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Grandma Yun's words startled Yun Heting, who was pretending to be heartbroken next to Chu Wanqing. He quickly looked at Chu Wanqing, hoping she hadn't heard him.

But he was clearly disappointed; Chu Wanqing had already heard it.

She raised her head and slowly stood up from the edge of the bed. Her clothes were stained with Yun Lang's blood, and her palms and cuffs were covered with dark red marks. She stared straight at Old Madam Yun, her voice hoarse and almost incoherent, yet every word was like a knife: "My son is dead! Lang-ge'er is dead! You only ask about the money?"

Grandma Yun met Chu Wanqing's bloodshot eyes and guiltily tried to deny it: "I...I didn't know Lang-ge'er...I thought..."

"Don't know? What a fine way of saying 'don't know'!" Chu Wanqing approached her step by step. "Jin'er had already switched Lang'er back! If Ping'an hadn't acted rashly, Lang'er wouldn't have died!"

Grandma Yun was startled by her gaze and took a half step back, leaning on her cane.

Yunxiu rushed forward, wiping away her tears as she supported the old lady, her voice choked with emotion, "Mother, please don't be angry. Grandmother is only worried about Lang'er, not just about the money. Don't get upset and harm your health..."

Seeing this, Liu Zhixue stepped forward and feigned concern, saying, "Madam, the old lady is old; she didn't mean it. Please accept my condolences..."

"Shut up!" Chu Wanqing turned her head sharply, her gaze fixed on Liu Zhixue's face like a knife. "My Yun family's affairs are none of your business, an outsider! Who do you think you are, to dare say such things in front of my son!"

Liu Zhixue's expression changed drastically, her fingers unconsciously clenching her handkerchief, but she still forced herself to say, "What makes you say that, Madam? Zhixue was merely trying to comfort you..."

Liu Zhixue's expression changed, she took two steps back, and ultimately said nothing more.

Yun Heting couldn't help but speak up: "Wanqing, calm down. Langge'er is my son, and I feel sorry for him too. I really didn't know about Ping An..."

"Don't know?" Chu Wanqing slowly turned to look at him, her eyes chillingly cold. "Yun Heting, you were the one who sent Ping An there. What did you send him to do? Do you really think I don't know? You risked Lang Ge'er's life for those few boxes of silver. Now that he's dead, you still have the nerve to say you don't know?"

Yun Heting opened his mouth, but could only manage to utter, "I... if I had known he would do this, I would never have let him go..."

Ping An rushed in from outside the door and knelt down with a thud, slapping his own face repeatedly: "Master, Madam, it's all Ping An's fault! Ping An is so sorry, Young Master!"

Yun Jin sneered from the side, "What's the use of saying all this? Ayan, I want this person."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingyan called out to the outside, "Jin Hu, take him away!"

Jin Hu responded and entered, dragging Ping An out.

Ping An burst into tears, wailing at Yun Heting, "Master! Master, save me! I've served you for so many years, I may not have done anything great, but I've certainly put in a lot of hard work!"

Yun Heting's face turned ashen, and he subconsciously took a step forward: "He didn't mean it after all..."

"Say one more word," Chu Wanqing glared at him, "and I'll make you die alongside him, to be buried with Lang Ge'er today!"

Yun Heting froze, no longer daring to speak.

Jin Hu dragged Ping An away like a dead dog. Yun Xiu and Liu Zhixue were both pale-faced and dared not utter a sound.

Xiao Jingyan nodded to Yun Jin and then turned and left.

Chu Wanqing turned around and walked back to the bedside.

Yun Lang lay on the bed, his face as white as paper, his eyes closed forever.

She leaned down and pressed her face against his cold face, tears falling drop by drop, but she couldn't make a sound.

Yun Jin walked to her side and said softly, "Mother, it's time to change Lang Ge'er's clothes. Let him go clean and tidy."

Chu Wanqing seemed not to hear.

Yun Jin held her hand and advised, "Mother, Lang Ge'er didn't get to go home properly when he was alive, now... now let him go in peace."

Chu Wanqing finally reacted. She slowly straightened up, looked at Yun Lang's calm face, and murmured, "Yes, change his clothes, he still has to go see his ancestors."

Yun Jin could no longer hold back. She turned her head and fiercely wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

The mansion quickly sprang into action. The servants changed into plain clothes, and the red lanterns under the eaves were taken down and replaced with white cloth and silk.

The entire mansion was silent, not a sound of laughter could be heard.

Fusheng hid in the corner, trembling with sobs. He didn't dare to go forward, only watching from afar as Yunlang was dressed in his burial clothes, constantly calling out "Young Master" softly.

The coffin was delivered overnight, and Yun Lang was carefully placed inside.

Chu Wanqing lay prostrate beside the coffin, refusing to get up, repeatedly murmuring, "Let me stay with him a little longer... let me stay with him a little longer..."

Grandma Yun was too old to withstand such exertion, so she returned to her courtyard with the help of Yun Xiu and Liu Zhixue.

Yunxiu supported the old lady, turning back every few steps, putting on a heartbroken appearance, but in the end she did not stay any longer.

Liu Zhixue also found an excuse to leave. Before leaving, she glanced back at the coffin in the courtyard and smiled slightly.

In the vast mourning hall, only Chu Wanqing, Yun Jin, Fu Sheng, and Chai Hu, who was ordered to keep watch at night, remained.

Yun Jin walked to Chu Wanqing's side, gently took her cold hand, and softly advised, "Mother, it's freezing cold, and Lang Ge'er wouldn't want you to ruin yourself like this. Let me take you back to your room. Chai Hu can stay here; we have guests coming tomorrow morning, so you must take care of yourself."

Chu Wanqing seemed not to hear, and remained motionless beside the coffin.

Yun Jin didn't urge her, but quietly stayed with her.

After a long while, Chu Wanqing slowly raised her head and looked at Yun Jin, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "Jin'er, you're all I have left."

Yun Jin's nose tingled, and she gripped her hand tightly, tears streaming down her face: "Mother, don't worry. I'll always be here."

She slowly helped Chu Wanqing up, and Qinghe and Bitao also came forward to help.

Chu Wanqing took one last look at the coffin, and finally gave up, letting Yun Jin help her back to Qingshui Garden.

After Yun Jin helped Chu Wan wash up, the mother and daughter entered the inner room. Chu Wan looked at Yun Jin and asked in a low, nervous voice, "Lang Ge'er..."

Yun Jin smiled and nodded: "Mother, don't worry, Ayan has made all the arrangements."

Chu Wanqing quickly stood up, her voice filled with urgency: "Quickly, take Mother to see him!"

(I need to take a break. I've been working long hours these past few days and I can't keep up anymore, so this is all I can post today.)