Lady Wu wiped away her tears and said, "My son, I didn't want him to die either, but he's already gone. Since he's dead, we can't just let him drift outside indefinitely."
Jinwa, with red-rimmed eyes, said, "I know it's like that. But my mother is sick and she's fixated on this. Let's talk to her properly first. If she really can't accept it, then on the day of my father's funeral, I'll take my sister to pay our respects, is that okay?"
"That won't do. We can't just indulge her whims on such an important matter. She's my son's widow; she must go on that day," Qian Sangui said categorically. Because of his anxiety and anger, he began to cough again.
The attempts by Qian Sangui and his wife to persuade her were unsuccessful.
Feeling disheartened, the siblings returned to their room and saw their stepmother still sitting on the bed in a daze.
