Pei Houli and Pei Wenbo, along with Kong's, who brought her daughter Pei Qingya back, had arrived.
From the moment they were notified until their return, it had been more than a month. To say there had been no delays would be absolutely impossible. And Pei Wenlee had not come back for the mourning.
The time had been dragged out too long. Even though it was winter, Lady Chen's corpse had started to stink.
Lady Zhu, disgusted, had it hurriedly buried as soon as people returned.
Of all people, it was Pei Wenbo who was the most unwilling and aggrieved by Lady Chen's death. He was already seventeen and would turn eighteen soon—after abiding by three years of mourning, how old would he be!? Besides, he had already set his sights on a young lady in Capital Jingcheng; by the time the mourning period was over, she would have long been married off and had children!
