"I'm not going, I want to find my mother's body!" Wang Miaoling said arrogantly.

Jiang Wanyu stepped forward and whispered, "Don't argue with Lord Lü. Go look for him during the day tomorrow. It will be better for everyone."

“No, I can’t sleep if I can’t bury my mother as her daughter.”

Lu Tu glanced at her coldly, then mounted his horse. Song Yuxi immediately advised, "Husband, this journey is too dangerous!"

"Yes, my lord, Liu Yang and Liu Hong are enough. They'll definitely be able to find them if they encounter them."

"Sir, your injuries haven't healed yet. You mustn't put yourself in danger. Let us wait!" the villagers urged in unison, holding torches.

Lu Tu asked in bewilderment, "Go where? I was planning to call Liu Yang and the others back. It's too dangerous outside right now. Since Miss Wang is so filial, I'll take them out of the village while I'm at it."

"ah?"

Not only were Wang Miaoling and her servant stunned, but even the villagers were dumbfounded and gaped in disbelief.

Wang Miaoling glared angrily at Lü Tu. It turned out he really was so petty, still holding a grudge about what happened that day, and using her mother's corpse to embarrass her.

Thinking of all the grievances Wang Miaoling had suffered, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears. She fainted after only a few sobs.

The maid immediately knelt on the ground and begged, "Please forgive Miss, sir, and let her stay for the night. If you send her away like this, she will really die at the hands of thieves!"

Song Yuxi glanced at Jiang Wanyu, and she and Ban Yingying went forward to lift the person up and walk into the house.

Upon returning home, Wang Miaoling's maid knelt outside the door: "My lady, Cuiguo has something to ask of you."

Lu Tu waved his hand and said, "Go back and take care of your young lady. If she has any requests, let her speak to her personally!"