There was a mourning hall set up in the He family shop. He's mother was supported by two women on the left and right, and she fainted from crying several times.

Father He was also in tears. He couldn't stand at all. He seemed to have lost his soul while sitting on the stool.

Relatives and friends of the He family helped with funeral arrangements.

Xiao An, dressed in white, knelt in front of Father He, holding the blood-stained tea cake high above his head with both hands.

"Uncle He, this is the oil tea that Qingsong bought for you..."

His voice was choked and his hands were shaking.

Father He's eyes slowly fell on the oil tea cake that his son had sacrificed his life for, the corners of his lips trembled, and old tears burst into his eyes again.

The little sister of the He family stood aside, raising her hand to cover her mouth, calling her brother's name in her heart, her pale little face already covered with tears.

Mother He suddenly broke away from the support of the people around her, rushed to Xiao An like crazy, knocked the oil tea cake to the ground, grabbed Xiao An's clothes with both hands, and roared like a mother animal that had just lost her cub: "I don't want it."

Oil tea cake, I want my son, please give me back my green pine!"

Xiao An was pulled and swayed left and right. In the chaos, his face was scratched by He's mother's nails, causing blood to flow.

Mother He refused to let go, pulling and stamping her feet like crazy, shouting incoherently: "... pay for my son!"

Everyone hurriedly pulled her away, and Father He also stood up with force, "You two pull her to the backyard."

In the chaos, the oil tea cake fell to the ground and fell at everyone's feet.

He Xiaomei hurriedly picked up the oil tea cake in the crowd and stepped away, carefully patted the dust off, and held it tightly in her arms.

Mother He was taken to the backyard, and the crying and cursing gradually faded away.

In the mourning hall, He's father helped Xiao An up and looked at the wounds on his face. He's father was sad and guilty.

"Don't worry about your aunt's words. Qingsong is her life and heart. She can't bear this blow for a while..."

Xiao An nodded silently and choked with sobs: "It's not my fault, I'm responsible!"

Father He just shook his head, patted Xiao An's shoulder feebly, turned around and sat back dejectedly, staring at the jar of He Qingsong's ashes on the table with a sad expression.

From day to night, Xiao An stayed in the He family mourning hall and didn't go anywhere.

Diagonally across from Hejia Shop, he was sitting by the window on the second floor of a teahouse, and a pair of eyes were always watching what was going on opposite.

The tea in the teapot on the table in front of me had cooled down several times. When it was cooled down, it was replaced with freshly brewed hot tea.

The waiter came over again with freshly brewed hot tea and several exquisite snacks.

He glanced at the table and saw that the snacks and tea from before were still untouched.

How can the female guest be so rich? She just orders tea and snacks here for a whole day without touching anything. How much does this cost?

The waiter cursed in his heart, but still respectfully replaced the hot tea and snacks on his face: "Your Majesty, please take your time."

The female guest didn't react at all to his words, and still looked thoughtfully at the street downstairs.

The man standing behind her like a bodyguard waved his hand, and the waiter quickly looked away, bowed and left.

"Sister, it's getting dark soon, what are our plans next?" Liu Xueyun asked in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing finally responded. She withdrew her gaze, picked up the tea bowl in front of her and slowly turned it in her hand.

"Xiao An probably won't come out tonight. Let's go back to Tianxiang Tower first and come back tomorrow."

In front of Xiao An, she would not forcefully say that she wanted to come.

But not long after Xiao An left, she quickly chased after him.

Without him watching, she doesn't feel at ease, and neither does her parents.

Tianxiang Tower.

We had dinner with Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongqing.

They all also heard about Xiao An and He Qingsong, and there was a sigh of relief at the dinner table.

Yang Yongqing said: "Why don't you call Xiao An out? It would be nice if you and your family don't eat him alive. Can you still take care of dinner and accommodation if you stay there?"

Yang Huazhou glared at Yang Yongqing, "What time has it been? Do you think Xiao An still cares about how he is treated?"

Yang Ruoqing also said: "The white-haired people of the He family are sending the black-haired people away. It's a time to overcome difficulties. Xiao An stayed there because he wanted to make some new experiences. I can't take him out, and he won't come out with me.

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Yang Yongqing shook his head, "It's so miserable. He Qingsong is really a man, but our Xiao An is not bad either. He fought with a pack of wolves for several days, just to prevent the wolves from eating He Qingsong's body. That's awesome.

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Yang Huazhou smiled bitterly: "How can I talk about this matter? Our Xiao An almost died in it, but we can't say more about this matter. After all, He Qingsong is dead, but we Xiao An are alive. Now, we can only hope

While the He family expresses condolences and accepts the change, please don’t embarrass us Xiaoan too much."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I think so too. Xiao An has been feeling very burdened during this period. He used to be so fond of talking and laughing, but now he hardly talks."

"I hugged He Qingsong's ashes in the urn every day without saying a word, and put it on the bed when I slept. My parents also suffered."

Yang Yongqing put a chicken leg in his bowl, curled his lips and said: "After all, we, Xiao An, still value love and righteousness. When it comes to power, let alone He Qingsong voluntarily died for Xiao An to prevent disasters.

Even if you are stabbed by our Xiao An, with Qing'er and Tangyazi's power, who would dare to make things difficult? There are so many rich, powerful and evil people in this world!"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Yang Yongqing dissatisfied: "You can't say that, you have to be reasonable."

Yang Huazhou slapped his chopsticks directly, "I can't even stuff your mouth with chicken drumsticks. The He family has been wiped out, so what are you talking about?"

Yang Yongqing smiled coquettishly, picked up the chicken leg and took a big bite: "Okay, okay, I won't tell you if I don't tell you."

Yang Ruoqing was not in the mood to eat, so she discussed this with Yang Huazhou and decided to burn incense sticks in the name of Tianxiang Tower.

"Originally, my father wanted to come with Xiao An, but Xiao An refused to let him go."

"I will come forward to burn incense when the time comes. I am Xiaoan's fifth uncle, and I can also represent the parents." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I'll go too when the time comes, and I'll ask Xiaoyu to go with us."

Ning Su was He Qingsong's best friend, both in public and private matters. Yang Ruoqing felt it was appropriate to go to He's house with Xiao Yu.

And because Xiaoyu is He Qingsong's wife at Shangfeng, for Xiaoyu's sake, even if someone in the He family is dissatisfied, it would be hard to kick her out.

That's how things are settled for now.

The next day, before Yang Ruoqing had time to go to Ning's house to look for Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu took the initiative to come to Tianxiang House to look for Yang Huazhou.

Surprisingly, Xiao Yu was excited to see Yang Ruoqing there.

"I heard Ning Su come back last night and talk about He Qingsong and Xiao An. I couldn't sit still at the moment. I wanted to come over quickly to meet with my fifth uncle to discuss how you arranged the funeral."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Xiaoyu's swollen belly and smiled gratefully at Xiaoyu: "It's hard for you. You have to worry about our family's affairs even though your body is affected."
Chapter completed!