Chapter 104 Uninvited Guests at the Funeral
Three days later.
Tiandou Royal Soul Master Academy, forest mimicry training ground.
Tang San, who was practicing the Xuantian Technique, was interrupted by Tai Long who hurried over and told Yuexuan the news from the other side at a very fast speed.
"Young Master, something serious has happened. Your aunt was not able to survive her serious illness and has already passed away!"
After hearing this, Tang San didn't show the bolt-from-the-blue expression that Tai Long had imagined, but his expression was slightly dazed before returning to normal.
Seeing this, Tai Long felt a little cold in his heart.
Although he suspected that his grandfather's disappearance was related to Tang Yuehua, he was even relieved when he learned the news.
However, Tang San was different. Tang Yuehua was his biological aunt, and they were related by blood.
Moreover, Tang Yuehua was so kind to Tang San, but after hearing the news, his reaction was so dull.
"The young master is so cold-hearted, do we, the force clan, really have a bright future by following him?"
"Grandpa, where have you been? The Force Clan cannot live without you as its backbone."
Tailong thought this in his mind and lowered his head very low to prevent Tang San from seeing his melancholy expression.
Tang San, who got up from the ground, didn't notice anything unusual about Tai Long because he had never looked directly at this follower who was always on call.
Ever since Tang San experienced that inexplicable grief more than a month ago, he himself had become extremely indifferent to emotional matters.
Perhaps this was Tang San's nature. A cold-blooded killer who was raised by the Tang Sect from an early age, he shouldn't have extra emotions in the first place.
The abundant emotions before were as if given by the body itself. After the death of this body's parents, Tang Hao and Lan Yin Emperor, the abundant emotions in his heart also dissipated.
Therefore, after Tang San learned the news of Tang Yuehua's death, the first thing he thought about was not sadness, but wanting to accept the legacy left by his aunt as soon as possible.
"Although most of my aunt's funds have been used to support the Haotian Sect, she must have accumulated a lot of savings over the years."
"Also, the Yuexuan building is located on the busiest street in the center of Tiandou City. If you sell it, you will definitely make a lot of money."
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The second day.
A grand funeral was held in a cemetery on the outskirts of Tiandou City.
Tang Yuehua was a top figure in the Tiandou aristocratic class during his lifetime. This funeral was not only grand, but also attended by nobles from all over Tiandou City.
Even Emperor Xueye showed his face symbolically at the beginning of the funeral to show the royal family's attention and concern for the funeral.
Soon, the flower laying ceremony began.
In the scenic cemetery, the nobles present, dressed in solemn black attire, lined up in an orderly manner and presented bouquets of white chrysanthemums in their hands and piled them around the coffin.
The order of queuing is based on status.
The four people at the front are Prince Xue Xing of the royal family, Prince Xue Qinghe, fourth prince Xue Beng, and princess Xue Ke.
Following closely behind were Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and Ning Rongrong, the young sect leader.
Ning Fengzhi walked to the coffin and put down a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, then came to Tang San who was standing aside, and softly comforted Tang San like an elder:
"Master Tang, please forgive me."
"The Tang Sect cannot live without you as the sect leader. Don't hurt your body because of this."
After hearing this, Tang San didn't say anything, but nodded expressionlessly to show that he heard these words.
Seeing Tang San's appearance, Ning Fengzhi blinked, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, thinking:
"It's strange, how come Tang San has changed so much emotionally after not seeing each other for more than a month!"
"Also, Tang Yuehua has been seriously ill for so many days, and there is no news at all from the Haotian Sect."
"Even at this funeral, under Uncle Jian's investigation, the two brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao were not found." "What happened in this? No, I have to have someone investigate immediately."< br>
At this time, Ning Rongrong placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the coffin and walked to her father's side.
So Ning Fengzhi smiled politely at Tang San and took her daughter back to the funeral seat to sit and watch the ceremony.
After that, it was the turn of the three hereditary dukes of the empire to come forward and lay flowers.
In this situation, when status is equal, the older the person, the higher the status.
Among the three hereditary dukes, Lin Rong is the youngest, so he is ranked behind Duke Bai and Duke Shi.
After presenting the flowers, when Lin Rong walked in front of Tang San, she smiled at him, as innocently as a real ten-year-old child.
When Tang San saw this smile, he instantly recalled what happened at his ninth birthday party two years ago, and he immediately gritted his teeth, and veins popped out on his clenched fists.
After returning to the seat and sitting down, the old butler waiting beside the seat moved his lips slightly and said through the voice:
"Young Master, I sensed the aura of Platinum Bishop Salas of Wuhun Palace. He is coming here with a group of people."
Lin Rong sat in the seat and listened, and secretly said:
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"Well, Grandpa Yu, I can feel it too."
"Salas was not invited to this funeral at all. The old guy was humiliated and must be feeling angry."
"The funeral has already begun. He must have come to the door uninvited to stir up trouble."
"However, since the royal family dares to do this, they must be fully prepared."
"This is a face-off between the Tiandou Royal Family and the Wuhun Palace. We can just sit on the wall and watch. As long as the fire doesn't burn us, we can just watch a good show."
After hearing this, the old housekeeper sent a message and replied: "Yes, I understand."
Lin Rong was sitting on the seat, moving back and forth on Tang San and the four members of the royal family from the corner of his eye, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
"Tang San has a dragon's beard needle hidden under his fingernails. When the situation becomes chaotic, he can secretly take action and let the royal family inadvertently notice that Tang San has such a hidden weapon."
"In this way, Tang San will be blamed for the theft from the treasury."
"Xue Ye didn't know that the Haotian Sect had been destroyed by me, so he would grit his teeth and swallow this loss of blood because he was afraid of Tang San's background."
"Although this move cannot have any substantial impact on Tang San, it will undoubtedly destroy the trust foundation of cooperation between the royal family and the Tang Sect."
"By containing the development of the Tang Sect in this way, unnecessary losses can be avoided when it is destroyed in the future."
The flower-laying ceremony continued. After the hereditary nobles laid flowers, it was the turn of the non-hereditary dukes to come forward and lay flowers.
At this moment, Salas, the Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Palace, led a group of people to the cemetery, and his arrogant voice echoed in all directions:
"Oh! It's really lively!"
Salas clapped his hands and walked slowly in, with a false smile on his face and said:
"Why didn't you inform me of such a lively matter? Did you accidentally omit it, or do you think you no longer care about Wuhundian's face?"
At the end of the sentence, the false smile on Salas's face disappeared and was replaced by a look of indifference.
In the cemetery, on the bench.
No one from the royal family expressed their position, and Ning Fengzhi didn't want to shoot the leader. Lin Rong watched the show with interest. The rest of the people did not dare to confront the Wuhun Palace, so the scene fell into a silent silence.
"Oops!"
Salas pretended to be surprised and walked to the coffin, shook his head and said:
"Look, you didn't notify me in advance, so I couldn't even prepare a bouquet of white chrysanthemums to present to Mrs. Yue."
"However, this flower must be presented, what should I do?"
(End of chapter)