Just like when she arrived, Shen Hua left quietly.
The He Family surely wouldn't care about her whereabouts, only pleased that Yang Yu had driven her away in a timely manner for the marriage to He Yuan.
It was still Yingwu driving the horse.
Having slept late last night and risen early today, Shen Hua simply pulled over the blanket to take a nap. But just as she closed her eyes, a commotion erupted outside.
The wailing was so desolate that it made one's heart quiver.
"Lady Wang, listen to my advice. Your son Tu Yao's corpse has started to rot and stink, he's dead and should be buried; why do you persist? Going to the government office every day isn't the solution. Do you mean to let your son not rest in peace until the culprit is captured?"
"He died unclearly; if I don't seek justice for him, who will?"
The person on the ground sat paralyzed, her hair unkempt and voice shrill.
"Rely on the government office?"
