Two younger daughters-in-law were also wiping their tears with handkerchiefs, crying "Good aunt…" and then going to comfort their respective mothers-in-law one by one, helping them up.

They were all wearing clothes they came from home in, while Liu Doukou was quite different.

Like Yang Ruqing, her adopted daughter, she wore plain hemp clothes and no makeup. She had removed all her jewelry except for a single white chrysanthemum in her hair.

She knelt beside the body of Mizukawa-san, alone and silent. Her hands gently caressed Mizukawa-san's icy hand.

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Without a shred of fear, a face as small as a palm was pale white, and she uttered each word 'Mother-in-law...'

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“The daughter-in-law is late…” Then came the tears, pear blossoms with rain, her shoulders shaking, several times choked with sobs…

Liu Doukou cried so hard that she fainted several times, looking as if she desperately wanted to follow Zichuan's mother.

This left the two sisters-in-law who came with her a little at a loss, unsure whether to go comfort their mother-in-law or pull their younger sister-in-law away.

And at the same time, they also have to try their best to look utterly heartbroken. Oh, it's really hard work, isn't it?

So, now it's the turn of women like Sun Shi and Wang Cui Lian to step up and try to mediate.

In the midst of the rising and falling sobs, Yang Ruohua came to Luo Baobei's side.

He knelt before her, gently grasping Luo Bao's slightly cool little hand.

The little girl's bright eyes stared unblinkingly at the women crying in a heap, her gaze flickering with confusion and fear.

"Baby, are you tired? Mommy will take you home first?" Yang Ruqing asked softly.

Although she had come to kowtow to her mother-in-law as her great-granddaughter before, Yang Ruqing still wanted to take the child away after finishing the kowtow.

After all, there's the body of Mizukawa-san lying here in this room. Whether you believe in superstition or science, this room is not a suitable place for children to stay long.

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Luo Baobao nodded, got up and was tightly held by Yang Ruqing towards the door of the room. When passing by Sun Shi and Wang Cuilian, Yang Ruqing gave Sun Shi a brief explanation.

Mrs. Sun hurriedly nodded. In fact, she had wanted Yang Ruohuang to take Luobao Baby away first...

Yang Ruqing led Luobao out of the west room. In the main hall, Mu Zichuan's uncle had one hand on Mu Zichuan's shoulder, speaking words of inquiry and consolation.

Mu Zichuan's two cousins stood by with their hands hanging down, their faces full of grief, and occasionally chimed in with words of consolation.

Yang Ruoheng accused Luo Baobei that when she came out, she happened to hear Mu's cousin tell Mu Zichuan: "Your uncle fainted when he heard the news of your mother's death. He wanted to come over, but we stopped him."

"Have him rest at home for a day or two first. Wait until your mother performs the rituals the next day, and then he can come over. As for the funeral arrangements, you should have your uncle handle them here."

"Your uncle asked me to tell you, be strong. Your mother is gone, but you have us and Doukou. Hold on!" said Uncle Mu.

Mu Zi Chuan nodded, his face filled with emotion.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of Yang Ruohui walking out with Luo Bao'er from the corner of his eye. Mu Zichuan said, "Little uncle, I'll leave for a moment."

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Mujia's little uncle said, "Alright, you go busy with your things. We should also go see your mother."

By the time Mu Zichuan caught up, Yang Ruqing had already led Luobaobao out of the Mu family courtyard.

“Qing’er, wait for me a moment.” Mu Zichuan caught up and said.

Yang Ruoqing turned around, glanced at him, then at the man behind him: "How did you get out?"

"Are you sending Baby Luo home?" Mu Zichuan said, glancing at Luo Baobao standing beside Yang Ruqing.

Yang Ruqing nodded, "It's getting dark, I have to send her back to take a bath and go to sleep."

Múzichuan said: “Today, this child has worked hard. He sat there like a little adult for a long time this afternoon.”

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "She is the granddaughter of my godmother. It's only right that she came to see her off."

Mùzichuan said, "Let's go, I'll send you and your daughter home."

Yang Ruqing raised her hand to stop him: "No need, with your family so busy now, how can you leave? Go back quickly. Besides, you're dressed in mourning clothes, it's not convenient to move around the village."

Mu Zi Chuan glanced at the white clothes he was wearing, and the white cloth patch sewn onto his shoe tips. It was indeed inconvenient.

And Yang Ruqing, when leaving the house, had already taken off the hempen mourning clothes she wore and draped them in her arms.

Mù Zǐchuān said, “Then I’ll take this off first. It’s getting dark soon, and I have to send you guys...”

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Yang Ruqing raised her hand again and pressed down on his arm, saying seriously: "Zichuan, it's time to calm down. There's no need for this. My daughter and I aren't afraid. You should go back quickly. You are our only filial son and shouldn't leave easily!"

After finishing her words, Yang Ruqing raised her hand and patted Luo Bao's head, "Say goodbye to your uncle."

Luo Baobei politely said to Mu Zichuan, "Goodbye, Uncle."

Mu Zi Chuan managed to squeeze out a faint smile and nodded.

Only when he saw the child's innocent and guileless face could his mood ease a little.

As Mu Zi Chuan watched Yang Ruohua and her daughter leave, he took a deep breath, braced himself, and returned to the courtyard.

Mother has passed away. When she was alive, he wasn't able to properly filial piety. Now that Mother is gone, this is the last thing he can do for her.

On the way home, Luo Baobei was unusually quiet and didn't say a word.

Yang Ruqing didn't speak either. Her stepmother had left, just coming from Old Mu's house, still carrying that air of sadness. Her whole mood was like a fire being held down, unable to rise. Please note that the "<" and ">" characters are HTML tags themselves, so they are not translated.

At home, Xiaoyu was there. Seeing Yang Ruqing and Luò Bǎobǎo return, Tuo Bà Xian and Xiaoyu hurried to greet them.

"Haven't you had dinner yet? Xiaoyu has finished cooking in the backyard." Tuo Ba Xian said.

Yang Ruqing said, "Well, Uncle and Auntie should be having dinner at Lao Mu's place tonight. Let's eat first."

Xiaoyu, hearing this, immediately took Luobo Baby to wash her hands. On the other side, Tubo Xian gave Yang Ruoqing a bowl of hot tea and asked, "How is the funeral going at Lao Mu's place?"

Yang Ruqing took a sip of hot tea and said, "Everything is almost ready. We'll be entombed tomorrow morning. The wake will last two nights tonight and tomorrow night, and the ceremony will be held the day after."

Tuoba Xian nodded, "Many hands make light work. With so many of you going to help, things will naturally go smoothly."

"Qing'er, since you're back tonight, there's no need to go again, right?" she asked.

Yang Ruqing thought about it and said, "I'll give the baby a bath after dinner, put her to sleep after the bath, and then I'll go take a look at the situation."

With so many people from the Liu family here—two nephews, two nieces-in-law, and even Liu Doukou, their unmarried daughter-in-law to be—she probably wouldn't stay long. She'd just go and get a sense of things before returning home.

Soon Luo Bao came back after washing his hands. Yang Ruoqing and Tuoba Xian stopped talking about that topic and began to set the table for dinner.

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