Dongfang Mei feigned grief as she said, "I don't know either. My husband suddenly vomited blood and died."
A white-haired old man asked, "Then why was the City Lord's body cremated so quickly? Such a major matter should have been reported to the higher-ups for them to handle."
Dongfang Mei did not know how to answer.
Zhao Fu stepped out from the side and said, "I made the decision on this matter. I alone will bear responsibility for anything that happens. Is there anything else, everyone? If not, you may leave."
The many stewards looked at the unfamiliar Zhao Fu. A young man asked, "Who are you?"
Zhao Fu answered with a smile, "My name is Dongfang Jun. I am now the steward holding the highest authority in Han City."
The stewards looked at Zhao Fu with grave expressions. They had just received word that Han City's chief steward had been replaced, yet before long, the City Lord had died. It was far too suspicious. The City Lord's death had a great deal to do with the man before them.
Zhao Fu did not want to waste words and continued, "I will now go see Chief Steward Dongfang Hu. I will take over the position of Han City's City Lord."
Only then did everyone realize that Zhao Fu was Dongfang Hu's man. It was also very likely that Dongfang Hu had wanted to get rid of Dongfang Kong. They had no objections. When power changed hands like this, all they could do was submit; they had no ability to resist.
Not only did some people refrain from asking how Dongfang Kong had died, they instead began congratulating Zhao Fu.
After dealing with these matters, Zhao Fu went to where Dongfang Hu was.
Dongfang Hu was slightly surprised. "What do you