Moving forward, it was finally their turn.
Yu Tingwan received the incense passed by the nanny sent by the Empress, first handing one to Wei Zhao, and glanced forward.
The small leaf red sandalwood coffin indeed looked luxurious!!!
Yu Tingwan had seen many poor rural folk who, after they died, couldn't afford a coffin and could only be wrapped in a straw mat and buried in a hole dug in the mountains.
The funeral rites of the Crown Prince in the Imperial City were truly grand.
Just the various silk-made paper figurines and grave goods she saw outside, along with the unseen construction of the mausoleum, consumed unimaginable amounts of manpower and resources.
Why not eat minced meat?
Yu Tingwan discreetly imitated Ning Suxuan's posture in offering incense, placing the incense stick into the incense burner with perfect precision.
Wei Zhao struggled to straighten up and made an effort to stand.
The Marquis Ning and Ning Yunling quickly supported him to prevent him from falling.
