The night was pitch-black.
In the Grand Preceptor's Mansion, when Qi Huaying woke up, she heard Qiang Wei speaking with a maid, saying that Pei Yunmeng had arrived at the mansion.
Pei Yunmeng?
Qi Huaying was startled.
Her brother's body was not yet cold; what was he doing here?
Qi Huaying threw off the covers and got out of bed, intending to head to the hall.
In the hall, Qi Yutai's coffin was placed in the center, and all lanterns in the house had been replaced with white ones overnight. When the night wind blew, it felt chillingly morbid.
Qi Qing sat in his seat, his gaunt body wrapped in a black mourning robe, his expression dead and lifeless, making him look even more like a corpse than the person in the coffin.
Footsteps broke the silence, especially distinct in the night.
He lifted his eyelids, his murky old eyes finally settling on the person before him, as if struggling to recognize the newcomer.
"Marshal Pei," he said.
