Jiang Qing stepped out, closing the door behind him. Turning back, his handsome face looked thoughtful.
"Isn't Mother in a rush to find Master Xuan Ji to perform the rituals for Father?"
If it was about discussing the rituals, why couldn't he listen?
But Jiang Qing was a filial son. The sudden death of the old General had deeply affected his mother, whose health was failing in numerous ways. She had even nearly choked to death on water, leaving Jiang Qing so busy he no longer had time to keep a vigil by his father's coffin. Now that he had a moment to himself, he didn't dwell on what his mother and the master were discussing and immediately returned to his father's side to perform the vigil.
Inside the house,
Lady Zhou, with only one good eye, could hardly see clearly. She respectfully asked in a low voice, "Are you Master Xuan Ji?"
The figure didn't quite resemble him. Master Xuan Ji didn't seem this tall.
