C68

Three days later.

Compromise should be the best outcome.

Qimu sat on the edge of the bed. She was young, but her hair was tied into a bun that had been combed by a married woman.

She was wearing a brand-new white dress that Yang Lili had worked hard all day and all night to make. The workmanship wasn't exquisite, and there wasn't even the slightest bit of decorative simple embroidery. However, the fabric was snug and comfortable.

Qimu was holding a large red flower in her fingers. Although it was a wild flower in the mountains, its color was dazzling and it bloomed extremely well. It was a pity that when the flower blossomed, it was ruthlessly picked by someone.

"Mu, the auspicious hour has arrived. Pack your things and we'll be going now."

Yang Lili's face was pale as a sheet as she pushed the door open and entered. She wore a big red flower like the one in Qimu's hand on her head, though it was slightly smaller than Qimu.

Qimu raised her eyes and smiled when she heard this. Her smile was clear and pure, as if the new wife that was going to marry a dead man wasn't her. She said indifferently:

"Then let's go. Seeing that the sun is about to set, it would be bad if we delay the auspicious hour. We will only get criticized by others."

Yang Lili looked at her daughter's calm appearance and pursed her somewhat cracked lips, as if she was struggling to force out a smile. She walked up to Qimu and removed the large red flower in her hand, as if she wanted to personally help Qimu wear the flower representing the celebration, yet her fingertips were trembling.

Only then did she slightly raise her head and raise her eyes to look at Yang Lili. The two streams of clear tears on her face caused Qimu's eyes to slightly narrow and pause for a moment, but Qimu instead took the initiative to stretch out her hand and grasp Yang Lili's trembling wrist, slightly exerting herself to help her put on the flower.

"Mom, I'm just wearing this shameful set of clothes on my left and right. I'm just wearing a flower and lighting my lips. I'm just going to visit Aunt Wu's house and get through the formalities. After tonight, I'll be back, so don't worry."

Qimu slowly stood up. The afterglow of the setting sun scattered on her body, her figure was graceful, her white clothes were red, and she was dressed in an underworld wedding attire. However, she was in a completely different form, and was in a state of tranquility.

Yang Lili's throat was choked with sobs, and her tears were unstoppable. She nodded and said in a mournful and sad tone,

"Mother knows, but Mother is still sad."

The two of them faced each other in silence for a while. Yang Lili reached out and hugged Qimu's skinny body, hugging her into her embrace as she spoke again:

"Mu, you know what it is, but your mother wants to send you off with her own hands. This time, your life will be ruined. Do you hate your mother?" "Not complain?"

"You don't have to, you don't have to …" "Mother hates herself. Mother also blames herself. It's my fault for not being able to live here all my life and letting you follow her and give up your future as well. Now you still have to suffer such grievances …"

"That's my entire life …"

When Qimu heard Yang Lili's words, a faint tinge of grief appeared in her clear eyes. Sighing slightly, she threw her arms behind her back and hugged Yang Lili. Although her voice was very soft, she spoke in an extremely sincere tone.

"I don't hate my mother, and I don't hate her either. This should be life, not just anyone, so how can I blame my mother?"

"Mom, don't cry. Today is your daughter's big day after all. If you cry like this and people see you, they will point fingers at you from behind. Tell them that our family is not well."

"You just need to think that after tonight, your daughter will come back and we will live our lives the same way, just pretend that this didn't happen, and it will be fine."

"Mom, you've been crying for days now. If you keep crying, your eyes won't look good. I will feel even worse."

Ye Dazhuang did not need to be removed from the village, the second Ye Family room still had a place to stay and could not be displaced. Qimu also did not need to sink or be buried alive.

Ye Family, Wu family, and the village, all three of them reached a consensus:

Ancestor's rules could not be broken. Qimu still had to marry Caogen, and the wedding had to take place.

However, because Qimu was still young and had not reached the manual yet, this time they were only having an underworld wedding. Qimu accompanied Caogen to spend the night in the coffin, treating it as if it was a wedding night.

Qimu would be the wife of the Wu family, but she would still live in her parents' home before reaching the Gargamel. After that, she would serve her in-laws for the rest of her life and perform her duty of filial piety.

Of course, the Wu Clan also swore in front of the clan elders that they would definitely not mistreat Qimu and would definitely spare her life!

This was the final result. For Qimu, this was probably the best result. It wasn't that she had never thought of resisting or fleeing from such an extremely inhumane thing. She had never been one to yield.

However, her home was here, her family was here. It didn't matter what kind of person she was, but if they were implicated … Qimu had to rethink every single move and every move. As a result, many things were bound and couldn't be resolved in the best way possible.

"Sister, are you really going to marry Brother Caogen? But why did you marry him when he was already dead? "You don't want to marry him, and Yangyang doesn't want big sister's wedding …"

Pushing the door open and leaving, Qimu was immediately greeted by Yangyang's bear hug. Since Yangyang was short, even his short hands could only hug Qimu's thighs tightly. He looked up at Qimu with his flat mouth and big watery eyes, as if he would cry in the blink of an eye.

