4,700 words. My condition had clearly improved today. I'd add another 1,300 words tomorrow. Still a problem... uh, probably not a problem, right?
By the time Sun Shaozong reached Ningguo Mansion, he saw two enormous thatched sheds standing on either side of the road.
Pale white lanterns swayed beneath the eaves in the wind, while countless charcoal braziers dotted the sheds like stars. Yet there was not a single person inside.
A few sheets of spirit money drifted in from somewhere, rustling past Sun Shaozong's feet. For a moment, it felt as though he had stepped into a realm of ghosts.
"Lord Sun?!"
But an excited voice quickly shattered the eerie atmosphere.
Then, with a rush, quite a few living people poured out of the Mourning Hall. At their head were naturally the You sisters.
Come to think of it...
Wasn't Jia Xichun Jia Jing's daughter?
Why wasn't his own daughter keeping vigil before his coffin?
A flicker of suspicion crossed Sun Shaozong's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. What did this messy nonsense have to do with him?
He stepped forward a few paces. Seeing that they were still more than ten feet apart, Sun Shaozong stopped and prepared to bow in greeting.
Unexpectedly, Madam You seemed a little too overwhelmed. She showed no sign of slowing down, still rushing toward him with a flushed face.
Seeing that she would expose herself if this continued, Sun Shaozong immediately bowed first and said, "Sister-in-law Zhen, I heard you needed to see me?"
That address, "Sister-in-law Zhen," instantly made Madam You realize she had nearly lost her composure. She hurriedly stopped awkwardly and gave him a Wanfu Greeting.
It was not entirely her fault for losing her composure. Handling Jia Jing's funeral alone had already been more than she could bear,