Chapter 149: Fulfilling Filial Piety

Although Yun Yao did not explicitly name the person, they already had a clear idea in their hearts.

"Brilliant!" Yun Shang could not help crying out.

Instantly, she let out a long breath of relief. It seemed she would be able to escape this disaster after all.

"But what method will you use to make Yun Zui die?" Dou Saiqi knew that since Yun Yao could survive in the inner palace, she must have countless grievances weighing on her hands, but she felt that Yun Zui was no longer the same Yun Zui of the past. How could it be so easy to push her to her death?

"Leave that to the kitchens." Yun Yao did not wish to elaborate further.

However, her words had already made their intentions clear.

Yun Yao was planning to use poison.

Yun Shang felt an even deeper surge of gratitude toward Yun Yao. Having such a ruthless sister was truly wonderful.

Because Yun Shang had threatened to unearth Yun Zui's mother's grave, it suddenly occurred to Yun Zui that she had never been to visit it even once.

Now that she possessed the memories of the former Yun Zui, she also held a certain degree of affection for that deceased mother.

The mother of the original Yun Zui bore the surname Mo, and her given name was Mo Shanshan.

Back in the Prime Minister's Estate, people of that time had always addressed her as Concubine Mo.

Having been dead for three years, aside from the people who were present at her burial, her grave had truly remained unattended for the past three years.

How utterly desolate.

Yun Zui had purchased traditional joss paper, and the amount she burned was almost enough to make up for the entire past three years.

Yun Zui had not allowed Chi Nie to follow her because she had things she wished to say solely to Mo Shanshan.

As she burned the paper, Yun Zui murmured, "I wonder if you truly have a soul lingering here?"

For a long time, apart from the crackling sound of the burning joss paper, there was no response.

Tall weeds had grown over Mo Shanshan's grave, and the dry, withered grass was instantly ignited by the flames of the joss paper.

"Let me just tell you, I am Yun Zui, yet I am not Yun Zui. I am sure you can understand what I mean..."

Since she was a person who had already passed away—someone quite extraordinary—perhaps Mo Shanshan was well aware of her rebirth through soul possession.

"Or perhaps you have already gone to reincarnate?" Yun Zui began to mutter foolishly to herself.

She continued tossing the joss paper into the fire incessantly, the flames gradually growing larger as ashes floated up into mid-air...

"Sigh, never mind, what is the use of saying all this? Just think of me as your daughter." Yun Zui felt a bit silly for actually talking to a grave mound about such things.

Having been dead for three years, she would have long since been reincarnated into human form; how could any soul possibly remain?

"If anyone dares to dig up your grave, feel free to go and frighten them in the middle of the night. There is no need to be afraid of the people from the Prime Minister's Estate, I will protect you!" Yun Zui rambled on just to have something to say.

There were no other graves in the immediate vicinity; Mo Shanshan's resting place could only be described as isolated and very lonely.

It was only after she had burned the joss paper that Yun Zui suddenly remembered she also needed to burn incense, so she immediately tossed the incense sticks right into the fire.

Then, she laid out fresh fruit and continued as if talking to herself: "The money used to buy these things is my own, not the Prime Minister's Estate's. I am here to show my filial piety, even though it is a bit late."

Still, there was no reply. Yun Zui threw the final batch of joss paper into the fire, then snapped off a nearby stalk of grass and stirred the flames with it to help the unburned paper burn more thoroughly.

"I am living very well... That is all, do not worry about me. Also, those bad people cannot bully me just because they want to, so please rest in peace."

Feeling that everything had been properly addressed, Yun Zui finally stood up. After a moment of thought, she knelt down and kowtowed three resounding times.

After all, Mo Shanshan could be considered half a mother to her, so kowtowing was only right and proper.

Taking her leave of Mo Shanshan, Yun Zui hurried off toward the bustling streets.