Song Zhiqing heard Cheng Yong's report, and with a gloomy face, silently accepted the mourning clothes handed to him without saying a word.
Cheng Yong cautiously advised, "Master, the Grand Madam has a point. Concubine Bai died an unnatural death. It would be good to have the monks at the temple chant sutras day and night for her, so she may reincarnate sooner."
"What do you know, Concubine Bai was extremely timid. Now that I've left her here alone, she must be terrified," Song Zhiqing said, bursting into tears. "Just this morning she was still alive, and now suddenly we're separated by life and death?"
Cheng Yong said, "Even if she's scared, the monks are chanting sutras for her. Otherwise, if her spirit follows you back to the manor, that would be frightening. She died unnaturally, so she must be filled with resentment."
Song Zhiqing's sobbing halted, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
