008 is also revenge

  Lin Jing didn't stay in the house for too long.

  When Lin Jing arrived at the main house, it was not too chaotic. Jia Min indeed did not want to see Lin Jing and had someone send him away, saying that it was Jing Ge's filial piety, and Madame understood, but she also didn't want to delay Jing Ge's studies because of her own body, as long as he studied hard, it would be the greatest filial piety towards her.

  Jia Min said this, Lin Jing couldn't take it seriously. She dared to say that if she turned around and left today, someone would definitely say that she was unfilial in the future. Her stepmother had been so kind to her, but she didn't care about her stepmother's illness. In the future, if she really wanted to find a way out through reading books, this unfilial behavior could block this path.

  Lin Jing looked at his two skinny legs and thought to himself, "Today, you two are going to suffer again."

  Then Lin Jing knelt down outside the main room with a bag of tears, and was so numb that she couldn't speak, and no one could persuade her to leave.

  She had only knelt for a while when someone let her in. Lin Jing made a "v" shape with her fingers in her heart, the mansion had just experienced the incident of Bai Niang, and Jia Min must not want to cause more trouble, if she was kneeling outside the main house, it would be easy for people to get the wrong idea.

  This was Lin Jing's first time entering the inner chamber, but at this moment, Lin Jing didn't have the energy to steal a glance. All she saw was Jia Min lying on the couch, looking very unwell, with her eyes closed and not even acknowledging Lin Jing. By the bedside, the young Daiyu was holding onto Jia Min's hand, her eyes red from crying.

  Lin Jing didn't know what she should do either and nobody paid attention to her, so she just stood guard in front of the bed.

  Just a little while later, the sound of a child's crying could be heard faintly coming closer and closer, as if heading in this direction. At this moment, Jia Min suddenly opened her eyes and panted to ask: "Don't let Ge'er come in, lest he catches the illness."

  Just then, an old woman responded and went out. At this time, the sound was already at the outer gate, and it could be heard that the child was crying very sadly, being coaxed by someone repeatedly, but still not stopping, still shouting with his neck straight up.

  Jia Min couldn't lie still at this moment, anxiously saying repeatedly, "Fool, real fool, how could you make your brother cry so bitterly!"

  Daiyu couldn't sit still either, and hastily went forward to support Jia Min, "Mother, don't worry. I'll go coax little brother."

  Jia Min nodded, and Daiyu also didn't care about anything else, got up and left. But the child was crying loudly, and no matter how they coaxed him, he couldn't be comforted.

  Jia Min was anxious and at a loss, the maid outside was also sweating profusely, rushing in to say, "Young master has woken up and is making a fuss looking for his mother." It's true, Jia Min had protected this child like the apple of her eye, this child had hardly ever left his mother's side, waking up to look for his mother, not finding her would make him cry, it was very normal.

  Jia Min was so anxious that she couldn't catch her breath, and started coughing repeatedly. The child outside heard his mother's voice and cried out in a hoarse tone.

  Lin Jing saw Jia Min coughing and wanted to go up to help her relieve her breath. She was not Lin Jing's dog leg, she was here to serve people, and she couldn't just stand there stupidly. However, Jia Min was in a hurry and didn't have the patience to pretend, so she raised her hand and pushed Lin Jing away. Lin Jing was still a naive child, and when Jia Min pushed her with such ferocity, she fell down and hit her forehead on the bedside cabinet.

  Just as they were making a ruckus, a man's voice was heard from outside, "Brother, what's going on?" As he spoke, there was a loud chorus of "Father" and "Old Master".

  Then Lin Ruhai came in holding a chubby little boy. The child stopped crying when he saw Jia Min, stretched out his hand to be held, but had just cried so hard that he was still hiccuping.

  Jia Min no longer coughed at this time, "Master, why did you come back so soon? Ah, how can you still carry your brother in, what if the illness gets worse?"

  "This bit of skill should be fine, right? At least it's better than him fainting from crying." Lin Ruhai carelessly hugged the boy, while Daiyu also followed closely behind Lin Ruhai.

  No one was paying attention to Lin Jing, not even when she knocked her head against the wall did anyone ask what was wrong. As for Lin Hai holding his son, no one batted an eye, it seemed like this was a common sight.

  Lin Jing didn't mind either. She knew what kind of existence she was, and it was clear to her own heart. It's just that looking at the boy in Lin Ruhai's arms made her feel a little uncomfortable.

  This was the first time Lin Jing saw the child who was destined to die young in this book. White and chubby, like those in diaper advertisements, such a child is really likable. But this child looks fine, how could he die young? If he didn't die young, what would happen to him then?

  Lin Jing felt for the first time that she was so cold-blooded, able to evaluate a child's life like this.

  It was just her staring at that child like this, which caused dissatisfaction among others. It's not clear whether it's a sensitive nature or what, Daiyu is the first to notice Lin Jing's eyes. She gently pulled Lin Ruhai's sleeve, indicating for Father to take a look at Lin Jing.

