Before one knew it, the day of Mrs. Bai's funeral from the Yao Hou Residence was upon them. Zhulan thought of Mrs. Liu from Jinzhou Province, who had passed away before the Min Residence had met with disaster, and now rested in peace after death.
Those who survived from the Min Residence who were of age all died, and those alive were enslaved; the women's fate was even more tragic. Those with courage could take their own lives, those without could only struggle to survive.
Zhulan sighed at the cruelty of ancient systems. One person's mistake implicated the whole family, and in serious cases, the entire clan. Combined with the strict hierarchy of the ancient food chain, surviving in ancient times was truly difficult.
Xue Han was accompanying her mother and had already heard her sigh several times. "Mother, what makes you so reflective?" she asked.
