The wheels rolled along, speeding down the bustling street. The morning market was abuzz, vendors' cries ebbing and flowing.
Shen Hua occasionally poked her head out to look at the street. It wasn't until she saw the Jing Mansion not far ahead, adorned with mourning banners.
"Inside and out were government soldiers, even Princess Consort Jing received Imperial grace to return and offer condolences. The display was grand; had she not been dressed in plain clothes, one might've thought she returned to celebrate her parents' eightieth birthdays."
Wei Yingying lowered her voice, "I heard the death was both strange and tragic. It was quite unsettling."
"I've seen Old Master Jing several times; he was quite stern but really cared for Dowager Jing. Even when walking outside, he was always protective of her."
Yan Mi sighed, "Dowager Jing accompanied Old Master Jing as he rose from an inconspicuous minor official, their decades of companionship show deep marital love."
"Nonsense!"
