Chapter 40
Xu gritted her teeth and said, "Am I wrong? What I said is the truth! Her mother is a bitch, and so is she!"

The old lady was so angry that she picked up her crutches and was about to hit Mrs. Xu.

The originally solemn and orderly ancestral hall suddenly became chaotic.

Wei Qing smiled suddenly. It was a familiar and kind face, but it made people feel like he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Xu dodged the old lady, and shouted at her angrily: "What the hell are you laughing at?!"

Wei Qing took two steps towards her, and the inadvertently revealed strength forced Xu to take two steps back.

Wei Qing said to her: "The future will be long, you are also a mother, you also have a daughter, don't you?"

Mrs. Xu was about to curse, but Wei Qing stared straight at her, and said: "Don't end up like my mother later."

Under her gaze, Xu's heart choked, and he found that he couldn't swear anymore.

After finishing speaking, Wei Qing took a few steps back, turned around and faced the old lady again.

"It seems that my mother is not what my father said. She committed suicide out of fear of crime. But grandma, you came to ask my mother to marry me. You don't know what kind of person she is? The vows made back then She is still here, but you let her die unhappily, and finally she was lying in a barren mountain and wild grave." Wei Qing smiled and nodded, his eyes were watery and reddish, but extremely cold, "Excellent, really excellent!"

The old lady was shocked, and looked at Wei Qing with an old and pale face.

Wei Qing had already turned around and walked away. She couldn't see the expression on her face, but she said again: "I just don't know. After so many years, how can grandma's conscience be at ease? Did you ever have a nightmare, even once, at night?"

One day, the truth will emerge.

At that time, she wanted to see, where else could these filthy people from the Wei family pour their dirty water with their filthy hearts? !
The old lady behind her rolled her eyes and staggered to the ground.A group of people hurried forward to help and shout.

Wei Qing didn't stop for a moment, and he didn't look back.

The old lady was sent back to the courtyard, and it took her a while to recover. When she thought of Wei Qing's eyes and expression, and what she said, her hands and feet still couldn't stop getting chills.

Mrs. Xu knew that she had caused trouble, so she calmed down now.

Later Wei Qing asked where her mother was buried, and the old lady could no longer hide it from her, so she told her the location of the cemetery in the barren hills outside the city.

Anyway, Miao Lan used to be a noble daughter of a famous family in Beijing, and also Wei Qing's biological mother.

Now that Wei Qing is back, even though Miao Lan is no longer the daughter-in-law of the Wei family, it is reasonable for her to go to worship her biological mother.

If the old lady stopped her, she would seem to have a ghost in her heart.

Yilan went to help Wei Qing prepare things for worship, including incense sticks and paper money.

For five years, since Miao Lan's death, no one from the Wei family has paid homage to her.The people who served Miao Lan in the past had already been sold by Wei Cishu before Miao Lan's accident.

The old lady found a servant of Xiaolu, and drove Wei Qing to the barren hills outside the city in a carriage.

How cold is a person's heart, that after forcing his first wife to death, he didn't even give him a mausoleum, but buried him in a barren mountain forty miles away.

Was it because she was afraid that her mother would find her way back to him?

The carriage slowly drove out of the city, and there was a section of the official road that was very difficult to walk. It was wobbly and bumpy, and there was a big hole in the middle of the road. Passed smoothly.

Wei Qing sat in the crude carriage, swaying from side to side, rubbing the yellow paper money in his hand, as if nothing had happened.

At the foot of the barren mountain, Wei Qing got out of the carriage and walked up the mountain with sacrificial supplies.

After her mother died, she was sent to the countryside while she was still on vigil.She didn't even have time to send her mother off for the last time.

She had thought that although she hadn't seen her deceased mother for many years, even though she had not died well, at least she could be buried properly, and at least there would be a roof to place her spiritual seat.

She waited, waited until the day when Wei's family opened the shrine, and went in to offer incense to her mother, but she didn't expect that what was waiting was the result of her mother being buried in a barren hill in a random grave.

Wei Qing never showed any expressions of joy or anger, but at this moment, her complexion was gloomy, her eyes were piercingly cold, as if thunder clouds were rolling past in a snowy sky.

The weeds here are waist-high and drown the way up the hill.

The servants were afraid that there would be snakes, insects, rats and ants under the weeds so deep, so they timidly followed Wei Qing, but Wei Qing opened the way ahead.

When I got to the mountain, I looked up and saw that under the weeds all over the mountain, I could vaguely see small bumps piled up one by one.

There is no erected stele in front of the soil bag, so I don't know who is who.

What is the difference between this barren hills and wild graves and mass graves!
Her mother, Miao Lan, is the first daughter of the Miao family!It was your wife who came back after praying for so much, Wei Cishu, how dare you leave her in this barren mountain!
She didn't know whether the anger rising in her heart came from herself or from the former Wei Qing.All she knew was that it was a physical and mental instinct.

Wei Qing turned his head to stare at the servant, who was frightened by her eyes and backed away.

Wei Qing said in a low voice, "Which grave is my mother buried in?"

The house servant looked at the barren hills and graves everywhere, and couldn't tell them apart for a while.

He was about to stretch out his hand to point at random, so that Wei Qing would finish the job after paying his respects, but as soon as he stretched out his finger, Wei Qing tilted his head and moved his neck, making bone sounds, which could be heard very clearly in the wind blowing.

Wei Qing said quietly: "You only have one chance, think it through before answering."

Her eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, and the servant swallowed, probably swallowing the saliva casually, and began to think about it seriously.

When Miao Lan was buried, he was the one who led the way to this mountain.

These grave mounds have been covered with weeds over the years, and some of them have been weeded and there are traces of worship.I think there are people with names and surnames like Miao Lan who come to this place to be buried, and there are still people in the world who remember it.

The servant searched for a while, stood in front of a grave scratching his head irritably, and said, "I remember it was here..."

And the weeds on the grave had obviously been removed, and the newly grown grass was only an inch or two high.There are traces of burnt joss sticks and paper money in front of the grave.

Wei Qing knelt down slowly in front of the grave, seeing that the fruits enshrined on the ground were almost rotten, but he could vaguely recognize some oranges.

Wei Qing still remembered that her mother loved oranges the most.

I don't know who enshrined the oranges. When Wei Qing raised his head and looked at the grassy and emerald grave, his nose was sour.

Wei Qing smiled and said, "Mother, oranges are out of season, not this time."

Wei Qing lit the joss stick and burned all the paper money in a leisurely manner.

From the moment she opened her eyes and came into this world, she was already Wei Qing in this world.She can't stop what happened in the past, she can only do it, Wei Qing in the future will never be manipulated by others.

So her mother should be able to rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)

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