Madam Xue was a wife who had had a very good upbringing and was very courteous. Even when her husband's body had been thrown into the fields to the side of the official road and she was enduring endless suffering and humiliation, she still did not lose her manners. Seeing this youth that she did not recognize, she softly asked, "May I ask if you need something?"
Chen Changsheng had walked out of the crowd to her because he naturally needed something, but it was something that the Imperial Court currently would not allow anyone to do: bury Xue Xingchuan.
Madam Xue was somewhat shocked upon hearing his answer. She felt deeply moved, but she shook her head, a grief-stricken smile on her face.
In the past few days, the capital had seemed completely silent, but there had actually been a few cries of injustice. However, those people had suffered the same fate as the soldiers returning from Cong Province Army and had been cruelly repressed.
