C131 (1/2)

”Are the items ready?” Yang Zixuan saw that the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and indicated for everyone to enter the temple before saying anything.

Xiao Tong quickly replied: ”I've already prepared all of them. I even gave some silver to the monks, and they agreed to give us the old lady's forty-nine days of dipping.”

The old lady that Xiao Tong had mentioned was Yang Zixuan's mother. The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding to avoid the term ”aunt”.

Mu Rousang tugged his sleeves, and asked softly: ”Let's go pay respects to mother first? And then come back to the temple and burn incense, okay? ”

Her intention was to respect him, to value his mother, and not to slack off even a little because of her identity as his mother!

”Alright!” He did not hesitate to reply, but the corners of his eyes were thick with happiness.

”Xiao Tong, go and tell the master, I have to trouble him to wait for a moment longer. Your Young Mistress would like to first go and worship him, then come to the temple and donate some money.”

Xiao Tong immediately agreed and quickly went back to do this. Towards Mu Rousang's suggestion, he was not surprised at all. He extended his hand to quietly wipe the tears at the corner of his eyes.

Mu Rousang passed through a field of vigorous pine and cypress, followed the winding stone steps upwards, and finally arrived at the ancestral grave of the Yang Family after passing through a few memorial archways. Mu Rousang looked at these large tombs, and apart from sighing at the Yang Family's background, there was also an infinite sadness and desolation, and behind this scenery, countless shameful matters were buried underground.

”Let's go, husband. We have to bring him to mother's grave!” Mu Rousang reached out and took the initiative to hold his arm, as she only wanted to loosen the corners of his eyes.

”Go west!” Yang Zixuan stopped Mu Rousang from entering the grave.

”Hmm?” She looked up at him quizzically.

He pointed to the west. ”Over there.”

There were many graves in the west side too. Mu Rousang took a deep breath and laughed: ”Let's go!” Crystal drops of water dripped from her red, frozen nose.

Yang Zixuan took both his hands out from his sleeves and placed them on top of his mouth. He covered her face and said: ”It's freezing cold.

”En, it's so warm!” She smiled happily.

Yang Zixuan held Mu Rousang's little hand and walked westward for an unknown amount of time. Finally, when Mu Rousang thought that she had met a Wall-Hitting Ghost, he opened her mouth and carried a small path that was submerged in a pile of dead branches and snow: ”From here, there is a small flat land below, my mother …”

He took a deep breath and said, ”My mother was buried there.”

Mu Rousang looked up. White snow was pressing down on the pine trees, but it was difficult to find the grave.

Yang Zixuan strongly gripped her small hand: ”Follow me!”

Yang Zixuan, no, what they had done now was to blame the Madam Hou. That innocent woman, that woman who doted on her son and gave her husband to the heavens, was currently lying all alone in the ice-cold underground.

After walking through the small path, it could even be seen that this path had been cultivated recently. Mu Rousang's heart tensed up, it must be Yang Zixuan.

Even with the Silver Fox cloak around his body, he still felt a bone-piercing coldness, because this place was simply too desolate.

Compared to the luxurious cemetery above, this cemetery is only two or three small pieces of soil. One could vaguely see them, and under the heavy snow, there were bent leaves and twigs …

Among these, there was a newly repaired stone grave, and only this small grave was still in good condition. When he walked to the grave, he saw the words written on the tablet before the grave: Liu Huiniang's Tomb. On the side of the grave is written Yang Zixuan's name and the date of repair.

The cold wind blew, and Yang Zixuan held onto her as he stood in front of the tombstone. Mu Rousang stood obediently by his side, not disturbing him at all.

It was only until she was shocked by the cold that Yang Zixuan woke up. Looking at the gray sky, he said vexedly: ”Today, I brought my wife here to pay my respects to my mother.

Mu Rousang shook her head lightly and comforted him: ”Today, the reason that you and I, husband and wife, have come is to offer tea to Grandma.”

She stretched out her small hand to gently wipe away the snow on the tombstone's head, placing the small basket she was carrying in front of the grave. She turned to him and smiled, ”Zixuan, do you think Grandma likes me?”

Yang Zixuan's heart had almost melted because of her. As he bent over and took out some candles, paper, and money from the basket, he responded, ”My mother will definitely be happy. She might even think of when I can bring her obedient little golden grandson over for a look.”

After his mother married into the house of the Marquis, she did not have a day of happiness. In the end, she even lost her life because she wanted to protect him.

”Spring Dye, tea!” Mu Rousang turned to cover for him, she did not want lass to see the man cry, to prevent him from losing face.