Yun Qingluo spoke for a long time before Yunmu's expression improved.

"Luo Luo is right. We should all look forward and let bygones be bygones." Yun Mu nodded, her emotions calming down.

Yun Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly began to administer acupuncture to Yun Mu.

Yes, the past is the past. Yun Yiyi died a long time ago. I heard from the young monks in the main temple that Yun Yiyi literally angered herself to death.

Yun Qingluo didn't understand that there could be such a person in the world, but she didn't let her curiosity get the better of her and try to find out the reason.

It seems that the solitary life of Buddhist monks and nuns did not inspire any remorse in her; death was truly too good for her.

Yun Qingluo pulled herself out of her thoughts and focused on applying acupuncture to Yunmu.

When Yun Qingluo was halfway through applying the acupuncture, Yunmu had already fallen asleep.

Yun Qingluo stared at Yunmu's peaceful face and murmured with a smile: "You said you weren't tired, yet you're sleeping so soundly."

After Yun Qingluo finished administering acupuncture, seeing that Yunmu was sleeping soundly, she did not disturb her and carefully withdrew.

Upon seeing the old woman at the door, he whispered some instructions before leaving Yunmu's courtyard.

As soon as I stepped out of the courtyard, I saw Yuan Qingling coming towards me.

"I was just about to go find you, but I didn't expect you to come out just now. Is Mother resting?" Yuan Qingling stopped with a smile, one hand on her waist and the other carefully protecting her belly.

Yun Qingluo nodded, "Yes, sister-in-law, you're still thinking of me even though you're not going back to your room to rest. My brother is so lucky to have married such a thoughtful wife like you. Mother is sleeping soundly, let's go outside to talk."

Yuan Qingling glanced at the courtyard and lowered her voice, "You're teasing me now. This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to your courtyard. Your courtyard is cleaned by your mother every day. After winter came, your mother was afraid that you might suddenly come back one day, so she specially instructed the maid to keep the stove in your room lit. It has never been turned off, and it is the same today. I suppose your room is quite warm. Let's go and take a look."

Yun Qinglu felt a pang of sadness in her heart. Her mother had probably been worried about her for the past six months, and she felt guilty for being unfilial.