A farmer has a shrewish wife; he's busy making money every day.

"Woo——"

After a long silence, Wei Jia let out a sob that sounded like a mournful cry, and only then did Ye Qingxue release her.

Wei Jia still had those empty eyes open, turning her head to look at Ye Qingxue. She looked somewhat frightening, yet extremely pitiful.

Ye Qingxue lowered her voice, afraid of frightening him: "Madam Zhao, don't be afraid, Lord Zhao is really alright."

The only response she received was silence. Wei Jia seemed not to understand what she was saying at all, and just kept staring at her as if she were staring at some uninvited guest.

Seeing that she didn't react, Ye Qingxue turned her head to signal Lu Chuci to act. Lu Chuci received the signal, picked up a shovel, and walked towards the newly covered soil.

With the first shovel strike, Wei Jia didn't move. With the second shovel strike, she suddenly trembled. With the third shovel strike, she finally moved.

"what--"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the cemetery. Wei Jia rushed forward like a madwoman, threw herself onto the ground, and roared as she used her body to block the spot.

When Ye Qingxue rushed over to pull her away, she noticed that Madam Zhao's eyes were still empty.

She may not have known what she was doing, but she knew she had to protect her husband, to ensure that even in death he would be undisturbed and could rest peacefully in the earth.

It's hard to imagine that such a thin woman could have such great strength.

Even Ye Qingxue had to use almost all her strength to drag her aside.

"Madam Zhao, Madam Zhao! Listen to me!" Ye Qingxue shouted in her ear.

If possible, she tried her best not to knock Wei Jia unconscious, as this method is quite harmful to people.

Wei Jia is now determined to die, and may not have slept for days and nights. If she is knocked unconscious, she may never want to wake up again.

Ye Qingxue could only hold her tightly to prevent her from doing anything to harm herself, and tried her best to comfort her.

Wei Jia, panting heavily, finally stopped screaming. She seemed to be struggling to regain her senses and turned to look at Ye Qingxue: "What... exactly do you want to do?"

Ye Qingxue gave Lu Chuci a wink, signaling him to continue digging: "Madam Zhao..."

She had barely opened her mouth when Wei Jia began to struggle violently again: "Don't touch him! Don't touch him!"

Like a fish washed ashore and on the verge of suffocation, it struggles frantically, staring at the disturbed land, its eyes brimming with mad despair.

While pressing her down firmly, Ye Qingxue said in a clear and gentle voice, "Madam Zhao, believe us, we really are saving Lord Zhao, he is not dead."

Wei Jia still ignored her, but her panicked voice gradually turned into a plea: "Please, don't touch him, he's already been wronged enough, do you want him to suffer any more..."

The tone was sorrowful and desolate, a desperate cry for help after suffering heavy blows and oppression.

Ye Qingxue had no choice; Wei Jia wouldn't listen to anything anyone else was saying, so she could only keep repeating, "Believe us, Lord Zhao isn't dead, he's not dead, really, he's not dead..."

The two of them kept talking at odds, one shouting "Let him go," and the other shouting "He's not dead."

Fortunately, the cemetery was deserted by then, and Lu Chuci had already sent people to guard all the entrances and exits, so no one would see anything. If someone had witnessed such a scene, it might have scared them to death.

Lu Chuci's movements became faster and faster, and soon the shovel hit the coffin underground with a crisp clang.

The sound made Wei Jia tremble again, but she didn't react much. She just stared at the tall mound of earth that had been turned upside down, whether she believed Ye Qingxue's words or felt powerless to change the outcome.

Lu Chuci jumped into the pit, quickly pried open the nails on the side of the coffin, lifted the coffin lid, and scooped Zhao Chengmu, who was lying inside, out.

Only when the person was placed on the ground did Wei Jia's eyes show a slight change in expression and regain their luster.

"Mu Lang... Mu Lang..." she murmured, almost crawling on her hands and feet to reach the man.

Ye Qingxue let go of her hand and helped her walk over.

Wei Jia stared at Zhao Chengmu's face for a long time, her eyes filled with longing and reluctance.

The next second she suddenly turned her head to look at Ye Qingxue, her eyes flashing: "You just said that Mu Lang is not dead?"

The numb and lost woman finally regained her senses after seeing her lover's face.

Ye Qingxue nodded, her expression somewhat complicated.

Wei Jia immediately grabbed her hand: "How can you prove it?"

"Madam Zhao, wait and see." Lu Chuci finally spoke, raising his head towards Zhao Chengmu lying on the ground.

The drug for faking death will automatically wear off after seven days, at which point the person in the state of suspended animation will wake up. Of course, waking them up in advance is not impossible, but the operation is more complicated. When Lu Chuci woke up in advance, it took Pei Shao quite a while.

Instead of wasting time, we might as well wait for him to wake up.

Wei Jia's gaze fell on Zhao Chengmu, but she stopped moving. Then she slowly knelt down on the ground and reached out to embrace him.

Unexpectedly, Wei Jia actually started waiting.

She truly loved Zhao Chengmu, so much so that she could believe even such a seemingly unreal and illusory statement.

Even though she witnessed her husband die before her eyes, and all the doctors concluded that he was dead, and she personally handled all his funeral arrangements, she was still willing to believe even if there was only a sliver of hope that he could come back to life.

Wei Jia held Zhao Chengmu quietly as time passed.

She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that Ye Qingxue felt Wei Jia had already embraced Zhao Chengmu and closed her eyes forever when Zhao Chengmu finally moved.

At first, her fingers twitched slightly, then her legs suddenly straightened for a moment, and finally her eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.

When Wei Jia met Zhao Chengmu's eyes, she was completely stunned. Although she hoped that Zhao Chengmu would wake up, she was completely unable to react when it actually happened.

The brain is in a state of shutdown.

Zhao Chengmu wasn't much better off.

The two of them, one sitting and one lying down, gazed at each other quietly.

Ye Qingxue and Lu Chuci exchanged a glance and decided that one of them would carry the load while the other moved.

Ye Qingxue walked to Madam Zhao's side and said softly, "Excuse me."

……

On the way, Zhao Chengmu and the other person fell asleep.

When you suddenly relax after being tense for too long, you may fall into a brief coma.

Ye Qingxue settled the two of them in her home, asked her parents to help take care of them, and then left. She planned to explain the situation to them a few days later when they woke up.

But before the two could wake up, another unexpected event occurred.

The token, which had been silent for many days, suddenly emitted a dazzling red light one day.

A weak, feeble voice came from inside.

"Miss Ye, Qu Busan doesn't believe me."