C64

The ancestral hall of Niu Manor was a dilapidated green tile house. At the very front of the hall, there was a dense cluster of memorial tablets, which were the more important characters of each generation. At a glance, those dark and heavy memorial tablets gave people a heavy and solemn feeling.

On the right was the old chief of Niu Manor. His hair was white, but the sharpness of his eyes could still be vaguely seen. On the left was the Chief of the Niu Manor, whom Qi Mu had already known, who had a solemn expression on his face.

When Qi Mu followed behind Ye Dazhuang, she kneeled down in front of the entrance of the ancestral hall and kowtowed three times. Qi Mu stood in the middle of the ancestral hall calmly with her head lowered in a obedient manner.

When he saw Ye Guangzong, who was also sitting upright on a chair, a sliver of surprise flashed in his eyes. Very quickly, it was replaced with relief.

That was true. The Ye Family was in Niu Zhuang, and they still had some face. Ye Guang Zong was old enough, so it was not strange for him to have this position.

When Qi Mu's eyes swept across her lucky grandfather Ye Guangzong, she clearly saw him give her a faint smile. His eyes clearly told her not to worry.

Ah!" "My son …

Qi Mu's interaction with her grandfather was abruptly interrupted by a loud wail. Hearing this, Qi Mu's gaze turned slightly cold, but her expression remained as calm as before. She slowly turned around and looked at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Dressed in a white silk dress, Aunt Wu knelt in front of the entrance of Niu Zhuang Zongtang with a "plop" sound. She held a shiny new tablet with the words "Wu Grass Root" written on it.

The Wu family's aunt's gaze was fixed on Qi Mu like the sharpest blade. It was painful to the touch and she kneeled there. She didn't kowtow and instead said in a teary voice,

"Chief, village chief, elders, fellow villagers, that little girl from the second branch of the Ye family killed my son, Jiang Genji. I want her to repay me with her life. She is still so young, and her mind is so vicious. That Ye Qimu should have fallen into a river …"

Qi Mu gazed at the crying appearance of the Wu family's aunt. Her heart trembled slightly, not because of the Wu family's aunt's tears, but because of the memorial tablet, the pure white of her body, and that sad and tearful flower …

Moments later, Qi Mu's gaze swept over to the Wu family's aunt, who was standing behind her. He felt slightly relieved when he saw her nod slightly towards her, holding onto the hand of the big girl, Cui Hua.

"Wu Clan."

Niu Fusheng glanced at Aunt Wu and shouted in a low voice. He looked dissatisfied, but his tone carried a faint sigh, as if he was feeling a slight bit of regret.

Hearing this, the Wu family's aunt knew that the village head was dissatisfied, that her actions were against the rules, that the village head and the village elders could tolerate her indulging herself to such an extent in front of the village.

She hurriedly wiped her face with her sleeve and kowtowed respectfully. Then, she glared fiercely at Qi Mu who was safely standing there before standing up with the tablet. She walked to the center of the ancestral hall and stood three to four people away from Qi Mukong.

"All the clan elders and I know about the matter of the grass roots. The third generation of the Wu Clan only has this single son, and the grass roots are also a well-behaved child. It's a pity that he died just like that. The various clan elders and I also felt heartache …"

Niu Fusheng stood up from his chair, stood in front of the ancestral hall, and said to Qi Mu, Wu family's aunt, and the people outside the ancestral hall in a loud voice.

"But, the Wu family's daughter-in-law, Madame Wu Chun, said that the grass root didn't die from drowning, but from someone else. Madame Wu identified the murderer as Ye Qimu. Little Mu, is this true?"

Qi Mu calmly met the bull's eyes. Her frail body was extremely tenacious. She calmly said:

"I admit that I had something to do with the death of grassroots, but I didn't harm him."

As soon as Qi Mu finished speaking, the Wu family's aunt shouted loudly:

"You don't?! How could you die without my family's grassroots?! "You are just a scoundrel in human skin. You should be sunk by the river and buried along with the grass …"

"Wu Clan!"

Niu Fusheng shouted again in a low voice. This time, his tone was a little impatient. His sharp eyes swept across the crowd as he asked in a deep voice,

"Wu Dazhu, why aren't you here?" In the family hall, how can you allow a woman to be so presumptuous, and still not come and take care of things? "

After a long while, no one replied. Lady Wu kneeled down again, tightly hugged the tablet in her arms, and said in a choked voice:

"Yesterday, after the grass roots were gone, my mother-in-law became completely ill when she heard about this. She couldn't even move, and she couldn't even speak properly …" "It's the same for my husband. He's holding the baby's body and not eating or drinking at home …"

"Now, I'm the only one who's doing well. I'm standing here and I'm crawling my way over here to beg for forgiveness from my fellow villagers. I'm just a kid, I can't just die for nothing!"

"It's not like he did anything wrong. Why did he die? He's still so young, and his wife hasn't even married yet …"

As the crowd listened to their sister-in-law, they all silently sighed, looking at the figure of her curled up and holding the tablet in her arms, their expressions full of sympathy. Which family didn't have a child, it wasn't easy to raise one, and the pain of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person was something they understood best.

Seeing this, even the usually strict and heartless Elder fell silent. He no longer asked about that matter as he understood the nature of the man from the Wu Clan.

That man was a lone wolf. He was also the wife of the Wu family. He had been spoiled since he was young. He was lazy, and always relied on his mother for food. Unreliable was well-known throughout the village.

His own son had died, and he wanted to come to the ancestral hall. Such a big matter had actually caused the Wu clan to come alone … Sigh, the Wu family is also suffering. In this life, the only son that can be counted on died just like that. All that is left is a useless girl. What should we do in the future?

When everyone was sad for the tragedy of the Wu family, Qi Mu glanced at Wu family's aunt with an unreadable gaze. Although she wasn't clear about the matters of the village, Wu family's aunt didn't only have a son. She should have a daughter.

The daughter of the Wu family's aunt was a bit older than her, so she should be around the age of ten this year. If something happened, why couldn't she be with her mother?