The sound of wailing suonas and farewells from the people wove a tapestry of sorrow.
It was supposed to be Marquis Ning pushing Wei Zhao, but now Xiao Huaian had eagerly taken his place.
Wei Zhao lay listless, indifferent to it all.
This place was not as strictly managed as inside the hall, and low murmurs went unchecked.
Xiao Huaian pushed more and more slowly, allowing others to overtake them. After all, there was no need to be too eager in a funeral procession.
"I don't ask for much, just give me five hundred taels to help with an emergency."
Wei Zhao lowered his gaze, saying calmly, "If you fulfill your parents' wishes and settle the marriage before the year's end, they won't cut off your monthly silver."
"That's easy for you to say!"
Xiao Huaian was in no good mood.
"Am I supposed to indulge them?"
