Xuanyuan Yuzhu laughed, "What are you still standing there for, this is a soup that I added, quickly bring it over for her to drink. I spent the night trying to find time. "

As if he had been a little embarrassed by Diwu Yue's stare, Xuanyuan Yuzhu tightly wrapped his cape, and carelessly looked around.

"Even the windows were open in such a cold day. Seriously, I'm going to freeze to death." She went to close the window and sat down beside the children.

Diwu Yue covered his mouth and snickered, seeing Xuanyuan Yuzhu glaring at her unhappily, he anxiously went to feed the ginseng soup to Yao Ling to drink.

"Oh Jade Bead, it's cold over there, come over here and do it!" Mu Zhengnan pointed to a spot to his side and waved Xuanyuan Yuzhu over, not afraid at all that there would be children there.

Diwu Yue pretended not to hear anything, and the three little guys snuggled together, pretending to sleep. Seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Yuzhu walked over slowly and sat on the other side of Mu Zhengnan with a blushing face.

"All these years, I was too muddle-headed and wronged you all." After Mu Zhengnan said this sentence, both Yao Ling, who was so weak that he no longer had the strength to talk, and Xuanyuan Yuzhu, who was sitting on the other side, started to shed tears.

The atmosphere was surprisingly good. After Diwu Yue finished busying himself, he hugged his sons and fell asleep on the bed where Mu Baiming usually slept. It was unknown whether the knot in her heart had been untied, but her smile was exceptionally sweet.

Separated by a curtain, Mu Zhengnan hugged the women she felt she owed too much as she sat there silently. He had made too many mistakes in his life, but he did not regret falling in love with that woman.

The only thing he regretted was not being able to wake up earlier and let the people by his side suffer such grievances.

The next morning, Mu Cheng stood in front of the front door of the house and knocked for a long time, but no one answered her, so she could only push open the door and enter.

"Elder Cen... Elder Cen... "

Mu Cheng carefully pushed open the door to Cang Chen's resting room, and screamed out of fear. The stench of a corpse filled the room with black blood. Other than that thousand-year-old black cloak, she had just barely managed to confirm that this person was Cang Cen.

Mu Cheng's mind kept imagining the tragic death of the Elder Cen, as he blankly returned to his own bedroom, and just sat there quietly. No matter how Zhao Yuanheng called her, she didn't respond.

Zhao Yuanheng was so scared that she started to cry. Perhaps, Zhao Yuanheng's crying woke him up, as she patted his head and asked the servants to bring him out.

"Call Butler Mu over here." Mu Cheng's voice was completely devoid of any fluctuations.

Half an hour later, Mu Cheng brought his trusted aide to the courtyard in his old residence.

After resting for the entire night, Yao Ling's body was much better. Although his face was still pale white, he was much better. Xuanyuan Yuzhu sat on the right side of Mu Zhengnan while Yao Ling and his sons sat on the left side of him.

"As Mu Cheng watched this scene unfold, his face broke into a cold smile. After fighting for so many years, have you two old women finally made up before you died? "

Everyone looked at Mu Cheng coldly and spoke up for the others.

Mu Cheng angrily glared at Diwu Yue, "Hand over the thing that you gave me. This way, I can die a little faster like that bitch your mother."

"Diwu Yue suddenly heard his mother's news, and his face immediately became extremely ugly. You mean... My Mother... "Is she dead?" Tears gushed out like a storm.