What is honor?
Is it to strap jade belts around one's waist, to hold high rank and wield great power?
Is it to fill one's storerooms with gold and silver, to be the wealthiest in the land?
What is mournful glory?
Is it the most magnificent coffin, the most lavish burial?
High officials and nobility enduring in their condolences, funerals as grand as celebrations, a procession of carriages and horses stretching like a dragon before the door?
The living can die, but the dead cannot live.
In Wu Yinquan's memory, several years ago he had attended the funeral of the mother of the Deputy General of the City Guard Army, who at that time was the current General of the Yue City City Guard.
Even back then he was highly sought after.
The high officials, nobility, and wealthy clans of the entire Yue City who could attend, did so.
Their prison head could only humbly take the lowest seat at the funeral banquet, and they after presenting their gifts, couldn't even enter the door.
