"Playing tricks and pretending to be a god—what good will that do?" Director Fang murmured to Director Long.
The latter sneered. "He's probably spent too long down below and thinks this is some worldly lawsuit. He figures a few spooky theatrics will scare someone into submission."
Standing in the middle of the scene, Sima Rui and Sima Jin each wore a solemn expression, their inner thoughts impossible to read.
Xu Yi said, "Sima Rui, Sima Jin, the two of you have been locked in this dispute for a hundred years, making such a commotion that everyone under heaven knows about it. You disturbed Senior Sima's peace. Even in the afterlife, he can find no rest. Whether one of you is Senior Sima's grandson, or neither of you is, after causing a hundred years of turmoil, you should each offer a stick of incense." As he spoke, he stepped aside. Two Yellow Turban Strongmen immediately came forward and handed three sticks of incense to each man.
The scene grew solemn in the extreme. The Sima Family had fought over this matter for a hundred years, and Sima Fang, a hero in life, had met such an end. How could it not sadden those present?
Suddenly, Sima Rui threw himself before Sima Fang's grave and burst into tears. "Grandfather, I have failed you! I have failed you! My father died young, and Mother raised me all by herself. Ever since I was little, Mother told me stories about you. I thought I could return to the family and keep watch over your tomb, honoring you in your old age. Instead, I've left your resting place in disarray and disturbed your peace after a hundred years. I'm an unfilial grandson, an unfilial grandson..."
Sima Rui wailed as he banged his head against the