Butler Tang was walking with Josnian.

"Miss likes lilies. I have also made a reservation with the flower shop. They will definitely have them when the time comes." Tang Guanjia said, "I also found someone to cut all the tall and short trees here two days ago. Qiao

Don't worry, I will take care of the young lady as if she were still alive."

Josnian walked into the cemetery and looked at each place.

The cold tombstones stand in rows, and when the wind blows, the treetops make a rustling sound, which is a bit desolate in the gloom.

Butler Tang is getting older and can't help but recall the past. When Qin Qing is mentioned, her eyes become moist.

"Master Qiao, as I was talking, I thought of Miss again. Miss treated me well, and it was my fault that I failed to take good care of her during her lifetime..." Butler Tang burst into tears.

"It has nothing to do with you. You have never married for the sake of the Qiao family. Speaking of which, the Qiao family owes you."

"No, Master Qiao, please don't say that. This is what I should do." Butler Tang wiped his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Speaking of which, Xiang Shaoguang really deserves to be cut into pieces without a burial place!"

Josnian said nothing, walked to the tombstone and bowed one by one.

Every Qingming Festival, he would spend money to hire people to repair the tomb.

Despite this, he always felt that it was not enough.

Josnian's eyes were filled with deep gaze, his pupils were constricted, and there was a deep chill in his eyes.

"If I had taken good care of the young lady, she wouldn't have secretly jumped into the river alone..." Butler Tang was still blaming himself, "Or if I could have thought of some ways to make her happy, her depression wouldn't have persisted.

It gets serious."

"It has nothing to do with you." Josnian said calmly.

A gust of wind blew, and Josnian didn't feel too cold. Instead, there was a layer of dryness in his body.

Not sure if it was because he drank too much, he pulled on his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

Walking among dozens of tombstones, his heart felt oppressively heavy.

Butler Tang followed Josnian, sighing as he walked: "This is Lao Zhou, who used to be the janitor. During the holidays, he often brought me the special sauce duck meat from his hometown."

"This is A Dong, the youngest servant of Qiao Zhai back then. Her family was very poor and she always said that she could not repay the eldest lady's kindness. Alas, why did the eldest lady suffer such a kind-hearted person...

"

"This is Ami from the kitchen. Her cooking is delicious. The winter bamboo shoot soup she made is especially delicious. After she passed away, I have never had such delicious winter bamboo shoot soup again."

Josnian felt increasingly heavy as he listened to Butler Tang's ramble.

These people are all his elders, and many of them still have a deep impression on him.

In the darkness, he closed his eyes, his eyes filled with deep exhaustion.

His fists were clenched tightly, his body was half fire and half ice, and blood was flowing rapidly between his limbs.

He was getting drunk and his head was getting dizzy.

The cemetery was kept very clean by Butler Tang, especially Qin Qing’s cemetery. Butler Tang put extra thought into it, and many of the designs were designed after Qin Qing’s death.

"Master Qiao, don't worry, everything has been taken care of. You can come directly during Qingming Festival."

"Well, just tell me what you're missing," Josnian said.

"Actually, for the young lady, she lacks nothing. I just hope that Master Qiao can come and see her."

"I know."

How could he not know.
Chapter completed!