"If you don't do it, don't feel guilty. If you do, then wait to queue up at the King of Hell!"
"Jiang Yufei, Ruan Tianling, you are bullying others too much..."
When has the Nangong family ever been provoked in person like this?
These people couldn't swallow this breath, and they didn't dare to take action, so they could only use their mouths to vent.
Jiang Yufei ignored everyone's presence and only stared at her mother's photo.
In the photo, her face is quiet and sweet, and her eyes seem to be looking at her gently.
"Mom, I won't let your death be in vain."
Jiang Yufei murmured in a low voice, then turned around: "Let's go."
Ruan Tianling held her hand and strode away with her.
All people, they didn’t take it seriously——
After walking out of the mourning hall, Jiang Yufei said: "I want to visit my grandpa."
If you don’t go see it today, you won’t have the chance to come here in the future.
Ruan Tianling nodded: "It should be."
They walked to the place where Nangong Wenxiang lived. Jiang Yufei told the servant her purpose of coming and asked the servant to inform her.
Not long after, the servant came to invite them in.
Ruan Tianling went with her to meet Nangong Wenxiang.
Nangong Wenxiang was lying on the bed, his expression cold and calm.
Jiang Yufei talked to him for a while, but he didn't answer.
"Grandpa, please take care of yourself. I probably won't have the chance to see you again." Jiang Yufei whispered.
Nangong Wenxiang looked at her and sighed: "Go back."
"...Then let's go, you must take care of yourself."
"I know."
Seeing that his mother's death did not make him too sad, Jiang Yufei was happy but also a little sad at the same time.
In my grandfather's heart, I am afraid that only the Nangong family is everything to him.
They walked out of Nangong Wenxiang's residence, and then someone walked towards them.
That person was none other than Nangong Yi.
They didn't expect that he would take the initiative to appear in front of them.
"Cousin, can I have a few words with you alone?" Nangong Yi asked her in a low voice.
Jiang Yufei's expression was calm: "If you want to say anything, just say it here."
Nangong Yi didn't force himself: "Madam passed away, I hope you can express your condolences."
Jiang Yufei stared into his eyes. She couldn't understand why Nangong Yi came to comfort her with these words.
He knew clearly that his grandfather was killed by them.
Why bother to comfort her in turn?
"Thank you."
"Then I'll go first." Nangong Yi walked around them and continued walking forward.
Jiang Yufei and Ruan Tianling looked at each other and left.
After walking for a while, Nangong Yi stopped and looked back at them.
"Because of you, I was in a difficult situation. Now it's better to do this so that I don't have to bear this crime." He murmured words that were incomprehensible.
…
Jiang Yufei and Ruan Tianling didn't stay in the castle for long before they left.
When Nangong Ruyue was buried, they did not attend.
But they were watching from a short distance away.
After everyone left, Jiang Yufei and Ruan Tianling walked to the tombstone to mourn Nangong Ruyue.
Nangong Ruyue's tomb is very luxurious, surrounded by bouquets of flowers.
Jiang Yufei pushed aside the flowers in front of the tombstone and cleared the road.
Putting down the small white daisies she brought, Jiang Yufei knelt down in front of the tombstone: "Mom, I'm here. I'm sorry that you were buried, but I couldn't do anything for you."
Ruan Tianling stood behind her and comforted her: "Yufei, my mother-in-law won't blame you. Don't blame yourself for these things."
Jiang Yufei nodded, and she raised her hand to touch her mother's photo, her heart aching heavily.