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Mu Xinyue became even more confused after hearing Liu Ye's answer.
According to the custom here, when an elder in the family dies, he or she will be parked in the hall, and only when the younger generation has passed away, it will be parked outside.
Situ Hai is the eldest in the family. According to custom, his body should be parked in the hall. Why did he park his body in the back garden?
But Mu Xinyue didn¡¯t think much about it because she was not at home. How could the servants, Mu Xia and Shanshan know the customs? The younger generation must have thought it was unlucky to have the body at home, so they parked it in the back garden.
¡°Hey, it seems like this family really can¡¯t survive without her!
Mu Xinyue turned her eyes leisurely, suppressed the smile in her eyes, and walked towards the back garden.
On the way, Mu Xinyue noticed the clothes she was wearing, and after some hesitation, she still didn't change.
Since no one in the family is hosting the funeral, I'm afraid no one else will know the news. Who can I show it to when I change my clothes?
To be honest, she didn¡¯t want to wear mourning clothes for Situ Hai at all.
Mu Xinyue turned around and went out to the back garden, and happened to bump into Situ Ya who had just arrived.
Situ Ya has been suffering from rheumatism and bone disease all year round. When the weather is bad, she cannot walk smoothly. Today is a rainy day, so Situ Ya is sick again and inevitably lags behind her when walking.
When Mu Xinyue looked into her boss Situ Ya's eyes again, the last trace of fear in her eyes was gone.
¡°It¡¯s useless even if Situ Ya wants to complain to Situ Hai now. He has passed away, is it possible that he can turn into a ghost and come to find her?
She even went out to celebrate and drink on the day Mu Wanyue died. What should she be afraid of if Situ Hai died?
However, you still have to do some superficial work, lest Situ Ya also interferes when the inheritance is divided.
Although Situ Ya has entered Buddhism and has a pure heart, she does not believe that there are people in the world who are not moved by money.
"Sister." Mu Xinyue hid the pride in her eyes, pretended to wipe her tears and said, "You should have told me earlier. How can I accept this? What should I do in the future?"
Situ Ya said expressionlessly: "I asked you to do more good deeds before, but no one listened to me at all. When the funeral is over, you must do more good deeds and bear more good fruits."
Mu Xinyue pretended to agree: "Yes, I understand, eldest sister, after the funeral is over, I will donate to a Hope Primary School and do more good deeds."
Situ Ya nodded and said nothing more.
Even if she couldn't stand Mu Xinyue's actions anymore, Situ Qingshan had just died, so she should still take care of Mu Xinyue's thoughts to some extent.
Mu Xinyue saw that Situ Ya was uncharacteristically not speaking to her in a harsh tone, and thought that Situ Ya was defeated in front of her because Situ Hai was dead and had no support.
She felt proud in her heart, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised an imperceptible arc.
She said: "Sister, come here slowly, I'll go over and take a last look at him. After so many years of relationship, I have a lot to say to him."
"Go." Situ Ya waved her hand: "Go and take a last look at her."
Mu Xinyue said "hmm" with a faint look in her eyes, and walked quickly towards the back garden.
She couldn¡¯t wait to see Situ Hai for the last time and tell him, ¡°I¡¯ve tolerated you enough for so many years, and now I want to take back what belongs to me.¡±
The back garden is a hundred meters away from the main entrance of the villa. Mu Xinyue jogged all the way. When she was still ten meters away from the back garden, she suddenly heard the noise of many people talking.
She paused and looked at the crowd of people in the back garden in a daze, her gaze suddenly fixed - why are there so many people in the back garden? ! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com