"Qing'er, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Luo Fengtang came to Yang Ruqing's side, supported her shoulders, and leaned down to question her.

Yang Ruoqing raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at him: "My stepmother, she's leaving..."

“Huh?”

Luo Fengtang was obviously surprised.

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"You were still talking a moment ago, weren't you?" he said.

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "That's just a dying ember..."

Luo Fengtang understood. Beside him, Cao Baimei also covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

In a short while, the three returned to the left wing room. Yang was truly gone.

"Second Mom!"

Yang Ruqing choked back a sob and buried her head, using the shroud to tidy up Yang’s belongings.

Ever since she traveled to this world, Yang, the woman, had given her the impression of being distant, unapproachable, and even hostile.

This woman is sharp-tongued, lazy, and sells shoddy goods.

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Although they were biological mother and daughter, there was no affection or fond memories between them, only mutual harm.

Logically speaking, Yang should be happy that she is dead.

But at this moment, Yang Ruqing didn't feel happy at all.

Why?

Yang's remarks were again sharp and sarcastic, after all, they were just trivial matters concerning a common woman from the countryside.

He is not a villain.

I have never committed murder or arson.

Now that she is dead, she is revered. All the bad impressions and memories have vanished.

“Your second mother is truly pitiful, even at the brink of death, she's still thinking about your cousin Lan’er.”

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Caobaimei helped Yang Ruoheng to lay out the body of her mother, while she wept softly.

“If only I had known she was a fading ember, I should have pretended to be your aunt and coaxed her into happiness, letting her depart peacefully...” she added.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing shook her head.

"If it comes, it comes. If it doesn't come, it doesn't. One can't pretend to be something they aren't." Yang Ruqing said.

In this world, no mother would ever mistake her own daughter for someone else.

“At first, I thought my stepmother was the most blessed among my mother's five sisters-in-law.”

"Back then, Old Yang's family hadn't split up, and the daughters-in-law were all working in the fields just like their husbands. But my second mother followed my second uncle to the town to be a housewife."

"With makeup on and wearing a fashionable dress popular among the town women, Lan'er, like a butterfly fluttering about, returned to the village with her. A crowd of people envied them."

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She, however, was the first among her sisters-in-law to leave.

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"My own precious daughter, whom I cherished so much, not even a last glimpse. Oh!"

Both people sighed.

Luo Fengtang came in from outside.

"Qing'er, is it done yet? The soldiers have arrived at the courtyard gate," he said.

Yang Ruqing said, "Okay."

Luo Fengtang came to the bed and looked at Yang's corpse, which had already been bound. He said, "Second Mother, don't panic, your nephew is sending you on your way."

Then, he bowed to Yang's corpse on the bed, bent down and lifted it up, quickly walked out of the room.

Yang Ruqing and Cao Bamie quickly followed and came into the courtyard.

Two fully armed soldiers, with only their eyes exposed, pushed a wooden cart.

Two corpses had already been placed on the wooden cart.

Then Yang was pushed up, and the soldiers pushed him away as they left.

"Where are they taking the bodies to?"

Cao Bajie asked.

Yang Ruqing shook her head.

"I don't know either."

Either they were taken to the back mountain and buried together, or... burned?

The patient was in their final throes, struggling for life. Even those who had not been infected lived in constant fear, dreading every passing moment.

Who has the time and energy to care about the whereabouts of the deceased?

At times like this, human life is worthless, just like chickens and dogs with bird flu or dog flu, disposable at will.

After Yang's death, the atmosphere in the small courtyard became even more oppressive.

Cao Bamie was never far from Yang Yongjin's side, closely watching his every move.

Meanwhile, Yang Ruqing was busy compounding the medicine.

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Ever since the plague arrived, she began to study recipes for medicine.

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Considering all aspects, the medicine prescriptions she has researched so far number in the double digits.

She had been taking turns brewing these ten types of medicine for Old Master Jin, Yang Shi, and Yang Yongjin to drink.

This was her first time encountering these things, and she was fumbling around in the dark.

It's a pity that I haven't found the remaining ingredient yet. Jin Fush and Er Ma have both passed away one after another.

Now, only Second Uncle is left.

Yang Ruqing put down the book in her hand and walked to the stove.

The medicine on the stove is almost done, I should take it to my second uncle.

Luofeng Tang walked in, "Qing'er, I'm here to help you with your medicine."

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Yang Ruqing hummed in response.

Carefully, the pungent and bitter medicinal juice was poured into a small bowl sitting beside it.

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I hope this medicine will work.

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At night, Cao Bamei insisted on staying in Yang Yongjin's room.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruqing had no choice but to return to their hut.

Yang Ruqing poured three bowls of the cooked preventative soup.

She gave one bowl to Luo Fengtang, she drank one bowl, and the remaining bowl she sent to Cao Babai.

Cao Baimei said, "Qing'er, don't prepare it for me, I don't need to drink."

Yang Ruqing said, "What's that?"

Cao Baimei looked at Yang Yongjin, who was already as thin as a skeleton in front of her: "If your second brother goes, I don't want to live either."

Yang Ruqing frowned: “Don't talk nonsense, drink the medicine down, quickly!”

Cao Baimei couldn't resist, so she took it and drank it.

After finishing her drink, she grabbed Yang Yongjin's hand and stared intently at the beloved person in front of her.

Yang Ruqing silently retreated.

Such a plague is extremely contagious.

Baimei guarded her second brother like this, sooner or later he would get sick. Drinking this preventative medicine, to be honest, she herself didn't know if it would work.

Perhaps, just seeking a psychological comfort.

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If it could really be prevented, Uncle Kim and Second Ma wouldn't have been infected, they wouldn't have died.

When the sky was about to lighten, Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang were awakened by Cao Baimei's cries.

"Bamei, what's wrong?"

Yang Ruqing sat up and asked Cao Baimei, who had rushed into the shed.

Cao Baimei wiped her tears, crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath.

"Qing'er, your second older brother, your second older brother has returned to the light, you go and have a look..."

"Ah?"

Yang Ruqing's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

She scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the shack, heading toward the main house.

On the right side of the room, Yang Yongjin truly did open his eyes as Cao Baimei had said.

When they rushed in, Yang Yongjin was struggling to turn his neck, as if he were surveying the room he was in.

"Second brother!"

Yang Ruqing called out and came to Yang Yongjin's side.

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Yang Yongjin's gaze returned, looking at the three familiar yet anxious faces before him.

Yang Yongjin squeezed out a weak smile: "Qinger, Tang Yazi, Baimei, you're all here..."

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"Second brother, don't speak first, drink the medicine and then talk."

Yang Ruqing quickly said.

Behind him, Luofengtang handed over a bowl of medicine.

Yang Yongjin shook his head.

"I don't want to drink for now, Baimei. Come here and help me sit up. My back aches after lying down for so long!" Yang Yongjin said.