Firecrackers erupted in a crackling barrage.
Amid smoke and flashes of flame, red firecrackers shot into the air and struck the Xie family members in the face, one after another.
Xie Jinzhao's curses were drowned out by the deafening explosions.
His family was holding a funeral. He had no idea how they had angered the Liu Family members, but they had actually come here to humiliate them like this!
The people outside pointed and whispered, yet not one spoke up for them.
Of all the men in the family, he had always been the least capable of shouldering its burdens. Now, however, he was the only one left to bear them.
When he finally exhausted himself with cursing, his legs gradually gave way. He slumped to the ground, helplessly watching the people outside laugh at his misery!
Why?
Why had the Xie family fallen so far from the glorious days of Jing'an Marquis Manor?
Now that Grandmother was dead, was there truly no one left to devise plans for the Xie family?
No, he still had his second brother.
Yes, his second brother would be back tomorrow!
A glimmer of hope rose in his eyes, but the sight of the dismantled gates and the crooked Xie Residence plaque filled him with helplessness once more.
By the time the firecrackers stopped, Xie Jinzhao's eyes were bloodshot. He looked at those people. "Are you satisfied now?"
On a day of mourning, they had festooned his doorway with celebratory red!
Anyone who witnessed such humiliation would have called it utterly heartless.
"Third Master Xie, it isn't that we common folk are coldhearted and deliberately came to watch them humiliate your family. If you want someone to blame, blame your father! He plotted to kidnap Minister Liu and cost the Imperial Court precious time.