These past two days had truly been packed with too many matters, so updates had been unstable. But I would definitely make up for it—in the name of my half-year bonus!
Ningguo Mansion.
In the corridor at the Northwest Corner of the Mourning Hall, Sun Shaozong straddled a high-backed huanghuali chair, his arms wrapped around its back. Most of his face was buried in his sleeves, leaving only a pair of hawk-like eyes fixed on the thatched shed diagonally opposite, where sutras were being chanted.
More precisely, he was watching Hongyuan Zhenren, seated in the place of honor.
Hongyuan Zhenren looked different from last night.
His phoenix eyes brimmed with melancholy, his silkworm brows were tightly drawn with sorrow, and there was his pale face and dark circles beneath his eyes...
The more he pretended nothing was wrong, the more people could not help probing for the truth behind it!
Thus, before more than a few lines of scripture had been recited, news that Hongyuan Zhenren had become a cuckolded replacement husband had already sprouted wings and flown beyond Ningguo Mansion's gates.
He really was putting on quite a convincing display of misery!
Before long, news would likely spread throughout the capital that Hongyuan Zhenren had been cuckolded while refining elixirs, yet had still obeyed the Emperor's decree and come to Ningguo Mansion to conduct funeral rites.
And after that...
It would probably be a tearjerking drama of profound affection between master and disciples, wouldn't it?
"My lord, my lord!"
As if answering Sun Shaozong's private speculation, Chen Jingde came running over with a loud cry, drawing countless startled and suspicious looks along the way.
Seeing him holding up his robes, his face brimming with excitement, Sun Shaozong inwardly thought, Just as expected. Before Chen Jingde could speak, he asked