My treasure bowl connects the past and present; I've won everything on my journey into exile.

Lin Mo watched her wail in pain in silence.

Zhao Tong is barely clinging to life, and Lin Mo doesn't want her to leave in despair.

She wanted her to know that her son loved her very much.

She is a good person and deserves to be loved.

When Zhao Tong stopped wailing, her breath grew weaker, and her pupils could no longer focus on Lin Mo.

She slowly raised her blood-stained hand, trying to grab Lin Mo.

But in the end, it drooped down, powerless.

Lin Mo reached out and grabbed her hand. "What do you want to say?"

"I'm sorry, and... could... could you... could you bury my... and my son's clothes... together?" A stunning smile appeared on Zhao Tong's face.

"On...the carriage, I...want to...be his mother again in my next life!"

At this point, the light in her eyes completely disappeared, and she coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

She stared blankly in Lin Mo's direction.

Only after Lin Mo agreed did she smile contentedly.

"Son..., Mother...has come...to...find...you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her body stiffened and went limp, and then she fell silent.

Lin Mo's eyes reddened, and as she turned her head away, she reached out and closed her eyes.

In the next life, you will still be mother and child. Rest in peace, Zhao Tong.

Taking a deep breath and controlling her emotions, Lin Mo bent down, reached out, and picked Zhao Tong up, then walked outside step by step.

Zhao Tong wanted to be buried with her son's clothes in the end, and I will help her fulfill her wish.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she was surrounded by a crowd.

"Tell me, were you with this serial killer?"

"Where do you intend to take this serial killer's body?"

“Leave her body here. I will tear her to pieces to avenge my father.”

……

Lin Mo remained indifferent as she watched the agitated crowd.

"What if I don't?"

Lin Mo's reaction angered everyone.

The crowd only dared to hurl insults, but dared not step forward.

Zhou Qunqing squeezed out of the crowd, her eyes red and swollen, staring sadly at Lin Mo:

“She killed my father, my second uncle, and my fifth uncle.”

They have ruined my Zhou family lineage, leaving only orphans and widows.

Such a vicious woman doesn't deserve a peaceful burial; she should be torn to pieces and thrown into the mountains to feed the wild beasts.

Her words were supported by the surviving members of the Zhou family.

So now everyone is shouting that they want to tear Zhao Tong to pieces and feed him to the wild beasts.

In their excitement, they all approached Lin Mo, as if they would fight her to the death if she didn't hand over Zhao Tong's body.

Outside the crowd, Liu Ying was extremely anxious as she watched this scene unfold.

She wanted to go forward to help, but Lin Shuo held her back tightly:

"Mom, don't go and make things worse, my sister will handle it."

Even if my sister can't solve it, there's still my brother-in-law, isn't there?

Liu Ying panicked. "What if they lay a hand on your sister?"

"They wouldn't dare. If they did, they would have done it already." Lin Shuo shook his head vigorously.

"Mother, calm down."

Meanwhile, Lin Mo watched the Zhou family members approaching her step by step, her expression chillingly cold:

"Anyone who wants a beating, come on up."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Wuyan immediately stepped in front of her to block her view, his gloomy eyes sweeping over them:

"If he wants to try, he can continue. I'll grant his wish."

Zhou Qunqing was unwilling to accept it; the person who was killed was her father.

She looked at Xu Wuyan, her face filled with seriousness and anger:

"Your Highness, are you also going to be unable to distinguish right from wrong and protect the murderer?"

There were thirteen lives lost inside. She killed thirteen people! Shouldn't someone like that die?

"How many people she killed is none of my business. As long as it involves my wife, I've never been able to distinguish right from wrong." Xu Wuyan's lips curled into a mocking smile.

What do the lives and deaths of other people have to do with him?

Trying to morally manipulate him? Dream on.

Lin Mo glanced at Xu Wuyan with some surprise, then looked away.

That person will belong to someone else in the future.

She can't rely on anyone.

It can be addictive.

What will she do when she has no one to rely on?

Lin Mo, carrying Zhao Tong's body, walked past him and stood in front of the Zhou family.

She stared at Zhou Qunqing's face, which was contorted with anger:

"Can't distinguish right from wrong?"

Do you, members of the Zhou family, deserve to utter those four words?

Seeing Zhou Qunqing's agitated attempt to speak, Lin Mo didn't give her the chance, her expression icy:

“From the oldest to the youngest in your Zhou family, no one considers her and her son to be part of your Zhou family. Even her husband, Zhou Yuan, doesn’t respect her, simply because her maternal clan has all died out.”

From the moment they were exiled, did you ever offer them, mother and child, even a sliver of warmth?

Did you give them any food?

