"What's going on? Wasn't my godmother fine yesterday? Why...when did this happen?" Yang Ruoqing asked in a deep voice.

Muzichuan raised his head, but kept his eyes lowered. He held his mother's hand tightly with both hands, and his eyes kept falling on his mother's hand. A hoarse voice slowly sounded beside the bed.

"It's about this afternoon," he said.

"Since last night, my mother's appetite has not been very good. She only ate a few mouthfuls of porridge this morning. I asked her what was wrong and if she felt uncomfortable again."

"She said she suddenly lost her appetite. Maybe she was too happy in the past two days, so she didn't feel hungry."

"But I looked at her and her complexion didn't seem to be good. It wasn't as rosy as it was a few days ago. I was worried that she was tired these days, so I didn't allow her to go to the main room and the wedding room to help anymore this morning.

"

"I wanted her to stay in her own room, preferably in bed, but she couldn't stay still, so she lay down for a while and then got up again and sat at the table to cut the words "happy"."

"I was writing invitations in the wedding room. It must have been lunch time. As I was writing, I suddenly heard a noise in the west room of my house. It seemed like a stool had tipped over."

"I hurried over and saw my mother lying straight on the ground. The word "happy" in the dustpan also fell out. She must have been unable to sit firmly and suddenly fell off the stool..."

When Mu Zichuan said this, it was difficult to continue talking and he broke down in tears.

Yang Ruoqing also lowered her head and wiped away tears.

After Mu Zichuan cried for a while, he continued to tell Yang Ruoqing what happened next.

"I carried my mother to the bed and sent the maid to invite Uncle Fu. At that moment, my mother had no breath at all."

"Uncle Fu came over and said that my mother has passed away..."

"My mother, my mother didn't even have time to say the last words to me. I can't figure out why my mother left so suddenly..."

Muzichuan held up his mother's cold hand and put it against his face, choking several times.

Yang Ruoqing also cried until her vision was blurred.

"I was secretly happy when I saw my godmother's complexion improving a few days ago. I thought that this wedding would really bring joy. My godmother is in high spirits during happy events."

Yang Ruoqing sobbed, "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a flashback, and the end is approaching!"

The two of them stood by the bed, wiping away their tears and grieving. After a while, the voices of Wang Cuilian and Sun were heard outside the house.

Yang Ruoqing held back her tears and said to Mu Zichuan: "Zichuan, my godmother has left. You have to hold back your sadness and cheer up. We still have to take care of the things behind your godmother's death!"

Mu Zichuan drooped his head and remained silent.

Yang Ruoqing said: "You are my godmother's only son. At this time, it all depends on you. You can't be decadent!"

Mu Zichuan smiled mockingly and said: "I am not a good son. I failed to be filial to my mother when she was alive, and I always went against her wishes."

"Now that she's gone, no matter how well she manages her affairs, what's the use? Will my mother come back?"

"No more, never again, there is no turning back on the road to Huangquan..."

Yang Ruoqing frowned and said: "Since you know about the Huangquan Road, you should know about the Naihe Bridge, Mengpo Soup, Wangxiang Stone, Tire Turning, Six Paths of Reincarnation, and Eighteen Levels of Hell, right?"

Muzichuan looked at her in astonishment, not quite understanding why she said this?

Yang Ruoqing continued: "When you went to take each round of the imperial examination, did the village and school prepare a complete series of documents and materials for you students and file them with the county government office before you could take the exam?

"

Mu Zichuan nodded: "Without those documents and files, without official records, you are not qualified to take the scientific examination, let alone the subsequent admissions."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "That's right."

"In our world, if we don't follow the customs handed down from our ancestors to arrange funerals for the deceased, invite Taoist priests to come over to perform rituals, build a road leading to the underworld, and so on,"

"When my godmother's lonely soul reaches the bottom, she cannot be picked up, cannot cross the Naihe Bridge, cannot see the Lord of Hell and the judge, cannot climb the Wangxiang Stone, cannot enter the Wheel Platform,"

"She cannot be reincarnated and can only be a wandering ghost in the underworld because she has not been registered and has no paperwork to pass the customs. As the only son of her godmother, she was thinking about her deeply and was busy until her death.

You cut the word "happy" just to wish you well. As her son, do you want to continue to be immersed in grief and refuse people thousands of miles away?"

"It's better to cheer up, finish your mother's funeral smoothly first, and send your mother to her grave. It's your choice!"

After saying so many words in one breath, Yang Ruoqing knelt down beside the bed and kowtowed to Zichuan Niang three times.

After kowtowing, when she stood up, Mu Zichuan also stood up.

He raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears on his face, and looked at Yang Ruoqing with red and swollen eyes: "I'm going to ask the respected old man in the village to come over and help preside over the overall situation!"

A happy event in Lao Mu's family turned into a funeral, and everyone who heard about it couldn't help but feel sorry for it and sigh.

"Ms. Zichuan has such a pitiful life. She has lived frugally all her life. A widow managed to raise her son and even provide him with a book."

"The son had a promising future and became a high official, but she left after a few years of happiness..."

"Hey, in the first half of her life, Mu's sister-in-law hoped that her son would get a good name, and in the second half of her life, she hoped that her son would get married and have children as soon as possible."

"It seems that my new daughter-in-law is coming in in two days. I can finally have a sip of tea served by my daughter-in-law, but I just want to leave. I'm really unhappy..."

"I heard that she was still cutting the words "happy" at the table when she left. It's really hard to find a mother in this world who can be like the Mu family's sister-in-law and devote her heart and soul to her own son!"

"..."

Everyone talks to each other. Although the women of the villagers like to gossip behind their backs, their hearts are still simple after all, so everyone almost always talks with regrets, and some even can't bear it.

Just shed a few tears.

But there was a woman in the crowd who was listening to gossip. Her focus was a little different from others, and the questions she asked were naturally different.

That's right, that woman is Mrs. Liu, the fourth daughter-in-law of the old Yang family, and the fourth aunt of Yang Ruoqing.

"Hey, you said, this Lady Chuan just gave up and left. It is said that Lady Zichuan forced Zichuan to marry Liu Doukou."

"Now that Zichuan's mother is gone, will Zichuan marry Liu Doukou again? Will he be against the marriage?" Ms. Liu asked the women around her with gleaming eyes.

Those women had been immersed in the sudden death of Zichuan Niang and had not thought about it.
Chapter completed!