He couldn't help but silently clench his fists hidden in his sleeves, his nails digging deeply into his flesh.
But just at that moment, a shout came from the courtyard.
"Zhao Ya is here to pay respects."
Upon hearing this name, Yun Yuan's eyes snapped open, and he turned his head in disbelief.
A tall and heroic-looking man boldly entered the spirit tent, took a stick of incense from the table, lit it using the eternal lamp, and waved it in front of the coffin before placing it into the incense burner.
After finishing these actions, Zhao Ya stepped forward to Yun Yuan and spoke loudly.
"Young Master Yun, please accept my condolences."
This address "Young Master" was particularly jarring in the spirit tent.
At least Mrs. Yun's face changed instantly.
The atmosphere she had painstakingly arranged was half ruined by this single utterance of "Young Master Yun."
Hence, Mrs. Yun glared angrily at Zhao Ya and asked in a low voice to those beside her.
"Who is this fellow?"
