But there were maids and passersby outside, so she didn't even dare to wail. She could only cover her mouth and let her tears fall.
"Madam," Jiang Sheng said, her voice choked with emotion, "the deceased is gone; please accept my condolences."
Qiao Yuhe shook her head blankly, tears streaming down her face.
After a long while, she finally managed to calm herself down and looked at Jiang Sheng, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
She was really smart; she knew that no one would bring up an old story for no reason.
"Whatever you need me to do, I will do it." A cold glint appeared in Qiao Yuhe's eyes. "As long as it can avenge the deaths of more than a dozen people in the Qin and Qiao families, I will do it."
Having reached this point, Jiang Sheng's mission was complete.
The rest—testing whether Qiao Yuhe still cares about the two children, whether she truly wants revenge, and how she intends to take revenge—is all up to her elder brother, Xu Mo.
She jumped off the stool and said in a crisp, sweet voice, "Thank you for your hospitality, Auntie."
Qiao Yuhe wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and called out to the door, "Pack two more osmanthus cakes to take away."
At the entrance of Yuzhenfang.
Jiang Sheng, holding two steaming hot osmanthus cakes, noticed that there were quite a few people standing in groups outside.
Afraid that the osmanthus cake would be crushed, she simply put her arms in front of her chest and skipped and hopped out.
The moment they stepped out of the threshold of Yuzhenfang, the crowd began to move.
The coachman cracked his whip, and maids and guards followed on both sides, making it an even grander procession than that of the prefect.
However, none of this mattered to Jiang Sheng. She spotted Fang Heng wearing a cone-shaped hat in the crowd and waved happily, "Third Brother."
At the same time, the carriage started moving.
The Jiang family of four, all smiles, passed by Jiang Sheng, who was protecting the osmanthus cake.
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