The bamboo forest was on a small hill to the west of Chang'an, with a dilapidated thatched cottage beside it.
When Qiao Jinniang arrived, she saw that the thatched cottage was full of dust. It turned out that the old groom who buried the baby had died more than ten years ago.
There were very few villagers here, and after inquiring about it, she finally found the place where the child was buried.
Qiao Jinniang saw a small raised mound, and on top of the small mound, there was a trumpet creeper.
Nuomi handed her the prepared joss sticks.
Qiao Jinniang took the joss sticks and bowed to the small grave.
"Sister, if you can hear me in the underworld, I think you can understand, right? After all, you don't want to see someone using your name for evil deeds, right? Although I have to dig your bones out of your grave for an investigation, I will properly re-bury your bones, give you a good funeral and make you a memorial tablet."
