It's not surprising that Ms. Luo would think this way. In the minds of ordinary people, seeing the Emperor in person is a rare honor for generations of a family. And now, not only can they be in the same hall with so many members of the imperial family, but the coffin can also be buried in the royal mausoleum. This is not sorrow, but an honor that ordinary people can never reach.
Yang Xiaochuan thought even more so, feeling a bit envious of his daughter. He wanted a son so much just to have someone to see him off when he passed away. He worked so hard to earn silver just to have a decent coffin when he died, hoping that his funeral affairs would be handled with dignity.
But now, the decency he wanted doesn't even compare to a single pillar in the solemn imperial temple.
Sigh, Yang Xiaochuan was envious, truly envious.
