Situtu Qinger looked helpless.
"So you brought the coffin back?"
"Yes!"
"Ridiculous!"
"Father, don’t be angry. Grandmother has already scolded , and I know I was wrong."
The bright red coffin was placed right at the entrance of the General’s Mansion, and it was truly an eyesore. Situ Yongjie was extrely angry.
Especially with the crowd of curious onlookers around, it seed the General’s Mansion would once again beco the Capital’s laughing stock.
"Hurry and get the coffin out of here. Seeing it annoys ."
"But it’s already late. Where do you want Qinger to carry it to?"
"You caused the problem, you find a way to solve it."
"Father, please don’t be angry. Why don’t you make an exception and let the coffin of Auntie stay at the General’s Mansion for one night? Early tomorrow morning, Qinger will have it carried outside the city to be buried. What do you think?"
As soon as the words were spoken, two voices of opposition rang out simultaneously.
Old Madam: "No."
Situ Yongjie: "No."
Their reactions showed how firm their stance was on this matter.
Situtu Qinger was truly at a loss this ti, and had no choice but to let the funeral procession head out of the city under the public’s watch.
Firecrackers and the sound of the Copper Gong erupted once more.
The long procession grew more and more distant, and the streets they passed were paved with white strips of paper. As the wind blew, they scattered all around, filling the entire street with an intense atmosphere of death.
Old Madam, seeing the funeral procession finally on its way, let out a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but scold, "This girl Qinger is getting more and more out of hand, doing whatever Prince Pu tells her. Jiejie, when he cos back, he must have a good talk with her. She’s too reckless, daring to bring back the dead."
"Mother, don’t be angry! The weather is getting colder, let’s go back quickly."
"Go back? Look at this ss, the entire General’s Mansion is in chaos. Just looking at it makes angry." The Old Madam pointed angrily at the white cloth hanging above the plaque.
Situ Yongjie: "Steward, steward."
A middle-aged man ran out briskly: "Old Master, what are your orders?"
Situ Yongjie, with an air of authority, said, "Imdiately take down all the white cloth from the mansion and return it to its original state."
"Yes."
Honestly, with all the white cloth, the whole General’s Mansion was filled with a deathly atmosphere, and even the servants couldn’t stand it. Upon hearing the General’s orders, they agreed imdiately.
Only then was the Old Madam satisfied.
Situ Yongjie stepped up to support her, slowly walking her into the mansion.
The onlookers, seeing that the show was over, gradually dispersed.
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The funeral procession was about to reach the city gates.
From the General’s Mansion’s entrance, Situtu Qinger’s mind was in turmoil. Should she carry Auntie’s body to the outskirts for burial?
Or should she heed her grandfather’s advice and absolutely refuse the burial, find evidence, and bring down Xuexue? This could be the best opportunity. If missed, who knows when the next such chance would co.
After much contemplation, just at the mont of leaving the city gates, she changed her mind.
"Stop, stop, everyone stop."
The four masters carrying the coffin halted, looking back in confusion, "Second Miss, it’s getting late, we can’t delay any longer. We should quickly get out of the city; such matters are inauspicious at night."
"What do you an out? Who said we’re leaving the city? Everyone co back."
"Huh?"
Everyone was stunned, wondering what trick the Second Miss was playing now. They couldn’t help but feel sorry for the late Auntie Tang, pondering what misfortune had caused her to have such a daughter, denying her peace even in death.
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