Upon hearing this, Cheng Muyun sneered.
"So, you're waiting here not to see Wenjun off on her final journey, but to add more trouble to her life?"
Cheng Muyun took a step forward, pressing close to Old Master Cheng's body, looking down at him as if he were about to push away this nuisance at any moment.
Old Master Cheng was not afraid of Cheng Muyun at all. With so many people watching, Cheng Muyun wouldn't dare to do anything.
"Yes, unmarried women cannot be buried in the ancestral graveyard; this is a rule from our ancestors."
Xu Zhuohua was furious, but judging from Cheng Muyun's reaction, this absurd rule didn't seem to be fake.
Her anger intensified. This cannibalistic old society had driven this poor woman to her death and wouldn't even let her rest in peace!
"Cheng Muchuan isn't married either, so why is he allowed to be buried in the ancestral grave?" Xu Zhuohua practically roared.
Grandpa Cheng glanced at Xu Zhuohua disdainfully, "Mu Chuan is a male, how can that be the same?"
Xu Zhuohua retorted, "How is it different? Who didn't crawl out from under a woman's crotch?"
In the eyes of Old Master Cheng, these remarks were utterly outrageous!
He raised his cane, pointed it at Xu Zhuohua, and cursed, "How could my Cheng family marry such a rebellious woman like you?"
Xu Zhuohua crossed her arms. "I just can't understand how the Cheng family could have such a pedantic old man like you, stopping your own granddaughter's funeral procession. It's utterly heartless!"
Old Master Cheng was so angry that he felt like he was about to choke on his own blood.
The reason an old bastard is an old bastard is because he takes advantage of his age to do whatever he wants.
He believed that no one would dare to criticize him for what he did, and that once people lose their moral constraints, they will turn into scoundrels and rascals.
"...You...you...unworthy descendant!"
This kind of insult, which is even less effective than a tickle, had virtually no impact on Xu Zhuohua.
She rolled her eyes dismissively. "Yes, I'm unfilial. It's because you're disrespectful to your elders that I act this way!"
Xu Zhuohua is probably the first person today to openly criticize his elders for being "disrespectful to their elders".
All eyes turned to them.
If it were an ordinary woman, she would have already committed suicide by drowning herself out of shame.
But Xu Zhuohua didn't. Those who should drown themselves are those feudal old men who use feudal ethics to seek their own benefit!
Those who should be the silent bystanders enjoying the fruits of women's labor are the ones who truly appreciate them.
Only those who benefit from the status quo remain silent; they cleverly conceal themselves in every era.
Old Master Cheng was so angry that he could not stand steadily, and the servants beside him quickly helped him up.
"You bastards! Today I am here, and no one is allowed to enter the Cheng family's ancestral graves. Unmarried women who committed suicide or died violent deaths are absolutely not allowed to enter the ancestral graves!"
Cheng Muyun wanted to step forward to argue, but Liang Shaozun grabbed her arm.
Liang Shaozun had a white silk ribbon tied around his forehead, his face filled with sorrow. He really didn't want Cheng Wenyun to suffer this torment any longer.
“Brother Mu Yun, Wen Yun is already engaged to me, so let her be buried in the Liang family’s ancestral tomb.”
Old Master Cheng snorted coldly, "The Liang family is not bad either. Wenjun has found a good home."
Liang Shaozun suddenly grabbed Old Master Cheng's collar; this was the first time in his life he had lost control of his emotions.
His voice trembled: "You're the one who killed Wenyun, I will never let you get away with this!"
Old Master Cheng curled his lips and slowly pushed Liang Shaozun's hand away, saying, "Originally, I would have released Wenyun in a few years, but who knew you would be in such a hurry? You are the culprit."
Liang Shaozun was stunned. He had thought the same thing after Wen Yun died.
If I hadn't rushed to find Madam Cheng and hadn't given Cheng Wenjun hope, would none of this have happened?
Xu Zhuohua stepped forward and shook Liang Shaozun's shoulder. "What are you thinking? Liang Shaozun, these are all excuses. This old bastard will definitely not let Wenyun go. He will keep dragging Wenyun into old age. He will not be merciful!"
Liang Shaozun looked helplessly at Xu Zhuohua, "Really?"
Xu Zhuohua was somewhat exasperated, "Have you ever seen a murderer who can turn back from the dead? Once you decide to start something like this, there's no end to it!"
Xu Zhuohua tried her best to keep her voice down so that the funeral procession wouldn't hear and to protect Cheng Wenyun's reputation.
But the lower he lowered his voice, the more frustrated he felt.
Why should I put up with this old bastard's temper!
Then, Xu Zhuohua turned to Old Master Cheng, lowered his voice, and said through gritted teeth, "With such a despicable descendant as you, the Cheng family is truly in turmoil."
Grandpa Cheng was so angry that he clutched his chest, leaned back, and gasped for breath.
Cheng Muyun pursed his lips, glanced at his watch; the time for the burial was approaching.
With a cold face, he pushed Old Master Cheng to the side of the road without saying a word, signaling the funeral procession to continue.
"Who said Wen Yun is an unmarried woman? Liang Shaozun married into the Cheng family, and he will be buried with Wen Yun after his death."
Old Master Cheng shoved Cheng Muyun, "How could that be? Liang Shaozun is the only son of the Liang family, how could he possibly marry into the family?"
Cheng Muyun looked at Liang Shaozun, "What do you think?"
Liang Shaozun bowed and said, "I couldn't ask for more."
Old Master Cheng shoved Cheng Muyun aside and pointed at the three of them, yelling, "You're all insane! You're all crazy!"
Xu Zhuohua frowned, and the mournful sound rang out again. She looked up at the paper money flying all over the sky.
This world has gone mad.
The passing of a loved one is like a long, humid rainy season.
The white banner of the Cheng family has long been taken down, but the white banner in everyone's heart has always remained.
Madam Cheng was bedridden for a month, but her condition finally improved on the day the cold winter arrived.
That day was Cheng Wenyun's forty-seventh birthday.
Since the heavy rain that led to Cheng Wenyun's suicide, each autumn rain has brought a chill, and on the 47th day after that, frost arrived.
Xu Zhuohua squatted in front of Cheng Wenyun's tombstone and lit a pile of paper money.
The flames suddenly shot up, making her face feel very hot.
As a staunch materialist, Xu Zhuohua now hoped that Cheng Wenyun could live a freer life over there.
"Everything is fine at home. Mother is better now. Father is busy with work. Your second brother recently returned to Dongzhou, so only I am here to see you."
Xu Zhuohua murmured to herself, her eyes reflecting a fiery red light, "Wenyun, the old man is sick. Could you do your best over there and make sure he doesn't make it through the winter? Okay?"
A soft laugh suddenly came from behind.
Xu Zhuohua turned around and saw Liang Shaozun.
Since Cheng Wenyun's death, Liang Shaozun has given up on becoming Liang Shaozun. He has become very mature, and the dashing look between his brows has vanished, replaced by a faint sadness.
He became very quiet.
No one doubted that it was reasonable for his fiancée to have died suddenly and his personality to have changed drastically.
But Xu Zhuohua always felt that Liang Shaozun had a kind of 'death aura' about him. He seemed to have no attachments and didn't care if he died the next second.
Liang Shaozun took out the prepared paper money, and the flames in front of the two of them leaped even higher.
Xu Zhuohua looked at Liang Shaozun, whose face was red from the firelight. His brows were furrowed and his lips were tightly pursed.
A bitter feeling welled up inside her, and she said, "I still don't know your real name."
Liang Shaozun kept adding paper money to the fire, and whispered, "Liang Yuanfu."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
