The Zhu family's funeral was held.
When the neighbors saw this, they all changed into plain clothes and came to offer their condolences.
Grandma Zhu was not a Big Shot, but she was kind and had helped many people over the years.
The Jiang family's house next door.
"What are you going to do at a servant's and a widow's funeral? You're the Jiang family's first wife! Even if you're exiled, you can't associate yourself with the servants."
"It's against the rules for you to attend a funeral."
Old lady Liu's face was dark. However, she was still noble in her bones, and there was a huge difference between her and those lowly servants who served others.
Madam Xia had just changed into a long dress and stood at the door with a frown.
Master Jiang walked out of the door and waved his hand. "You can go. What else was there to break the rules? he was now guilty. Who's more noble?" It was a joke to talk about nobility in this place.
