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But at this moment, the little girl's big eyes were instantly filled with crystal tears.

"Wow..."

She suddenly burst into tears.

"Old Gaga is so pitiful, ohhh..."

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Yang Ruqing leaned down and hugged Luo Bao's soft little shoulders.

When her father is away, it's perfectly fine for her to hold her daughter close and cry.

Luo Babao was originally crying, but when he saw Yang Ruqing crying too, she suddenly stopped crying. She even reached out her little hand and patted Yang Ruqing on the back gently, "Mother don't cry, I still have Grandma. From now on, I will let Grandma take care of you."

Though childish, the words flowed into Yang Ruqing's heart like a warm stream.

"Good, good!" Yang Ruqing nodded.

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Baby Luo lifted her little hand to wipe Yang Ruoqing's tears, "Mother lost Grandma, but Mother still has me. Didn't you say I am your close-fitting cotton-padded jacket?"

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"Yes, you are my caring little cotton-padded jacket!" Yang Ruqing said.

Baby Luo suddenly puffed out his cheeks again and spread out his hands.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to hug me? Come on, baby, I’m giving you a chance.”

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Yang Ruqing was taken aback, and quickly reached out to hug Luo Bao in her arms, kissing her face covered in rashes.

Luò Bǎobǎo said, “I let you hold me, it’s because I forgave you. Now don’t cry anymore, okay!”

"It's ugly for adults to cry. If you become ugly, my father won't want you anymore. He'll bring back a beautiful wife from outside, and then you'll have to cry."

Yang Ruqing’s originally sad mood was lifted by Luo Baobei's consoling words, making her laugh.

“Your father wouldn't either, he treasures your mother dearly. Back when your mother was round as a ball, he didn't even bat an eye!” Yang Ruqing wiped away her tears and straightened her spine to argue.

Luo Babao pouted and put on a dismissive look, "Mother, even if Father wouldn't dislike you, my father is so handsome, when the time comes and you cry ugly, there will be so many beautiful young ladies who will have eyes for my father. I definitely don't want to change mothers, please don't cry, be good..."

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Yang Ruqing was speechless.

At this moment, Tuo Ba Xian also happened to enter the room with a pot of hot water.

“Come, take a bath,” said Tuoba Xian.

Okay!

Yang Ruqing responded and stood up, holding Luo Baobei in her arms.

“Baby, Mama's here to give you a bath. Mama will also give you a bath at night, but Mama has to take two days off from being with you.” Yang Ruqing said.

"You're just back and already leaving again?" Luo Baobei suddenly felt a little unhappy, mostly because she didn't want to be apart from him.

Yang Ruqing said while bathing her, "Mother will accompany you to send Grandma's remains back home to Sunjiagou with your grandfather and uncles for burial."

"These two days, you stay at home and be good. Listen to Grandma, alright? In two days when your mother comes back, she'll make it up to you, okay?" Yang Ruoqing bargained.

Luò Bǎobǎo said, "Must mother go?"

Yang Ruqing nodded firmly, "That's my grandmother, I have to see her off on her final journey. If you weren't sick with chickenpox and couldn't go out, you should have gone with your elder brother Zhi as well."

Luo Baobei hung her head, her index fingers lightly touching each other, in deliberation.

Yang Ruqing yielded to advance: "Baby, Mama knows you have chickenpox now, your body is itchy, and you just want Mama to be with you."

"If you really don't want to, I won't go..."

“Go on, Mother.” Luo BaoBao interrupted Yang RuoQing’s words.

“You go to see Old Grandma Ga's off on her last journey. Be a good child, wait at home for mama to come back.” she said.

"Baby, thank you!"

Yang Ruqing could no longer hold back and hugged Luo Baobei again in her arms.

Yang Ruqing skillfully and expertly bathed Luo Babao, applied medicine to the rashes on her body, and then changed her into clean and comfortable clothes before finally carrying her to bed.

The bed was covered with a cool mat, and the large basin in the middle of the room contained ice dug from the cellar. The house was cool and comfortable, entirely unlike the sweltering heat outside.

“Mom, sleep with me. Wait until I fall asleep and then you can leave.” Luo Bao’bao tugged at Yang Ruohua’s sleeve, begging softly.

Yang Ruqing nodded and lay down beside him, propping her head up with one hand and gently patting Luo Bao's back with the other.

“Mother, sing me a song to sleep.” Luo Baobei made another request.

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"Mother's heart is saddened right now, unable to sing. Perhaps Mother should tell you a story instead."

"Well, I haven't heard Mother tell a story in ages."

Luo Bao turned his body, facing Yang Ruohqing. His bright eyes were full of joy.

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Yang Ruqing curled her lips, rummaged through her mind for a story, and began to tell it:

“This story is called, The Cat in Boots. Once upon a time, there were three brothers...”

When the story was over, Baby Luo became quiet.

The little person was lying on their side, their cheeks squashed into tiny buns.

Her small mouth was slightly open, and a serene smile graced her face.

A small hand tightly gripped Yang Ruohong's sleeve, as if afraid she would run away.

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This made Yang Ruoqing really reluctant to get up and leave. At this impasse, Tuo Ba Xian came in again.

She first glanced at the sleeping Luó Bǎobǎo in bed, and then said to Yáng Ruòqíng: "I went for a walk around the Sun family next door earlier. At this moment, your mother and your aunt are sitting in the spirit hall."

“Your mother told me to tell you to take a break and not rush over.”

"Qing'er, you haven't closed your eyes for a whole day and night. You have to leave for Sunjia Gou in the second half of the night today. Why don't you take this opportunity to have a nap."

"Even if I slept for an hour or two, it would be good. After going to Sunjiagou, I still have to work hard and use my brain. Besides..."

Tuobahuan's gaze fell on Luo Baobao's small hand that was tightly clutching Yang Ruoheng's sleeve.

“She’s holding on so tight. If you leave, you’ll startle her again. Just stay here and sleep for a while, keep her company.”

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Tuoba Xian's last few words truly made Yang Ruohua's heart ache.

I don't really feel like a good girl.

"Well, I'll take a nap too, mother. If anyone comes looking for me later, remember to call me." Yang Ruqing said.

Tuobah Xian nodded. "Alright, I'll do some sewing in the next room. You get some sleep. I'm going out now."

At the hour of Tzu, the coffin was prepared.

When laying Yang Huazhong in state, they followed Yang Ruqing's suggestion and put ice in the coffin to keep him cool.

With this hot weather, Old Mrs. Sun's body is estimated to arrive at Sunjiagou in the morning tomorrow.

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At the ancestral hall of Sunjiagou, one has to stay for a day and night before Taoists can enter to conduct rituals. The next morning, they will be sent to the family's ancestral burial ground for burial.

Thus calculated, the body would really rot. With ice cubes to suppress it, Yang Ruqing could only delay it a little.

She originally planned to suggest cremation and then transport the ashes back to Sunjiagou, so she wouldn't have to worry about them spoiling.

But the old man said, Gaga must be buried and not cremated. There's no reason to cremate her.

Yang Ruqing understood this, after all, this was ancient times, not modern times.