In no time, they arrived at the Inner Courtyard's hall.
Here, white silk has already been hung up, and an offering table was set up.
Madam had changed into a plain white dress, leaning by the coffin, whispering quietly with Elder Du.
Only upon hearing the footsteps approaching did they cease speaking.
Seeing Su Mo and Wei Ziyi arrive, Madam stood up, gathered her dress respectfully, and softly said:
"Sir, please forgive me, as it has been long since we last met.
"There is so much I wish to say; I don't wish to part for a moment.
"So, I can only ask you to come here and talk; please forgive any discourtesy."
Su Mo sighed, took three sticks of incense from the table, lit them, bowed, and inserted them before speaking:
"Such a deep and meaningful relationship, how could I take offense?"
"Thank you, Sir."
Elder Du's wife faintly smiled, though her eyes were filled with sadness:
"He used to lament about his age.
