Offering condolences generally just involves lighting an incense stick and comforting the grieving family, but it also expresses an attitude.
After it was over, Prince Han personally led a few people into the adjacent room to rest and have tea.
However, Yang Ruxin didn't notice anything unusual about Concubine Shu, except for some bluish shadows under her eyes, clearly due to lack of rest. But this was normal, considering her personal maid had disappeared; it wouldn't make sense if she wasn't worried.
In a certain courtyard somewhere in Beijing, it looked ordinary from the outside, and inside lived an ordinary elderly couple. However, in the cellar of the backyard, a girl was tied to a chair, a rag stuffed in her mouth. Despite her intense struggle, she couldn't move or make a sound.
"Aunt Hong Yu." Qi Jingyi entered without concealing his face or voice, flamboyantly dressed in a white brocade robe, "Long time no see."
Behind him was Qi Jingrong, swaggering in the same manner.
