Chapter 1765 - 1703: Ancestral Rites
Chapter 1765: Chapter 1703: Ancestral Rites
After Hua Wushuang’s harsh reprimand, Khor Jun indeed became obedient and stopped bothering Wufu, even making sure not to appear in front of her, allowing Wufu the comfort of being a ’guest’.
Hua Wushuang’s actions undeniably conveyed a message to everyone—that Wufu and her sibling won his favor and affection. Anyone who’s dissatisfied with them or provokes them is being disrespectful to him.
As a result, those assigned to serve them became more diligent, while the servants not assigned to them maintained respectful attitudes, making Wufu feel quite at home.
During her stay with the Mei Family, Wufu became a young lady who only needed to enjoy food and drink, free from worries. Apart from caring for and exercising her body, she also amused Xiao Changsheng.
In these rare days of peace and tranquility, she received Ah Jiu’s letter of peace, which further settled her heart. With peace of mind, proper care, and persistent exercise, coupled with her youth, she soon regained her vitality, with her face showing more rosiness, delighting the maids serving her closely led by Purple Jade.
Since Madam’s passing, Wufu’s complexion had been poor—pale and thin. Now she looked well again, how could they not be happy?
Time flew by; soon it was Qing Ming season. Steward Mei sought a day and invited a renowned Taoist to perform a water and land ritual. Wufu and others accompanied Hua Wushuang to the Mei family ancestral tombs to pay respects to Old Lady Mei.
The Mei family’s ancestral tombs were located in a great auspicious location, with mountains at the back and facing the sea. It was a feng shui treasure chosen by sorcerers, where generations of Mei family ancestors were buried.
During Qing Ming ancestor worship, Wufu only paid homage to Old Lady Mei—her maternal grandmother in this physical body.
After clearing weeds and lighting incense candles, servants placed various fruits and items for the ceremony. Wufu stood aside, watching Hua Wushuang lift his robe and kneel on the prayer mat, first bowing three times, then starting to chant.
Words of not letting her down came out, mentioning finding her sisters, and some self-reproach for being late and not saving them, and so forth...
"Mother, I’ve brought them here, my sister and brother, to see you. Rest assured!" Hua Wushuang glanced at Wufu, his tone non-negotiable: "Come, bow to your maternal grandmother."
Wufu looked at the tombstone, which bore Old Lady Mei’s name, not prefaced with her husband’s surname—only her name, when she was born, and when she passed away.
Death transcends all, so Wufu had no reluctance, obediently kneeling on the mat and bowing three times, silently wishing: May you be reunited with your pitiful daughter, protect her from harm. If there’s a next life, may you reconnect as mother and daughter, and may you be the most loving mother to her.
A gust of wind blew, flickering the candle flames, as if someone had received the offering.
After bowing, Wufu glanced sideways, seeing Changsheng, held by Jadeite, being symbolically revered a few times, she pressed her lips together lightly.
She turned back, half-kneeling, took an incense stick, lit it, raised it in salute three times, and solemnly inserted it in front of the tombstone.
Accept this incense from me, fulfilling a piece of familial affection.
Hua Wushuang watched her, a slight smile curling his lips, showing a hint of gratification.
He was actually most afraid that Wufu might be unwilling, causing a disturbance at the ceremony, but it seemed his worries were unfounded. This child might have a sharp tongue, yet deep down, she remained soft.
That’s favorable—if a person were cold and hard inside and out, they’d be exhausted and lonely. It’s better to be relentless when necessary, and soft when needed, which is just right.