When she went to find food, did you help take care of her son?

When her son had the accident, quite a few people must have seen him heading towards the pond. Did any of your Zhou family members try to stop him?

You should be grateful that Zhao Tong still had a shred of conscience, otherwise she wouldn't have only killed Zhou Yuan and his brothers.

The Zhou family members were rendered speechless by Lin Mo's sharp questioning, and their faces turned red.

"Then she should pay the price."

"She killed someone and paid for it with her own life, what more do you want?" Lin Mo directly retorted to Zhou Qunqing's words:

"Wasn't her death caused by you?"

"She deserved to die. And the Zhou family deserved it, for they wronged her and her son. But what about our own families?" Zhang Baodong stood up angrily.

"My brother never offended her, so why did she kill him?"

"Are you sure you didn't offend him?" Lin Mo asked him.

A chill ran down her spine as she swept her eyes across the crowd:

"None of the people she killed were innocent."

These people were right there by the pond; they could have easily helped save her son's life, but no one was willing to lend a hand.

And these are the very people who truly drove Zhao Tong to madness. Not only did they refuse to help her in her time of need, they also took advantage of her misfortune, saying that her son deserved to die.

These words are like tearing a mother's heart out. How could she let them get away with it? If it were you, could you tolerate it?

In short, it's your business if you can tolerate it, but I, Lin Mo, like Zhao Tong, cannot.

Everyone was silent.

Lin Mo's eyes reddened. "People can be selfish, but they can't be selfish to such an unscrupulous degree. What's the difference between them and animals?"

Although Zhao Tong did wrong and used the wrong methods to seek revenge, she didn't involve innocent people. Even when you were beating her, she didn't hurt you, did she?"

Zhao Tong had long been prepared to die, but she hadn't dared to die because she felt she hadn't avenged her son. Now that she had, she had no desire to live anymore.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, composed herself, and stood tall with her head held high:

"Anyone who dares to stop me again, don't blame me for being impolite."

After saying that, he strode towards the entrance of the post station.

This time, no one dared to stop her, and they all made way for her.

As they approached the carriage, Li Ping emerged from the side:

“Mrs. Xu, Zhao Tong’s baggage is here. I’ll go with you.”

Li Ping understands Zhao Tong.

A mother's love is strong; she's willing to give up everything for her child.

They will never let go of anyone who harms their children.

Therefore, she didn't think Zhao Tong was wrong.

Lin Mo nodded and continued walking outside.

Li Ping and Xu Wuyan followed behind her.

Amidst the crowd, Shen Liuli watched all of this with icy eyes.

She's really good at pretending.

She watched helplessly as her mother died in agony, and when she begged them, they ignored her completely. Now she's pretending to be a good person.

Shen Liuli felt hatred.

The hands hidden in the sleeves clenched tightly without being able to resist.

If it weren't for them, her mother wouldn't have died, her brother wouldn't have been injured, and she wouldn't have been hated by her clan.

It's all that bitch's fault.

Snapped!

Shen Pingqi slapped her across the face:

"Shen Liuli, stop making that face and don't cause me any trouble, understand?"

Shen Liuli covered her face and lowered her head, "Mmm!"

……

Old Wei, watching this scene, shook his head. This is human nature.

They immediately ordered people to clean up the scene.

The commotion lasted until almost dawn.

Hurry up and get ready, I can sleep a little longer.

Those who were called out didn't dare to say anything nonsense; some moved the corpses, while others cleaned up.

The post station suddenly became lively.

By the time Lin Mo had buried Zhao Tong and her son's clothes, the sky was already turning light in the east.

Li Ping, who was standing nearby, placed a bunch of wild grass she had picked in front of the grave and sighed:

"Zhao Tong may not be a good person, but she is definitely a good mother."

I hope that in their next life, both mother and son will be reborn into good families so that their mother-son bond can continue.

Lin Mo looked dejected.

He took out a wine flask and poured some wine.

Zhao Tong, you've reunited with your son now, right? Everything will be alright over there.

"Madam, let's go back," Xu Wuyan said.

Lin Mo nodded.

As she turned around, she saw Xu Mengxian rushing towards her:

"Sister-in-law, I...I found some paper money and incense in the kitchen. Let's burn some for Zhao Tong and the others." Xu Mengxian spoke, slightly out of breath.

"Granny Qin said that burning some paper money for them will help them be reborn into a better life."

This time, Lin Mo did not refuse her. She reached out and took the incense from her hand, lit it with a tinderbox, and placed it in front of the grave.

Xu Mengxian quickly started burning paper money on the side.

"Zhao Tong, I'm sorry, I even cursed at you before."

"I apologize to you, I'm sorry."

……