I have been farming since I crossed over.

Mother Lu stared at Father Lu closely, and saw that he had a serious and earnest expression on his face, and he didn't look like he was joking or deliberately hiding anything.

She couldn't help but start to waver in her heart. Could it be that those three concubines were really no longer alive? Recalling every moment she had spent with these three concubines, Mother Lu's mood became increasingly complicated.

Lu's mother disliked Li and Qin from the bottom of her heart. However, Li was brought into the family by her mother-in-law, so although she was dissatisfied, she could not say much for the sake of her mother-in-law's face. Qin, on the other hand, was chosen and brought into the family by Lu's father himself, which made Lu's mother feel even more aggrieved.

However, over the years, even though they occasionally caused trouble for her, Mother Lu always tried to tolerate it. After all, with her intelligence, she was always able to cleverly avoid these disputes, so she never suffered too much loss. It was just that life was not always happy.

But the good news is that Mother Lu never treated the children they gave birth to unfairly. Whether it was food, clothing, housing, transportation, or studying and calligraphy, Mother Lu treated them all equally and took good care of them.

If it weren't for Old Master Lu's insistence on distinguishing the names of legitimate children from illegitimate children, outsiders would probably not be able to tell that the Lu family has illegitimate sons and daughters!

Thinking of this, Mother Lu's thoughts couldn't help but drift further...

As she thought about it, Mother Lu remembered that her husband had actually said that he would treat all 18 children equally, and an indescribable sadness and grievance welled up in her heart. Mother Lu couldn't help but feel sad.

She could never have imagined that her husband, with whom she had shared so much joy and sorrow, would doubt that she couldn't treat all her children equally. Such hurtful words, like a sharp sword, pierced her heart.

Mother Lu raised her eyebrows, opened her beautiful eyes wide, pretended to be angry, and shouted in a delicate voice: "Hmph, forget it! I already have seven sons, which is enough! How can I afford more children?" Although her tone was angry, it was also mixed with a bit of loss and helplessness.

Seeing this, Father Lu quickly stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged Mother Lu tightly. He looked down at Mother Lu's face, which looked even more charming and charming due to her anger, and said softly, "Don't be angry, Madam. I was just teasing you. I know you're doing well. You're so adorable like this. I haven't seen you act like such a spoiled little girl in a long time!"

After Father Lu finished speaking, he laughed even more wantonly and continued, "From now on, there will only be you and me in this world, relying on each other. We must enjoy this peaceful and beautiful time and make up for the years we were unable to spend together in the past. Otherwise... how about giving me a well-behaved and smart little girl?" As he spoke, Father Lu's eyes flashed with anticipation.

Hearing this, Mother Lu blushed immediately and spat, "Go away, you're such a jerk! You're almost going to be a great-grandfather, and yet you're still talking about having a daughter all day long. Do you really think you have that kind of ability? You're so shameless..."

However, before she could finish her words, Father Lu impatiently leaned over and sealed her chattering mouth with his warm lips. For a moment, the room was filled with love and affection. Father Lu wanted to prove to Mother Lu with practical actions whether he still had the ability.

In the deepest, most secluded corner of Lu Changfeng's courtyard, a somewhat simple wing stood alone. Within this wing, a small, makeshift mourning hall had been erected.

At that moment, Lu Changfeng's wife, Gu, and Lu Changdong's wife, Sun, were crouching before the thin coffin containing Li's body. Each of them held a handful of paper money and slowly dropped it into the brazier. The dancing flames greedily devoured the thin paper, instantly reducing it to ash that curled upward.

Lu Changdong stood quietly on the side, his head slightly lowered, his eyes closed, and he muttered to himself: "Li, now that things have come to this, I only hope that you can remember your children in the afterlife. You have made many mistakes in your life, but if you can truly repent and start a new life, it will be worth your life. It's a pity that my second brother is not here at the moment, but after midnight, I will do it myself and bury you peacefully. I hope that in the next life, you and I will never meet again." After that, he sighed deeply, as if he wanted to spit out all the troubles in his heart with this breath.

At the same moment, in the courtyard where Sixth Brother Lu Changxia lived, a similar scene was unfolding. Unlike before, this time, those kneeling on the ground burning paper included not only Tenth Brother Lu Changshan and his wife, but also Sixth Brother's wife—known to everyone as Sister-in-law Six. Each of their faces was covered in tears, and a deep, choking sob occasionally escaped their throats.

The sudden passing of Qin filled the hearts of these people with grief. However, they also realized that there seemed to be some unknown mystery behind this incident, but no one dared to rashly ask Mr. Lu for the truth. After all, Mr. Lu's authority in the family could not be challenged.

Speaking of Qin, while she didn't treat the children with the same utmost care and love as Mother Lu, she was still quite good. This was especially true of the sixth child, Lu Changxia, who had been by her side since he was four years old, so they had a deep bond. Now that Qin had passed away in such an unclear manner, how could those close to her not feel sad and confused?

In Lu Changyu's yard, Lu Changhe, his wife, and three sisters-in-law were sitting together, chatting and laughing. Some sat directly on the ground, while others brought a few worn wooden boards to serve as stools, but they all looked very casual and lazy.

In front of them was a brazier with paper money burning in it. As the flames danced, a few unburned pieces of paper money were occasionally blown up by the wind, fluttering in the air for a while before slowly falling down.

However, this seemingly solemn and dignified scene was incompatible with the state of the crowd. Some people yawned continuously, their eyes half-open and half-closed, as if they would fall asleep at any moment; others simply folded their arms, rested their heads on their knees and dozed off.

Everyone knew full well that the coffin before them didn't contain the real Liu, but merely a few pieces of clothing she had worn in her lifetime. Therefore, this sacrificial ceremony was more of a formality for them. After all, no one wanted to expend so much energy and time on someone who was pretending to be dead.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, midnight approached. Lu Changhe and his sisters-in-law looked at each other, then stood up and dusted themselves off.

At the same time, Lu Jintang's guards who had been waiting on the side also came forward, lifted Liu's thin coffin, and sent her out of the house along with the other two concubines, and buried them in the back mountain.