Great Qian, Changlong Calendar year 3,166—third day of the second month.
Early spring~
Only half a year had passed since the Changning Wang Clan's Celestial Banquet.
In this season, spring rain fell in a fine drizzle, as if draping a layer of gloom over the Wang Clan.
Just after the New Year this year, Second Grandfather Wang Xiaohui of the fifth-generation Xiao Generation reached the end of his allotted years and passed peacefully into eternal sleep.
He was the first clansman to die since Wang Shouzhe had taken over as clan head.
His second grandfather, Wang Xiaohui, had been born in Great Qian's Changlong Calendar year 3,060. By the time he passed away, he had lived to one hundred and six.
Theoretically speaking, Second Grandfather Wang Xiaohui's lifespan had already been very long, longer than most people's.
But his passing still brought no small amount of sorrow to the Wang Clan members.
Wang Shouzhe sat in the courtyard, looking at the garden full of spring scenery and the falling rain, his expression seeming faintly dazed.
"Husband," Liu Ruolan leaned beside him and comforted him softly, "birth, age, sickness, and death are all the normal state of the world. Husband already did everything he could for Second Grandfather, even going so far as to seek out a Longevity Pill to extend his life. In truth, all these years, Second Grandfather had been holding on too, holding on until the Wang Clan became a Seventh-Rank Aristocratic Clan. Only then did he leave fully content."
"Ruolan, I understand the reasoning," Wang Shouzhe sighed. "I was only thinking, all these years, our Wang Clan has been desperately developing—what exactly has it all been for?"
"Has Husband thought it through?" Liu Ruolan brewed him a pot of Cloud Mist Spirit Tea. "This is this year's