The servant hesitated a moment, then asked, "Second Miss, aren't you going to Fengling Lane?"
Ye Chutang casually tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and adjusted the white jade hairpin in her hair.
"I won't be going today. Mingze has just passed away. I'd only be causing trouble if I went now."
'Besides, the coffin has already been delivered to their door. I've been more than considerate.'
The servant gave a sound of assent and flicked the whip, moving onward.
...
"Miss Ye, can you please hurry things along?"
The soldier on guard duty urged her with a frown.
'The man's been dead all night. If this drags on any longer, what's it going to look like?'
Ye Shixian's face was ghastly pale, her lips trembling with rage and resentment.
She swallowed the taste of blood in her mouth. When she looked up again, her expression was momentarily ferocious.
"This is our family's affair. I don't believe it's your place to interfere."