Qimu naturally reached out to touch Yangyang's head. She had a warm smile on her face, but after opening her mouth for a long time, she didn't know what to say to Yangyang.

How should he explain this to a child? He wouldn't understand it even if he said too much. He should have had nightmares at night. Qimu felt a sudden revulsion towards her own body, a body that was about to be the same as a coffin of death.

"Yangyang be good, sister will be back soon. Yangyang must be obedient at home."

After a long while, Qimu finally said something stiffly and avoided Yangyang's question.

"Girl, why don't you leave. We don't need to do this anymore, your family still have some money, you can bring it back to town, you can always live a little longer. When the news gets out, I'll come pick you up."

Ye Dazhuang held Little Yiran's hand and frowned for a long time. His usually dark and resolute face was now covered in dust.

"If I leave, what will you do? I can't possibly hide in the shadows all by myself and see all of you be pushed around by the entire village, or even see your entire Ye Family affected by this.

"If the price of my freedom is this, Father, how do you expect me to live the rest of my life? I am not afraid of the darkness of a moment, nor the darkness of a night, but if I were to be plunged into darkness for the rest of my life, I am afraid that I would not be able to survive. I am not that strong. "

Qimu held Yangyang with one hand and Yang Lili with the other. Then she walked towards Ye Dazhuang and Yiran, who were both in a tough situation. Qimu tightly hugged her, closed her eyes, and slightly raised the corner of her lips.

"This is just a hurdle, it will be fine."

"But, this marriage is also a marriage. Daughter, if you really do that, then you will be a wife of the Wu family for the rest of your life. You can't remarry, since Daddy can't help you anymore."

"Dad, it's alright. I'm still a few years away from your daughter and the gatekeeper, so I can't predict what will happen in the future. Moreover, with this marriage contract, I'll see who dares to try anything on me!" There are very few people who would dare to offend an underworld wife, and they'll be fine after tonight. "

"My daughter …"

"..."

"You've only come at this hour, and you haven't even passed through the gate yet and you're already acting so impudent. Didn't the chief say that you were deaf to his words?"

As soon as Qimu entered the Wu household, she glared at her with a cold expression. Her gaze was like a knife as she swore and cursed. She was also dressed in white, with a bit of red on her head.

Qimu ignored her and looked at the coffin in the mourning hall. She smiled slightly and thought to herself, "Dead people are much better than living people. They are quiet and don't have that many crooked thoughts."

"Alright, since he's already here, let's begin the ceremony. After the auspicious hour, things won't be good."

Niu Chuxi walked out from around a corner and swept his gaze across Qimu. Then, he looked at Aunt Wu as he said in a deep, emotionless voice.

"Mu …"

"My daughter …"

Qimu's smile grew wider as she heard the mournful cries coming from behind her. Her eyes were filled with stubbornness as she straightened her back and stood next to the coffin. She was so close that even if the coffin was tightly shut, the tip of her nose would still smell the rotting smell.

Aunt Wu and her man were already sitting in front, waiting for Qimu to kowtow. Niu Chuxi was standing at the front, while Qimu's parents were nestling against each other at the back, watching with tears streaming down their faces.

"Red String."

Niu Chuxi glanced at the red thread tied to the coffin. Qimu understood and took a step forward. She picked up the red thread with both hands. She was at one end and Wu Tie's coffin at the other.

"I bow to the heavens and the earth."

Qimu did as she was told, paying her respects to the heavens and the earth with an expressionless face.

"Second bow to the hall."

Qimu cast a sidelong glance at the two people sitting in the hall. Her eyes revealed faint ridicule and disdain. Did she really think that her life would be in their hands just because of this bow? Let's take a look and see who will be the final one to decide!

Qimu only paused for a moment before dropping to her knees and bowing as instructed.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

Niu Chuxi looked at the crude coffin and shouted again. Qimu also turned to the coffin and smiled faintly. It was a smile filled with bitterness as she prepared to bow down.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Hold on, miss, hold on."

Everyone looked towards the door and saw a monk floating over. He was dressed in shabby clothes but had an extraordinary temperament. He ignored everyone else and walked straight in front of Qimu. He nodded slightly with a kind and benevolent expression and said:

"It has been a long time since I last saw you, and you've actually entered into such a state. This really shouldn't be the case. There are no Amitabha in the south, and this old man has come at the right time."

Seeing that the monk had an extraordinary bearing and was well-mannered, Qimu bowed to him and said:

"Grandmaster recognized the wrong person. I've never seen a Grandmaster before."

"Does this lady remember that this old one is fine? All I need to know is that this Underworld Marriage is not because of this young lady. This young lady should leave quickly and avoid missing out on my fate, losing my life."