Who, since ancient times, had ever escaped death?
-When Duke Wang accidentally turned around and met Emperor Mingze's icy gaze, that thought suddenly struck him.
All at once, he made his peace with it.
Since it had come to this, he might as well eat first.
Duke Wang ladled himself a bowl of the "Golden Wind and Jade Dew Soup" the little girl had praised so enthusiastically and began savoring it.
With a different state of mind, even his impressions changed a little.
The old soup he had found so difficult to swallow just moments ago now offered an entirely different experience.
Did the sourness, sweetness, bitterness, and spice mingled in this "Golden Wind and Jade Dew Soup" not reflect the long, sorrowful lives of ordinary mortals like themselves?
Duke Wang gazed through the open window at the land of Qu Chun bathed in the warm afternoon sun, his heart filled with peace.
Such was life. Once one took life and death lightly, what obstacle could one not overcome?
[Grandpa Wang suggested holding a funeral for Uncle Gu so they could collect condolence money from the official uncles!]
[They had to hold the funeral, but Grandpa Wang couldn't be the one to organize it. He had to wait for another uncle to bring it up first, then step forward and bring it about with a show of reluctance!]
[To make that happen, Grandpa Wang spent more than half a month laying the groundwork!]
[Aaaah, old ginger really is spicier!!]
The officials abruptly stiffened, then turned toward him in outrage. "!!!"
They remembered now!
After Gu Ruizhou had supposedly "perished in the calamity," Duke Wang had spent a very long time looking inconsolably grief-stricken.
Not only had he drifted into a daze every few days, he had also frequently gazed mournfully