Chapter 678 Farewell
San Ya lay quietly for a while, then sat up gently, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for her mother, then got out of bed and walked out steadily.
It was already evening outside, the sun was setting, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds.
In this gentle glow, Lu Qiniang burned incense and prayed in the yard.
Hearing the door open, she immediately turned to look at San Ya: "Awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer? How's your mother?"
San Ya looked at her and said calmly: "My mother... passed away."
The light in Lu Qinniang's eyes instantly went out, and a huge sadness came over her. She staggered a step and tears fell like rain.
San Ya stepped forward and hugged her tightly, her voice low and clear: "Mom, she said thank you."
Lu Qiniang burst into tears.
Her crying startled the rest of the family.
Daya, Erya, and Jiang Xuanyunting are all here.
Only Xiao Yan has not returned yet because of a difficult and urgent matter at the Ministry of War.
Erya listened to Lu Qinniang's crying, and then looked at Sanya's deep sorrow hidden beneath her calmness, and she couldn't help but tear up.
She spat in a low voice, "How can God be so blind? Those inhuman things are living well, and such a good person...why did she have to die so young!"
If possible, she would be willing to exchange the life of her biological parents for the life of San Ya's mother.
San Ya was very calm from beginning to end.
She insisted on going in to help Lotus change into her burial clothes.
Lu Qiniang didn't want to agree.
"Saya," she said, her voice choking with sobs, "Be obedient and don't go in. Your tears will fall on your mother, and she will be uneasy."
"Mother, I won't cry." San Ya said, "She can't see anymore."
It's useless.
Can something as useless as tears bring the dead back to life?
No.
San Ya picked up He Hua, let her lean on her, and helped her put on the best clothes in her life.
She was as light as a feather, with wounds old and new covering her body, and she was extremely thin.
Lu Qiniang kept wiping her tears, but San Ya really didn't shed a single tear.
At this moment, she just wanted to kill someone.
——Why are kind people tortured to death while evil people can go unpunished?
Erya also wants to come and help.
When something happens, it has to be family.
But San Ya refused.
"Second sister, don't stay here."
Erya is about to get married.
Many places in the mansion have already begun to be decorated.
There will be conflicts when encountering funerals.
But Erya said, "I don't believe that."
"We still have to have some respect." San Ya pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty.
Erya was about to say something but was stopped by Lu Qiniang.
"Listen to your third sister. You and Yun Ting should leave first. Your eldest sister, eldest brother-in-law and I are here."
Only then did Erya take Yunting away.
As soon as they went out, they ran into Liu Jian who was rushing over.
"How is it? What happened?" Liu Jian asked.
He should have arrived earlier, but the Queen asked him a few more questions and he didn't dare show his anxiety for fear of causing trouble for San Ya.
After dealing with the queen, he did not dare to delay and hurried over.
"They're gone." Erya said with red eyes.
Liu Jian's heart sank. Without saying anything more to her, he walked into the yard in two steps.
Looking at San Ya, whose expression was calm but whose eyes were filled with boundless sorrow, Liu Jian felt extremely distressed and walked up to her and said, "Sister, cry your heart out."
Just cry it out.
Holding things in your heart will make you sick.
San Ya turned her head, her eyes somewhat empty: "I can't cry. The mother who gave birth to me is gone."
The mother-daughter relationship in this life is shallow.
But, is there an afterlife?
Liu Jian's heart broke when he saw how hard she was trying to hold on, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
Just then, steady footsteps were heard.
Xiao Yan is back.
He had obviously received the news, and he was exhausted and cold.
He walked straight to San Ya, without any extra words, just stretched out his big, warm hand and patted her shoulder gently.
With this slap, all of San Ya's strength seemed to shatter in an instant.
She suddenly threw herself into Xiao Yan's arms, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out. Her shoulders shook violently and she cried breathlessly.
"Dad... Dad..." She clutched Xiao Yan's clothes tightly, her crying voice filled with unspeakable grievance, sorrow and great regret for the belated maternal love.
Xiao Yan hugged his daughter tightly, his eyes red and his throat choked, as if he could feel the pain in her heart at the moment.
He didn't say anything, but just kept patting her back, silently giving her the most solid support.
Lu Qinniang, Daya and others standing by couldn't help but shed tears as well.
Xiao Yan hugged San Ya distressedly, and waited for her crying to subside before saying in a deep voice, "Jiao Jiao, Daddy will ask someone to take care of it..."
"No, Dad." Sanya raised her head. There were still traces of tears on her face, but her eyes had regained clarity and determination.
"My mother said she doesn't want to cause trouble for others. She won't wear mourning clothes or observe mourning. She...she probably doesn't want to stay here either."
She glanced at the red silk decorations for Erya's wedding, which were faintly visible in the distance. "Move it out. Find a quiet place so she can die in peace."
He looked at Lu Qiniang again and whispered, "Mom, there are other houses at home. Please arrange one for me. When night falls, I will take my mother there."
Lotus has always been strong all her life, fearing to cause trouble to others.
Even if she is no longer around, she would still be terrified if she caused trouble to others.
San Ya hopes that she will go quietly without any anxiety.
Lu Qiniang wanted to persuade her, but she also understood San Ya's concerns.
"...Okay, I'll let the butler arrange it."
The lotus was moved to a quiet courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
There was no grand funeral ceremony. Only the closest members of the Xiao family, including Liu Jian, silently kept vigil for her.
The night was dark and the candlelight flickered in the mourning hall.
San Ya knelt in front of the brazier and calmly burned paper money one by one.
The dancing flames reflected her quiet profile.
"Mother," she whispered, her voice particularly clear in the silent night, "Let me tell you about my life these years..."
"My parents treated me very well, just like their own child. My mother adopted me and never gave up on me, no matter how hard it was. My eldest sister taught me how to read and write, and my second sister always bought me delicious food..."
"Then I had my father. He taught me martial arts. Although my mother was worried, she supported me and I went to the northwest to lead the troops. I won several battles and the emperor appointed me a general... I'm doing well, really well. Don't worry about me..."
She spoke in a calm tone, as if she was telling someone else's story.
Lu Qiniang stood behind her and looked at the brazier, tears silently falling. Xiao Yan held her hand silently.
Liu Jian squatted beside San Ya, turning over the unburned paper money in the brazier with a stick.
Daya, Erya and Jiang Xuanyunting stood on both sides, with sad looks on their faces.
The family quietly accompanied San Ya, bidding farewell to this mother who had suffered so much and wanted to love her daughter but was unable to do so, and who left forever with regret and some comfort.
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