Xiaoguo did not hesitate to give Yu Ling the confidence she needed.
She did not lose her mother. Instead, she would always be in her mother's arms.
Her mother was with her.
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According to Zhao Yuyan's last wish, there would be no burial. Instead, she had asked for a cremation.
Although the old village chief did not approve of a cremation, he still had to respect her last wishes. The dead should be given due respect. He led a few villagers to help build a bed frame out of firewood for her.
In the year 43 of the Shao Kingdom, on the 13th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, at a quarter past seven in the morning, the sky was clear without a cloud in sight. It was bright and sunny. It was also the time of Zhao Yuyan's death.
At half past seven, her remains were tidied up.
At 9:15 a.m., the fire was lit.
The fire burned out at a quarter to 1 p.m.