When the news of Wei Zhao's death reached Shangjing, Xiao Huaian, with reddened eyes, beat up the soldiers who came to deliver his funeral.
In fact, he couldn't accept this devastating news.
But he wanted to save face.
He kept saying that he cried because Wei Zhao owed him money.
Whether others believed it or not, he didn't know.
Ning Yunling believed it without a doubt.
For a time, quite a few officials and noble youths rushed to pay back Wei Zhao's debt.
Xiao Huaian felt so miserable he wanted to die.
But the money... he accepted it all.
And spent it all.
Ning Yunling continued to accuse him.
"I thought when you went to escort his coffin back to the capital, you at least had some conscience. But at his burial, you didn't shed a single tear!"
Xiao Huaian: ...
That was because he knew the person in the coffin was not Wei Zhao.
When he was in Ze County, he already had a feeling.
But could he say anything?
