On the day of the funeral, snow was falling heavily. It was a bleak and gloomy day.Miao Xiaobei stood alone in the large hall.Her body trembled as she knelt on the ground before a blazing fire, watching some joss paper burning in the brazier."Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'm unfilial..."Just at that moment, the door opened to reveal Murong Ling stepping in from the blanket of snow outside."You're indeed unfilial. If you hadn't been so greedy, your mother would still be alive. She's only dead because of you."Murong Ling's cold voice cut into her heart like a knife, each word slicing away at her.Miao Xiaobei only felt her blood rising, the taste of blood in her mouth was so strong, but she bit her lip determinedly."You detest me, you hate me. I know. Since that's the case, I'll give up my position as Young Madam Murong to atone for my sins..."Murong Ling's icy gaze stayed on Miao Xiaobei for a long time, unwavering. He slowly walked towards her."Miao Xiaobei, do
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