On the outskirts of Haicheng stood the Yuan family estate.
The splendid, sprawling estate covered tens of thousands of square meters, and everything within had been decorated in stark white. To facilitate visitors coming to pay their condolences, the main gate was wide open, ensuring unobstructed access. Soul Banners, wreaths, and paper effigies of people and horses—various mourning items were piled as high as mountains, spreading out from the memorial hall deep within the manor.
In a side hall to the right, all members of the Yuan family were present. Their faces were grim as they tightly surrounded Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue.
A middle-aged man in mourning clothes pointed at Yuan Youwei and demanded, "Yuan Youwei, what are you thinking? Why are you hosting a funeral for an outsider?"
