"Lord Shen, she was a Wu clan woman."
Wu Xian stared at Shen Tang with bloodshot eyes.
Even if Mi Kui hadn't wanted her status as Wu Xian's concubine carved onto her tombstone, she didn't need some Shen Youli, who was practically a stranger, deciding what name to put there. He had merely lost, not died. In life, she had been his concubine, but in death, she could be his legal wife and be buried with him in the same tomb. Shen Tang could be arbitrary in other matters for all he cared, but Wu Xian didn't want to give an inch on this.
He gasped, then softened his voice.
"Ultimately, this is a Wu family matter." Consort Mi had been with him since they were young, and they had raised two sons and two daughters together. Since she was gone now, it was only right that he, her husband, took care of her affairs after death, including where she was buried and what words were carved on her tombstone!
Seeing Wu Xian on the verge of breaking down, Shen Tang asked him a question that hit even harder. "You're right. I didn't consider that carefully enough! If you find it meddlesome, Brother Zhaode, shall we use the name you usually called her?"
Shen Tang really wasn't being sarcastic.
In this world, a man could have one wife and many concubines. Mi Kui and Wu Xian had lived together for so many years and had children together. Legally speaking, Wu Xian was her next of kin, and he hadn't said he wouldn't take care of Mi Kui's funeral arrangements. Naturally, in such a situation, her family's wishes should come first. Yet Wu Xian's face turned instantly dark as soy sauce.
It would have been better if she hadn't asked. As