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"it is good!"

Xuan Yuanxue nodded, quietly leaned against Song Qingqian's side, and closed her eyes in peace.

The two had just fallen asleep when a wail suddenly came from the corridor.

A pitiful cry instantly filled the entire corridor, and Song Qingqian frowned, opening her eyes with extreme displeasure.

"Sister Qian, what's happening outside? It sounds creepy! Should we go out and check it out?"

Startled, Xuan Yuanxue moved even closer to her and whispered, "This post station is indeed eerie."

"Need not…"

Before Song Qingqian could finish speaking, she heard someone banging on the door, and Huo Chong's anxious cries for help came from outside.

"Mrs. Lu, please, save my mother..."

"Mrs. Lu..."

"what happened?"

Lu Jingchuan's voice came in.

"It's my mother. My mother was possessed by a ghost last night. She just... just jumped off a building. Please, Mrs. Lu, go and take a look..."

Huo Chong said tearfully, "It's all our fault for sleeping so soundly and not noticing anything, Madam Lu, please..."

"Old Madam Huo jumped off a building?"

Xuan Yuanxue was shocked: "Sister Qian, this is the fourth floor! Can someone survive falling from the fourth floor?"

"I gonna go see!"

Song Qingqian put on her outer robe and walked outside. Xuan Yuanxue glanced around and immediately felt a cold wind blowing in. She was so frightened that she quickly shrank back and didn't dare to stay any longer. She hurriedly chased after her.

"Sister Qian, wait for me, I want to go too!"

Song Qingqian turned around: "No rush, change into a dress with a collar first, then go find Xieyue and the others."

"it is good!"

As Song Qingqian went downstairs, she passed the corner where the woman in white had been hiding. Suddenly, a piece of wrinkled fabric caught her attention.

Song Qingqian casually pulled down her sleeves and tightened them before following Huo Chong downstairs.

"Oh no, his head is completely flattened..."

"This...this old lady Huo's eyes are wide open, she died with her eyes wide open..."

The exiles whispered among themselves, saying all sorts of things...

When Song Qingqian came down, she saw Huo's eldest son kneeling on the ground, blaming himself and crying. Huo's mother was kneeling beside him, holding her daughter and holding her son's hand, sobbing softly.

"The person has passed away. Please accept our condolences."

Song Qingqian gave a quick check and then offered a reminder.

"Mom! The child is unfilial!"

Huo Chong cried out and burst into tears, clutching his head.

The Lu sisters and Xuan Yuanxue ran down, saw the terrible scene, and were so frightened that they quickly stopped. It was truly horrific.

Xuan Yuanxue's face turned deathly pale instantly. Luckily, she and Lu Yunqi jumped from the second floor. If they had jumped from the top floor, would they have suffered the same fate as Old Madam Huo?

"Let's go... let's stop looking..."

Xuan Yuanxue immediately lost her interest in watching the spectacle; she was genuinely frightened.

"Sister Xue, if you're scared, you can go back. We'll go up with Third Sister-in-law later."

Lu Xiyue waved her hand and hurriedly ran to Song Qingqian's side. Lu Xiyue saw the Huo family members crying bitterly, remembering that Huo Chong had saved her last time.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Lanyue handed over the silk handkerchief in her hand and whispered a reminder:

"Brother Huo, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences!"

"Thank you!"

Huo Chong nodded but did not take the handkerchief. Lu Lanyue did not insist and handed it to Huo Chong.

When Sun Wuyin learned that Old Madam Huo had died, he cursed his bad luck in his heart and ordered Xiao Zhuozi to take people to take the body out and bury it.

The two Huo brothers were unwilling to let anyone touch their mother. As soon as Xiao Zhuozi spoke, the two brothers took the initiative to pick up Old Madam Huo and followed the soldiers toward the wasteland behind the post station.

Xiao Zhuozi pointed to the spot next to Aunt Xue's mound and said, "Alright, let's bury her here. Time is limited, you two brothers can do whatever you want with her, just don't delay our departure."

Huo Chong said bluntly, "Sir, my mother died unjustly. You must seek justice for my mother!"

Xiao Zhuozi scoffed: "What do you want to do? When we checked in, the servants warned us that this place might be haunted. You insisted on staying here. If you stay in the backyard with the exiles, will your mother die?"

Now that something's happened, you're demanding an explanation? Where are you going to find one? Besides, didn't your mother share a room with you? How could a paralyzed person like her walk over and jump off the building? Don't you have the most say in this?

"But we don't know..."

Huo Chong was about to retort when Huo Laoda grabbed him.

"Never mind, it's hard to explain."

"Brother, are we just going to let this go?"

Huo Chong was furious. His mother had died so mysteriously, how could he accept that?

Huo the eldest coldly rebuked, "What good would it do to just forget about it? She's my mother too. How could I bear to watch her die? But we're in exile now, outnumbered and vulnerable. Let alone my mother, we might lose our lives one day..."

At the post station, Lu Lanyue helped Huo Shi back to her room. After handing the two children over to the Lu sisters, Song Qingqian closed the door.

The Huo family booked a suite. Old Madam Huo slept on a soft couch with her grandson, while Old Madam Huo and her youngest daughter slept on the floor. Huo Chong slept on the soft couch.

Song Qingqian glanced around and sat down. Seeing that Madam Huo was still weeping with her face covered, she spoke confidently:

"I saw you then. You did this, didn't you? Why did you kill your mother-in-law?"

Huo raised her shocked eyes to look at Song Qingqian, then turned her head away and said:

"I...I don't know what you're talking about. I may dislike my mother-in-law, but you can't slander me like that!"

"Whether it's slander or not, you'll know once you see this!"

Song Qingqian placed the piece of cloth she had picked up on the table, and Huo Shi trembled instantly.

"No...it's not mine, I didn't do it!"

"You know in your heart whether you did it or not, Auntie. I'm not here to hold you accountable. This matter has nothing to do with me, and I won't report it to the authorities. Just know that you're doing what you're doing."

After Song Qingqian finished speaking, she turned to leave, but Huo Shi quickly grabbed her wrist, knelt down, and cried out:

“Mrs. Lu, I… I only thought of this method because I had no other choice. My mother-in-law is too much. With her around, our family will fall apart sooner or later.”

"Rather than let her drag everyone down, I'd rather be the villain. Only with her dead can our family have peace."

“Mrs. Lu, I know I’m utterly wicked, but my Wanwan is innocent. She is a girl, that’s true, but she’s also the apple of my eye.”

As she spoke, Mrs. Huo wiped away her tears again: "Luckily, I came back in time last night, otherwise Wanwan would have been thrown off the bed and died. For Wanwan's sake, she had to die too!"

Song Qingqian sighed and helped her up: "Auntie, it's none of my business as an outsider to interfere in your family's affairs, so you don't need to ask me for help."

"But this will always be a thorn in your side. It would be best if you could keep it a secret forever, but what will you face if it comes to light one day? Have you thought about that?"

Huo gave a bitter smile: "Even if everyone knows it, it's my fate. I don't regret it. I didn't leave myself any way out when I did it."

"The only person I've wronged is Wanwan. If I could do it all over again, I would rather I had never given birth to her, so she wouldn't have to suffer with me."