Before Song Luo could respond, Ning Yanzhi slowly walked out of the crowd.
His features were cold and aloof, exuding a sense of indifference that was detached from the mortal world. "I agree with Second Young Master Mu's opinion."
Ning Yanzhi clasped his hands in salute and bowed politely. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interfere in the affairs of the Marquis Mansion. But since ancient times, there has never been a rule of sending two people in one funeral. Please follow the rules, Marquis."
His words were reasonable and well-founded, without a single flaw.
This was the confidence of a poor scholar.
A man of learning is naturally elegant.
It was understandable that Mu Qing had vented his anger on Mu Wang just now. But now the target had changed to Ning Yanzhi. Although he was only a fifth-rank official in the court, he was highly regarded by the Emperor and was a well-known outstanding figure among his peers.
He frowned, and his mood visibly worsened.
He forced a smile. "Young Master Ning, sometimes being overly conservative is not a good thing."
Didn't Ning Yanzhi know that?
But he...
His eyes couldn't help but glance in Qu Yue's direction.
The woman who had already lost her breath was lying quietly in Liu Xu's arms. Her beautiful face was as fair as jade and as delicate as a flower, but it lacked the usual gentleness and liveliness.
The person who had eaten wontons with him was really gone.
He thought that even for the sake of that unfinished bowl of wontons, he had to give her a complete funeral, which was also a way to keep his promise to Mu Yuan.
"What the Marquis said is very true. But since Lady Qu has received the imperial reward and is also a person valued by the Emperor, a complete funeral is a matter of course."
"I have the same idea as Young Master Ning," Wen Wuyou immediately said.
After that, the two of them looked at each other tacitly, but there was inexplicably a hint of gunpowder in their eyes.
Mu Qing's well-thought-out decision was disrupted by the two of them.
His hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist. "General Wen, Censor Ning, are you going to interfere in the family affairs of my Mu Mansion to the end?"
Wen Wuyou smiled. "I wouldn't dare. But since Brother Mu entrusted us to take care of Qu Yue, we naturally have to see her off properly."
For a moment, the atmosphere became a bit tense because of the issue of Qu Yue's burial.
Mu Qing kept a straight face. After exchanging a look with Song Luo, he made a "please" gesture with his palm up. "Then please come with me to another place to discuss in detail."
The crowd dispersed. Only one person began to cry while laughing.
Liu Xu's face was full of tears. She pressed her cheek against Qu Yue's forehead. "Lady, they are all speaking up for you... You finally have someone to support you..."
But how ridiculous! This support came only at her funeral.
Poor Qu Yue had suffered so much in her life, but no one had ever said a word of injustice for her.
Why did she just leave without a clear explanation!
The more Liu Xu thought about it, the more unwilling she became. She shook Qu Yue's body frantically. "Wake up! I don't believe you're just gone! You clearly said you would take me to live a good life!"
"You lowly maid. You still can't face the reality at this moment," Song Luo slowly stepped forward with the stamp pad in her hand. "Just press this fingerprint quickly, and we'll all save some energy."
"Absolutely not!" Liu Xu's eyes were bloodshot. She slapped away the scroll that was being handed over. "Don't try to manipulate me!"
She roared desperately. "I will never do anything to betray the Lady!"
This time, Song Luo was determined to get the fingerprint. She shouted at the servants standing behind her in strict formation. "Come on! Hold her down!"
For a moment, Liu Xu was pressed to the ground. She desperately protected Qu Yue in her arms, but she was still snatched away by countless outstretched hands.
"Lady—"
She could only watch helplessly as Qu Yue was ruthlessly thrown on the ground. Her fair and delicate face was covered with grass and mud.
As for herself, her hand was forcibly grabbed and used to hold Qu Yue's index finger.
The scroll had already been spread out on the ground. While being controlled, she dipped Qu Yue's finger into the stamp pad.
The bright red mark was imprinted on Qu Yue's fingerprint. Liu Xu struggled desperately, but she couldn't resist the strong man who was holding her. She could only watch helplessly as she was forced to bring Qu Yue's finger closer to the scroll—
Liu Xu was almost desperate. "No! Lady! Wake up!"
She shook her head desperately. Blood and tears welled up in her already tear-dried eyes. "Madam Song, please! This is the last thing of my Lady... No!"
The veins on her entire arm bulged. She fought desperately against the person who was controlling her, but she still had to face the fact that Qu Yue's finger was getting closer and closer to the scroll!
Suddenly.
Just as Song Luo raised the corner of her lips and was about to witness the completion of the scroll, the person who had already lost her breath opened her eyes!
She coughed weakly a few times. Her heavy eyelids slowly lifted. "Let... let me go..."
"Ghost!"
The servant who was holding Liu Xu turned pale. All the strength in his hand disappeared, and he let out a terrified roar.
He was even so scared that he fell to the ground on his buttocks. He propped his hands on the ground and kicked his legs frantically, dodging dozens of meters away in one go.
Because the person on her suddenly withdrew the strength, Liu Xu's entire arm flew up due to inertia, but it couldn't stop her excitement.
She got up from the ground in a hurry. She threw herself on Qu Yue and held her face in her hands, turning it back and forth. "Lady! You're okay!"
"Great! Great! This is really great!"
Qu Yue, whose face was almost squashed, hadn't reacted to the situation yet. She blinked her shiny watery eyes. "Mmm... okay okay..."
"Lady! You really scared me to death!" Liu Xu not only touched her but also hugged her tightly. She even wished she could give her a hard kiss on the face!
Compared with Liu Xu's excitement, the smile on Song Luo's lips on the opposite side froze. She took two steps back in fear, and then gritted her teeth and questioned. "Qu Yue, you're okay?!"
Qu Yue's head was still groggy. There were still halos left from her coma in front of her eyes. She pushed Liu Xu away and stood up shakily to salute. "Mother."
Song Luo's face showed malice. "Since you're okay, why did you act like a ghost? You deliberately pretended to be dead and fooled everyone?!"