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Before setting off, Sang Qingxiao had a vague sense of what they were waiting for. With the return of the Sang Family, the townsfolk of Small Tavern were on high alert. Upon seeing Sang Qingxiao donning mourning clothes once again, they knew that something significant was about to happen.
The street fell silent in an instant; no one dared to inquire. Some older individuals, having grasped the situation, turned and hurried home. When they returned, they too were dressed in coarse mourning garments, carrying bamboo baskets filled with paper money.
As they appeared, more and more people began to understand the gravity of the situation. The crowd rushed home, and even those without ready-made mourning clothes did their best to change into plain attire.
The funeral supply shop hurriedly loaded its goods onto carts, distributing items to everyone. Aunt Liu, who was known for her frugality, even took out some money. However, when the seller accepted her payment, she anxiously asked if it was at cost price.
Aunt Liu replied, "What are you saying? If I were to profit from you during such a time, that would be against my conscience."
After settling the accounts for goods and money, Aunt Liu's demeanor changed. "You’re quite the shrewd one; Riri here has paid quite a sum."
"Oh dear Aunt Liu," she continued, "I didn’t even charge you for shipping, taxes, or labor costs; I only took the cost of the goods. I’ve actually lost quite a bit on this; it’s all for the sake of the Sang Family."
With that said, she sighed to herself, lamenting how many years had passed since they should have burned offerings for the deceased.
The Sang Family had lived in wealth and prosperity before; one could only wonder if they had faced any hardships in the Underworld over these years. Someone chimed in, "The Sang Family is formidable; how could they be bullied? However, financially speaking, things might not be so easy now. We’ll need to burn more offerings later."
Aunt Liu and her companions initially planned to buy more while prices were low but decided against it after hearing others’ sighs; they would just burn everything instead.
The City Guards noticed the large procession of mourning clothes and recognized Miss Sang leading them. They began discussing amongst themselves. Since they were on duty and couldn’t change their uniforms, they found a large piece of cloth and tore it into strips to tie around their arms.
Old Vine and Li Cu scouted ahead. Sang Qingxiao had timed her arrival perfectly; after waiting a short while, she spotted individuals dressed in mourning clothes bearing the Sang Family emblem. The leader was a woman she hadn’t seen before, with Li Cu perched on her shoulder.
Old Vine leaned closer to Sang Qingxiao and whispered, "Your Sang Family has produced another remarkable woman. Her name is Sang Zijing; she is your uncle’s eldest daughter—your cousin."
Li Cu had spoken with her yesterday; her experiences were both admirable and heart-wrenching.
Before the troubles befell the Sang Family, although Emperor Chongjing summoned many members of the family as per custom, a small number had to remain behind for military duties.
Your cousin vowed to become a general for the Sang Family and bravely volunteered to stay at the western frontier. Back then, when chaos erupted between the Capital and the border forces, Sang Zijing had been away from camp on personal matters without reporting back and narrowly escaped disaster. Later on, someone secretly assisted her by providing a fake corpse as a substitute.
In such tumultuous times, she had no chance to grieve. With help from her former troops, she traveled far and wide to collect remains for the Sang Family. When there was nothing left to recover, Sang Zijing chose not to endanger her old comrades and left alone.
Heart Void, feeling confused and lost, unsure of where to go or how to settle this grudge.
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