Nan Shiying forcefully overturned the table, while Ji Jinmo tried his best to restrain her.
It wasn't that he couldn't control himself, but he was afraid of hurting her if he used too much force.
Nan Shiying glared at Ji Jinmo, "At this time, can't you focus on what you should be focusing on?"
Ji Jinmo lowered his phoenix eyes, the corners of his eyes drooping, and said with a dejected expression, "I am focusing on what I should be focusing on!"
Nan Shiying was silent for two seconds.
She actually softened!
Under his clumsy acting!
Nan Shiying suddenly empathized deeply with those foolish emperors who betrayed the world for their concubines.
Nan Shiying sighed and released her grip on the low table.
The matter that Yu Chengxuan mentioned was still to be verified, but intuitively, Nan Shiying already believed it by ninety percent. However, she still couldn't figure out Yu Chengxuan's purpose for his actions during this period.
He seemed to be colluding with Nan Chaoyin, but it didn't seem quite like it. Yet, if he wasn't related to Nan Chaoyin, then why did all his actions ultimately benefit Nan Chaoyin?
Hui'an was right, Yu Chengxuan was an enigma, impossible to fathom or see through.
...
Jia Huan threw Madam Liu's limbs, eyeballs, nose, tongue, and ears together with the kitchen waste. The swill collector, carrying a wooden barrel full of swill as tall as a person, loaded it onto a cart and transported it to the pig farm.
Halfway there, he encountered servants from the Nan residence carrying a coffin towards the north gate. The swill collector pushed his cart slowly behind them. They only turned left upon reaching Xiangyi Street and entered an alley.
Even with the lid changed, the stench of the swill remained unbearable, the smell clinging to their backs like a shadow. The servants from the Nan residence cursed their bad luck.
Four servants, dressed in plain clothes, carried the four corners of the coffin. They dared not wear mourning attire, scatter paper money, or cry out in mourning, as silent as hired hands from a coffin shop receiving goods.
Madam Liu's crimes meant that besides being unable to be buried in the Nan family's ancestral grave, forbidden from entering the ancestral hall, and having no funeral, no mourning, or no memorial rites, she was only entitled to a four-person coffin when sent off, even if buried at Qingyun Temple.
The people from the Nan residence could not escort her.
She was celebrated by no one in life and sent off by no one in death.
The cycle of cause and effect, the retribution is inescapable!
After Madam Liu was buried at Qingyun Temple, there was nothing left but a handful of loess and a silk flower.
...
Nan Shiying stood before Madam Liu's grave and kicked away the only silk flower on the grave. The wind rolled the silk flower away.
Xiaoman squatted on the ground, digging at the soil with her hands, a short knife, and a wooden stick.
Xuan Yi held a shovel, momentarily speechless. Nan Shiying took the shovel from Xuan Yi's hand and patted Xiaoman's backside with the back of it. Xiaoman slowly looked up, glanced at Nan Shiying, and sensibly moved aside.
"Princess Consort, allow me to..."
Xuan Yi could not let Nan Shiying do it herself. If he hadn't been distracted just now, he wouldn't have let the Princess Consort take the shovel.
Nan Shiying glanced at him. Xuan Yi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, then retracted as if shocked, and he said no more about offering his service.
Nan Shiying forcefully plunged the shovel into the soil and then lifted it.
The freshly dug soil was loose, and Nan Shiying didn't need much effort to scoop up a shovel of dirt. Xiaoman quickly stood up, spitting out the dirt several times. She then pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and mixed her saliva with the soil to spit out any dirt that had gotten into her mouth.
The shovel quickly hit the coffin. Nan Shiying dug away the soil on the sides of the grave, Xuan Yi jumped down and pried open the coffin.