  Lin Ruhai followed Daiyu's indication, glanced at Lin Jing, and his eyes lingered on Lin Jing's forehead for a moment. He furrowed his brow and said, "This room is in disarray, like a mess. Irrelevant people, all of you leave, don't disturb the mistress."

  Lin Jing was naturally unrelated to this matter, and fortunately, in front of the old lady, she was politely asked to leave. No one cared about the idea of a "bastard child", nor did anyone care about the wound on this "bastard child's" forehead.

  Luckily, it's myself after all. If it were that original child, I don't know what kind of tears would be shed. But if it really were that original child, I'm afraid the body would have rotted away by now? Lin Jing shook his head and stopped thinking about those useless things. Life is still important to oneself after all.

  Lin Jing's forehead was badly bruised and swollen, but only Bi Cao saw it, shed a few tears, and applied medicine. Others were either gossiping about the red wedding dress of Bai Niang or mimicking Master's words, "Those who don't want to work".

  But the words of Bai Niang were no longer wildly spread the next day. Bi Cao, however, was well-informed and said that a report had been made to the White Mansion yesterday. The master of the White Mansion, who is also Bai Niang's eldest brother, came over to see Master last night. When he left, there was no sign of anger on his face, only saying that his sister was not blessed with good fortune.

  Lin Jingyi understood as soon as he heard it, and was afraid that there was some unspoken understanding. A sister who had already died, still a half-sister from the other side of her mother's womb, how could she compare to those benefits under the table? Moreover, if one were to say so, this sister had also taken her own life, the red wedding dress and all that, it was also a case of a woman's virtue being at fault. If they were to argue about it, it was unclear who would be in the wrong. The quarrel would come out, and both families' faces would not look good.

  The mansion hastily set up a mourning hall, it seems that they are going to hold a grand funeral for Madame Bai. But once the words were spoken, everything took on a different tone. It was no longer that Madame Bai had gone to the Nunnery of Pure Compassion to reflect on her actions and then hanged herself in her red wedding dress, but rather that Madame Bai had voluntarily retreated to meditate and pray for good fortune for Master, who would have thought that she would contract a severe case of smallpox and pass away before medical help could arrive.

  The funeral of White Aunty had exceeded her status as a concubine. It was said that Madame Lin asked Old Master Lin to bury White Aunty in the ancestral tomb in Suzhou, and even reserved a grave next to their own plot. Lin Jing thought this was true, probably because Jia Min wanted to appease the vengeful spirit of the woman who died in red clothes. Apart from this, many outsiders were invited to the mansion, with monks on one side and Taoist priests on the other, performing rituals for the salvation of souls. What was the purpose of all this? Lin Jing couldn't help but think deeply about it.

  However, as a result, the White House gained face and even the reputation of the unmarried girls in the White House improved. Qiaomin was also praised by others.

  It's a big deal, so naturally there are many things to do in the mansion. With Lin Ruhai's official position, there are many guests coming to offer condolences, and it's unavoidable that people are busy and chaotic. Lai Erjia's feet don't touch the ground, and even Ji Min, who was originally said to be ill, can't pretend to be sick to avoid it. The courtyard where Bai Niang lived before she passed away also can't be locked up, and someone has to have a place to reminisce about her. Even if other guests won't mention this, the lady's natal family will want to save face and will definitely come over to sit for a while.

  Then, Jia Min pulled herself together and summoned up the courage to respond. As for Lin Jing, Jia Min couldn't spare a hand to look after her, so she locked her in the west wing room, saying that since she had bumped her head earlier, she needed to rest well, even suspending her lessons with Mr. Fu.

  Lin Jing naturally fell into leisure and didn't want to pretend to be stupid in front of her husband, so she hid in the house to practice calligraphy. She also took some time to think about her own way out.

  It's finally the 49th day after White Aunt's passing. The 49-day mourning period is really long enough. On this day, a final Buddhist ritual was held, and White Aunt's coffin was carried out of the Lin Mansion and sent to Gusu. As for the burial, it will be done in Gusu. In Yangzhou, the Lin Mansion opened a tofu banquet hall to entertain those who came to pay their respects, and only then did this funeral come to an end. Then, the white banners and spirit tent were dismantled, and everything was burned with fire, and the mansion gate was closed to bid farewell to the god of death. As for cleaning up tea cups, plates, candle holders, tables, chairs, and other things, it will take another two or three days.

  But that night, the whole house finally breathed a sigh of relief. Some people thought that since they had passed the seventh day and held so many Buddhist rituals to help the deceased cross over, everything should be fine now. So, except for those on duty keeping watch through the night, everyone else went to bed early and slept soundly.

  It's really hard to know what to say, and now something has happened again in the middle of the night.

  Lin Jing had been in the habit of waking up to sleep for more than half a year, and vaguely heard someone outside calling, "Feng Mama, Feng Mama, wake up, wake up, something's wrong, you go take a look."