Yu Youyao shook her head. "I'm mourning…"
Xie Jingliu interrupted her. "The customs of the people of the North are not as good as in the capital. Since you're in Liancheng, you have to do as the Romans do and be more casual. You've bought an estate in Fuzhen and Lianzhen, so it's only right for you to go over and take a look at the resettlement of the refugees. If you still feel that it's inappropriate, call your Grandfather and the others along tomorrow. It's just to accompany your elders and relax. It won't affect anything."
Yin Huaixi smiled. "At the foot of Tai Mo Shan, there's a Puming Zen Temple. It's built according to the mountain's situation. There's a winding corridor with flying eaves and wings. It's a spectacular sight. I've booked a room in the temple. We can stay in the temple for a few more days."
Old Madam Yu bowed to Buddha, so it made more sense for Yu Youyao to go to the temple to offer incense and pray for her.
