Just when the original owner had nowhere to turn for help, Mo Yun brought silver, hired a matchmaker, wrote a letter of engagement, and gave enough silver for burial as a betrothal gift.
The next day, the original owner married here. Mo Yun lifted her veil and followed the soldiers. The original owner took care of Mo Yun's bedridden mother for more than two years. Before leaving, the old woman pulled the original owner and asked her to remarry. Her son had not sent any news for so long, and the old woman felt that her son was dead. She did not want this beautiful woman to live a lonely life as a widow.
Then, after the original owner struggled with her thoughts for more than half a year, until she ran to the edge of the field and still hadn't figured out whether or not to listen to her mother-in-law, Shi Lan arrived.
After reading this memory, Shi Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she arrived in time. If she had arrived even a little later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Thinking back to Mo Yun standing under the crooked tree with a fierce expression, Shi Lan felt a chill run down her spine. If the original owner had said something to Yuan Lang at that time, and Mo Yun, who had just returned, had heard it, even if she wouldn't divorce her because she was serving her mother until the end, their relationship would certainly not be close. In addition, with the covetous Zhou Yuxiu stirring things up, the original owner's ending would probably not be good.
After figuring these things out, Shi Lan subconsciously turned to look at Mo Yun, only to find the bed empty. She reached out and touched it; it was already cold, indicating that Mo Yun had been up for some time.
Two knocks came from the door, and Aunt Wang's voice came through the door, "Madam, the master is asking if you are up yet? He would like to go with you to pay respects to the old lady."
Shi Lan hurriedly climbed out of the covers, frantically ruffled her messy hair, and said, "Get up, I'll be right out."
As the footsteps outside faded into the distance, Shi Lan quickly jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed), folded the quilt, and tidied herself up as fast as possible before opening the door and coming out.
Aunt Wang had already prepared breakfast. Mo Yun sat at the table, his dark eyes fixed on her.
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