"Then does that mean I can't even come to pay my respects in the future?" Nanxiang cried even harder.
"Xiang'er, kowtow to Pangtuan."
Tears welled in Princess Changyang's eyes. 'If this child hadn't appeared, my daughter might have ended up just like the first two. She saved my Xiang'er's life, yet I was powerless to save hers.'
Sobbing, Nanxiang performed a solid kowtow toward the coffin. "Pangtuan, my mother says that when kind people die, they become stars. You must be the brightest one in the sky."
Prince Changyang lit incense to pay his respects, placing the sticks in the incense burner. The child had done the Changyang Prince Mansion a great service, a debt he would remember and never dare forget.
"Old Prince, you've come as well?" Zhan Yi strode forward to greet the arrivals.
Prince Helian and the Princess Consort supported the old Prince as they walked through the gates of the General's Mansion.
