บท 691: Thoughts without Evil

The once-deserted gate and courtyard of the Xue Estate were still not very lively, but at least some people had visited, and they had all been important figures. In front of the coffin, the Prince of Zhongshan had just very casually nodded and then left. On the other hand, the Minister of Rites had very seriously lit a stick of incense and then whispered a few words. No one knew what he had said.

In the eastern courtyard, a quiet room had been set up. Chen Changsheng, Su Moyu, Prince Chen Liu, and Tianhai Shengxue were seated in chairs within this room.

The four of them were all very young. Tianhai Shengxue, the oldest, was only thirty-some years old.

Chen Changsheng looked at the wound on Tianhai Shengxue's face and wanted to say something.

Tianhai Shengxue spoke first.