"..."

"If you haven’t done it, there’s no need to feel guilty. If you have, then prepare to line up at King Yama’s place!"

"Jian Yufei, Ruan Tianling, you’ve gone too far..."

When has the Nangong Family ever been openly challenged like this?

These people can’t swallow their anger, yet they dare not make a move, so they can only vent with words.

Jian Yufei ignores everyone’s presence, fixating on her mother’s photograph.

In the picture, her face is calm and sweet, her eyes seemingly gazing at her gently.

"Mom, I won’t let your death be in vain."

Jian Yufei murmurs softly and then turns around: "Let’s go."

Ruan Tianling holds her hand, leading her to leave swiftly.

They pay no attention to anyone there—

Outside the hall, Jian Yufei says, "I want to visit my grandfather."

If she doesn’t visit today, she won’t have another chance to come here again.

Ruan Tianling nods: "Of course."

They head to where Nangong Wenxiang resides, and Jian Yufei informs the servant of their purpose, asking to be announced.

Soon, the servant invites them inside.

Ruan Tianling accompanies her to meet Nangong Wenxiang.

Nangong Wenxiang lies in bed, his face cold and expressionless.

Jian Yufei speaks to him for a while, but he doesn’t respond.

"Grandpa, take care of yourself; I guess I won’t have the chance to see you again." Jian Yufei says softly.

Nangong Wenxiang looks at her, sighs: "Go back."

"...Then we’re leaving, make sure to keep yourself healthy."

"I know."

Seeing that her mother’s death hasn’t made him too sad, Jian Yufei feels both relieved and a bit melancholy.

In her grandfather’s heart, perhaps only the Nangong Family is his everything.

They leave Nangong Wenxiang’s residence, only to encounter a person head-on.

That person is none other than Nangong Yi.

She didn’t expect him to willingly appear before them.

"Cousin, can I talk to you alone?" Nangong Yi asks quietly.

Jian Yufei’s expression remains calm: "Whatever you have to say, say it here."

Nangong Yi doesn’t insist: "The lady has passed away, I hope you can find peace."

Jian Yufei stares into his eyes, unable to understand why Nangong Yi is offering comfort.

He knows very well that it was they who killed her grandfather.

Why still come to comfort her?

"Thank you."

"Then I’m leaving." Nangong Yi walks past them, continuing forward.

Jian Yufei and Ruan Tianling exchange a glance and leave as well.

After walking a short distance, Nangong Yi stops, turns back to look at them.

"Because of you, I was originally in a dilemma. Now it’s better this way, saves me from bearing this blame." He mutters words that are hard to understand.

...

Jian Yufei and Ruan Tianling don’t linger long in the castle and soon leave.

They didn’t attend Nangong Ruyue’s burial.

Though, they watched from afar.

Only after everyone left, did Jian Yufei and Ruan Tianling approach the gravestone to mourn Nangong Ruyue.

Nangong Ruyue’s grave is lavish, surrounded by heaps of bouquets.

Jian Yufei directly clears away the flowers in front of the tombstone, making a path.

Placing down the white daisies she brought, Jian Yufei crouches before the tombstone: "Mom, I’m here. Sorry that I couldn’t do anything for you at your burial."

Ruan Tianling stands behind her, offering solace: "Yufei, mother-in-law won’t blame you, don’t beat yourself up over this."

Jian Yufei nods, raising her hand to caress her mother’s photo, her heart aching deeply.