Jing Qingfu's funeral did not take up much of Le Yu's attention.
By rights, Radiance also had the custom of keeping vigil for seven days, and there was even a saying about observing mourning for three years.
But since Le Yu had no interest in making a great show of it, the clansmen tacitly forgot about those customs. No one urged him to do anything—oh dear, the man's son is already grief-stricken beyond words. Don't be fooled by how calm he looks; he's actually keeping vigil and observing mourning in his heart. We relatives shouldn't rub salt in his wounds.
If the clansmen felt no sorrow or sighs over Jing Qingfu's death, that would certainly be a lie.
But if one asked how much affection they had for Jing Qingfu, perhaps the following thought in their hearts fully explained their true attitude toward the family head who had built the Jing Family into what it was—Jing Qingfu is finally dead.
Now that Jing Zhengwu was dead, Jing Zhengtang had surrendered, and Jing Zhengfeng had merely come along to make up the numbers and stir up trouble, the Jing clansmen had no choice. Whether sincerely or resentfully, they could only submit themselves to the new family head, Jing Zhengwei.
In truth, there was not much difference from the past. Their master had merely changed from Jing Qingfu to Jing Zhengwei.
They more or less realized that the new family head had little affection for the old one, so naturally they would not court trouble. Some even directly suggested burying Jing Qingfu hastily. The old fence-sitters—seeing such spineless people appear gave Le Yu a little more confidence in controlling the Jing Family.
Still, the man was dead. Le Yu was not so twisted that he would enjoy whipping a corpse, so he