When Yang Yi returned to the Wanbin Building, Mrs. Ning had not yet left, so he purposely went upstairs to greet her.
"Why haven't you gone back yet, elder sister?"
"I was waiting for you," Mrs. Ning immediately stood up, "I'm relieved to see you back safe. I've had hot water prepared and a warm night meal is waiting for you there."
Yang Yi felt very apologetic, "I didn't expect you to worry so much, elder sister. It was reckless of me."
"No need to say that," Mrs. Ning smiled, "Anyway, there's nothing much to do when I go back, and I often return late because of account checks."
Speaking of this, she asked with concern, "How are Mr. Guan and his son's graves?"
Yang Yi nodded, "When I retrieved their remains from the fire, I discreetly buried them in Longquan Temple. I set a stone tablet under the soil. When I went there tonight, the mound wasn't disturbed; the monks in the temple probably still don't know."
"Should we find another hill to properly re-bury them?"
