The time zipped by, and a few days passed.
The news of the death of the Yao Family’s patriarch—Yao Qingzun was eventually made known to the whole city. However, the Yao Family did not announce to the outside that he was killed or that he suicided. Instead, it was announced that he died of an illness for the sake of keeping the family’s face. The highest authority leaders of the state eventually chose to remain silent, though they had vague hopes that the Tang Family wouldn’t move excessively again.
As for Tang Xiu, he hadn’t left the capital yet, but all the people from the Everlasting Feast Hall had already left.
Tang Xiu was on Wangfujing Street and was smoking while watching the shops on both sides of the street. Inside his mind, he was imagining Yao Qingzun’s funeral service conducted by the Yao Family today. He didn’t attend it, but his grandfather did.
“Brother, that kiddo Chu Yi invited us to drink, won’t you go?”
