Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 715: Warm Home (1)_1

Chapter 715: Chapter 715: Warm Home (1)_1

Today was the day of Lady Mei’s funeral. Before daybreak, Mu Zhongqing personally went to Baoguo Temple to welcome Lady Mei’s coffin for burial. By the time he arrived, Huo Yuan was already present. He was standing in the ancestral hall clad in plain clothes, listening to the temple’s masters recite the "Pure Land Rebirth Mantra".

Lady Mei’s tomb was chosen on Zixia Mountain, on the western outskirts of the capital. Huo Yuan had consulted Master Fahua from Baoguo Temple for the selection, which was said to have an excellent Feng Shui that would bless the deceased with a swift entrance to paradise and provide flourishing prosperity and wellness to her descendants.

Following the customs of Great Jin, funerals took place before dawn. After the masters completed reciting the "Pure Land Rebirth Mantra", Huo Yuan commanded sixteen mourning servants to lift Lady Mei’s coffin. With the sound of mournful music all around, they left Baoguo Temple. Mu Zhongqing was leading the procession, holding the banner of the spirit. Behind him were fifty monks, fifty Taoist priests, dozens of mournful musicians and many crying servants sent by Huo Yuan. The massive procession headed straight towards Zixia Mountain.

Upon reaching the capital, Cai Wei dared not let the white tiger appear. After entering the city, she had it return to her Space before entering herself. She had changed into a simple and clean outfit and let the horse out from the Space. Riding the horse, following Brother Ying’s guidance, she headed direct to Zixia Mountain.

On Zixia Mountain, laments echoed everywhere. The monks were performing funeral rites before the burial of Lady Mei: liberating souls from purgatory, passing on the life-illuminating lamp, summoning the Judge of Hell, arresting the city ghosts, inviting the King of Ksitigarbha, opening the golden bridge, and raising the flag. The Taoist priests were submitting applications and petitions to the Three Dynasties and bowing to the Jade Emperor. Several high-ranking monks were offering incense, setting alight the fire mouth, worshipping the water crimes. Twelve young monks were quietly reciting the edict in front of the coffin. Only after the rites, Lady Mei’s coffin was then buried.

Cai Wei arrived after the burial of Lady Mei was completed.

At this moment, the monks and Taoist priests began to retreat, intending to return to the city. Since Cai Wei was pretending to be dead, she could not be seen by people. She only made her appearance after all the monks, Taoist priests, and the musicians had left.

Mu Zhongqing, immersed in sorrow, was suddenly delighted to see his daughter appearing from the sky. His eyes reddened in excitement.

Being separated from his daughter for so long, even though he knew she was not dead, he had never really seen her until now. His daughter was standing alive right in front of him, and his heart that had been suspended all along finally calmed down.

"Wei’er... You’re back..."

Cai Wei nodded with a smile, "Yes, Dad, I’m back!"

After that, she turned to Huo Yuan, "Big Brother Huo, I wasn’t here. I am grateful to you for looking after my family. Thank you!"

The cliff was green, the breeze was gentle, and the sun was warm. The maiden was clothed in pastel attire. She looked at him with a smile, the unknown white flower pinned in her hair complemented her cheeks as white as jade. It was a kind of dazzling beauty rarely seen in the world. Unintentionally more alluring than the blossoms in spring, peerless natural beauty unfolded, so fragile it seemed it could easily break.

Huo Yuan stared blankly at her, lost for a moment. He withdrew from his daze and acknowledged her voice, then suddenly regained his senses.

"These past days, I’ve caused you some trouble!"

Huo Yuan responded with a warm smile, his elegant demeanor concealing his inner turmoil: "Younger Sister, you’re too polite. It’s just a small effort on my part, you don’t have to worry!"

Cai Wei nodded, then turned to look at the newly erected tombstone in front of her.

The tombstone was made from Han Baiyu and had an imposing appearance. Engraved with the motif of auspicious clouds, the epitaph read: Lady Mei Yulan’s grave.

Her grandmother had passed away. Despite their brief acquaintance, Cai Wei knew that her grandmother was a pitiful woman. She should have been a noble lady, married into an equally reputed family, raising children, surrounded by grandsons, and led a peaceful and smooth life.

However, fate is unpredictable. In the end, she lived a life filled with hardship; most of her life was spent in pain. It was only in the last days of her life that she had a few days of ease. Yet, it was these same comfortable days that took her life!