As they got in the car, Shen Liya looked miserable, "I don't even know if she has any family left. I only know that her hometown is in Ting City, but I've never visited."
"Mom, don't be upset."
Jiang Xinjie comforted Shen Liya, "Let's do this. I'll come and pick up her ashes tomorrow afternoon, head to Ting City, and take her home."
"That should be fine."
Shen Liya nodded, "Xinjie, that you are willing to do this for her means that her kindness to you when you were young was not in vain."
"Don't worry, mom. After I take her home, I will make sure a mage performs rites for her soul."
Jiang Xinjie looked obedient, and Shen Liya patted her hand, "You're thoughtful. I will leave this matter in your hands."
"I will handle it properly."
Jiang Xinjie breathed a sigh of relief. Taking Zhao Jie home would finally put this matter to rest.
She was glad that Shen Liya entrusted this task to her. It was what she wanted.