Yu Jiao knew that it was not the Liu Mansion's gatekeeper's fault. When she saw the servants bringing in food, she said gently, "Eat something first. I will be here with you and won't let you go hungry again."

Fei Ge'er stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth and ate it rather voraciously. Yu Jiao served him a bowl of snow pear and white fungus soup and patted his head, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Perhaps because he was very hungry, although Fei Ge nodded, he couldn't slow down his eating speed at all.

Yu Jiao felt distressed when she saw this. She touched Fei Ge'er's head lovingly and helped him serve the food from time to time.

When he finally filled his stomach, Fei Ge'er threw himself into Yu Jiao's arms and burst into tears.

Liu Sanniang was gone, and he had been alone and helpless all the way, trying hard to hold back his grief. Now that he saw his only relative in the world, he was like a bird returning to its nest, and could finally cry out loud and vent his sadness.

Yu Jiao wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and comforted him gently from time to time. When Fei Ge'er's crying gradually subsided, she asked, "Where are mother's ashes?"

She thought that since Fei Ge'er said he took Liu Sanniang's ashes with him, she probably hadn't buried her yet. How could a half-grown boy like him take care of Liu Sanniang's funeral? Now that she knew about it, she had to help Fei Ge'er take care of Liu Sanniang's funeral for the sake of Meng Qingyun's life-saving and raising her.

"I hid my mother's ashes in a dilapidated temple." Fei Ge'er said with red and swollen eyes. He was living on the streets and begging for a living these days. He didn't dare to carry Liu Sanniang's ashes with him, for fear that they would be accidentally bumped into and scattered.

Yu Jiao immediately asked Wei San to prepare the car and accompany Fei Ge'er to the dilapidated temple to retrieve Liu Sanniang's ashes.

Along the way, Fei Ge'er tightly grasped Yu Jiao's sleeve and hugged Yu Jiao's arm with some attachment, "Sister is so nice." Originally, after listening to his mother's many instructions and coming to the capital and seeing the prosperity of this place, Fei Ge'er was still a little nervous, fearing that his sister would become a lady of a noble family and would be different from before. Now that he saw that his sister still treated him as well as before, he felt much more at ease.

After getting Liu Sanniang's ashes, Yu Jiao asked gently, "Do you want to find a cemetery in the capital to bury your mother, or send her ashes back to Mengjia Village to be buried with your father?"

Without even thinking, Fei Geer said, "I want my mother to be buried with my father." Then, he asked cautiously, "Will it be too much trouble..."

Yu Jiao smiled and shook her head, "It's not a problem. You should have a good rest first. When I have made all the arrangements, I will accompany you back to your hometown to handle the funeral affairs."

After hearing this, Fei Ge'er's eyes lit up and he tightened his fingers around Yu Jiao's sleeves, "Thank you, Sister."

Yu Jiao asked the servants to tidy up the accommodation for Fei Ge'er. After he was settled, she saw that it was already late at night and there was still no sign of Yu Qizhe returning, so she went back to her room to rest.

The next day, after Yu Jiao had breakfast with Fei Ge'er, she asked Wei San to prepare the car and went to the Dali Temple.

Liu Sanniang's funeral cannot be delayed. Since Yu Qizhe has been busy with official duties recently and seldom returns home, she just took the time to take Fei Ge'er back to Changkui to handle Liu Sanniang's funeral.

When they arrived outside the Dali Temple, Wei San stepped forward and informed the bailiff. Not long after, someone led Yu Jiao into a study room in the Dali Temple.

"Madam, this is the study where the master usually handles his affairs. Please sit for a while." The bailiff said, "The master is currently interrogating a prisoner in the prison. I have asked someone to invite the master to come over."

Yu Jiao said politely, "Thank you for your help."

The bailiff bowed respectfully and withdrew, then hurriedly arranged for someone to bring in tea and snacks. Everyone knew that after the emperor left the capital, he handed over the Shenshu Camp to Captain Lu, who was on good terms with the emperor. Following the emperor, he had a bright future, so how could he dare to neglect Yu Qizhe's wife, who was married to him in a formal ceremony?

Yu Jiao held the teacup and looked at the layout of the study. Seeing the messy official documents on the desk, she stood up and wanted to help Yu Qizhe clean them up, but then she remembered that she was a woman in the rear house after all, and it would be inappropriate to interfere with Yu Qizhe's official business, so she sat back and did not move.

In Zhaoyu Prison, Yu Qizhe walked out of the torture room, hurriedly washed the blood off his hands, sniffed the bloody smell on his body, frowned slightly, ordered his men to fetch him a clean uniform to change into, and then walked towards the study.

Yu Jiao waited for about an incense stick of time and lamented that she came at the wrong time. Maybe Yu Qizhe was busy at the moment, and she came here without informing him in advance. She didn't know if she would disturb him.

But leaving Beijing was not a trivial matter after all, so she thought it would be better to tell Yu Qizhe in person.

Just when Yu Jiao was thinking about random things, the door was pushed open and Yu Qizhe walked in.

"Why are you here in Dali Temple?" Seeing Yu Jiao sitting on the chair, Yu Qizhe put away the gloom he brought from Zhaoyu Prison. His brows relaxed and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips. Although he had been resting in Dali Temple for the past two days, he could not sleep well without that soft and tender girl in his arms. The moment he heard his subordinates say that Yu Jiao came to Dali Temple to find him, he could not deny that he could not help feeling happy.

Seeing that his eyes were a little dark and he looked a little tired, Yu Jiao felt distressed. "Have you been busy these days?"