[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

With great difficulty, Wei Chaoyan, who was running wildly without regard for her image, caught up with Yan Niangzi and her group just as they were about to reach the entrance of Yiling Town.

Wei Chaoyan, panting heavily, complained indignantly about Lady Yan's heartlessness and favoritism. They had all waited for Wei Ying and the other two, why didn't they wait for her? She had only been delayed for the time it takes to grow half a fingernail, why didn't they have the patience to wait for her?! Making her chase after them so hard! ╯^╰╯^╰!

Recently, Yan Niangzi had been extremely busy, contacting everyone and running around like crazy, and was now utterly exhausted. Thinking about her upcoming visit to the graves of her dear friend Li Xiangqing and her husband Wei Zhu, she didn't want to spare any attention for Wei Chaoyan's complaints. She simply said coldly, "Alright, now that you're here, don't say anything more! It's getting late, the carriage will be here soon. We need to hurry and get to Wei Village before noon, otherwise we'll miss the auspicious time!"

Knowing what Lady Yan meant by "auspicious time," Wei Chaoyan quickly shut her rapidly breathing mouth, wisely lowered her head and shrank her neck, not daring to provoke Lady Yan at this moment. She swiftly floated to the other side to the side where Wei Ying and the other two were being held by adults (yes, when Wei Chaoyan turned around to lock the door, Lady Yan had ordered someone to pick up Wei Ying and the other two, otherwise how could these three little legs keep up with the pace of this group of adults ╮( ??w?? )╭), following closely behind without uttering a word.

After walking for about half a cup of tea's time, they arrived at the dilapidated, low, and narrow entrance to Yiling Town. On the path outside the town entrance, there were several carriages with uniformly gray canopies, all pulled by strong and handsome tall horses. From the outside, the interior of the carriages appeared to be quite spacious and could accommodate many people. In front of each carriage was a skilled coachman who exuded the air of an expert, sitting upright with one hand holding the whip and the other holding the reins, waiting for the arriving passengers.

Lady Yan was the first to lift the heavy, windproof curtain and sit in the front carriage. Without Lady Yan's instruction, the middle-aged man carrying Wei Ying and the other two, Yan Qing who had dealt with Wei Chaoyan before, and two other people who looked like the leaders, an old man and a young man, followed closely behind and got into the carriage. Seeing that they were all inside the carriage, Wei Chaoyan happily climbed into the carriage as well.

Seeing that Lady Yan and the others had all gotten into the carriage, the people following behind also filed in orderly fashion into the carriages behind them according to their internal rank.

Once everyone was on the carriage, the waiting coachmen didn't waste any words. They raised their whips and skillfully cracked them several times in mid-air. Then, they half-retracted the whips and lightly brushed the rumps of the horses pulling the carriage with the end of the whip, while simultaneously pulling the reins slightly to give the horses the command to set off.

The intelligent horse received the driver's command and cleverly set off, galloping along the path towards Wei Village.

Although the road outside the town was uneven, the drivers were clearly skilled and the horses were excellent, so the passengers did not experience any significant jolting.

After Wei Chaoyan boarded the carriage and looked around, she noticed that the first person to board, Lady Yan, was sitting sideways at the back of the carriage, her head tilted against the back of the carriage frame, her eyes closed as she rested. The rest of the people were sitting in a row on either side of Lady Yan. The large carriage was packed with people, except for the window seat on Lady Yan's right, which was empty.

Wei Chaoyan pouted and moved quietly, afraid of making too much noise and disturbing Madam Yan who was resting with her eyes closed. She carefully walked to the empty seat and plopped down. After sitting down, Wei Chaoyan leaned towards Yan Qing, who was closer to her and looked familiar, and asked softly, "Uncle Yan Qing, what's wrong with Aunt Yan?"

Yan Qing silently raised her eyes to look at the worried Wei Chaoyan and said in a light tone, "I've been busy these past few days and I'm a little tired. I just need to rest."

Upon hearing Yan Qing's reply, Wei Chaoyan knew perfectly well what Yan Niangzi had been busy with lately. She also thought about how busy they and Liu Yu were, working themselves to the bone, while she herself was relaxing and carefree at home "playing" with her younger brother. Suddenly, she felt a little guilty.

Wei Chaoyan swallowed hard, trying to find a new topic: "Oh, then let's keep our voices down so we don't disturb Aunt Yan. Um, Uncle Yan Qing, what are those people here for?"

Yan Qingfang introduced in a soft and steady voice: "This is Old Wang and his eldest son. Both of them are skilled craftsmen. They were invited by their employer to go to Wei Village to complete the final step of the work on the cenotaph of the two senior brothers, Zezang and his brother."

"???" Wei Chaoyan stared at Yan Qing with a bewildered look on her face, her head filled with countless huge question marks.

Staring at Wei Chaoyan with such a silly and adorable expression, Yan Qing's lips twitched slightly. A hint of helplessness flashed in her usually calm eyes as she patiently explained to Wei Chaoyan, "After the day the master agreed to your request, he sent people to find Old Wang and his highly reputable team, inviting them with a large sum of money to go to Wei Village to repair the graves of Miss Wei's parents in your name. At the same time, he consulted with all the villagers of Wei Village and obtained their consent, allowing them to build cenotaphs for Senior Zezang and his wife in a place that is not within the ancestral burial grounds of the Wei villagers but is the closest to the graves of Miss Wei's parents."

After negotiating with the villagers, they not only surveyed the feng shui location of the cenotaph but also basically completed all the construction work. Now, only the final step remains: Miss Wei will place her belongings into the empty coffin, seal it, and have the filial sons and grandsons offer incense and prayers. Then the project will be complete.

Hearing that Madam Yan had sent people to do these things immediately on the very day she agreed, Wei Chaoyan was overjoyed. She suddenly turned her leaning body back, put her hands together, and moved them up and down several times towards Madam Yan, who was resting with her eyes closed, saying, "Aunt Yan, you are so kind to me, thank you so much."

Wei Ying and Qi Ye, sitting nearby, understood Yan Qing's meaning and slid down from their seats to bow respectfully to Lady Yan in gratitude. Wei Ying, in particular, was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears, like shimmering spring water with pink peach blossom petals floating on its surface. Little Qingyan, half-understanding, imitated his dear older sister's actions, his slightly chubby belly protruding as he crossed his two lotus-root-like hands in a comical and adorable manner, his serious little face swaying up and down, evoking a feeling of tenderness in the hearts of those watching from the sidelines.