Jiang Wang and Bao Yi spoke for a while outside, and she finally came to her senses, shifting her gaze this way, and some spirit finally appeared in her eyes.
"I am indebted to Marquis Wu'an, Marquis Bowang, and Madam Marquise of Bowang for coming to mourn my late husband." She bowed her head deeply, her voice hoarse.
Jiang Wang said nothing, only returned the gesture, then went to the altar to light incense.
The last time he saw Madam Bao, it was in front of the old Marquis's altar; back then, he never thought their next meeting would also be at a funeral.
At that time, Miao Yuzhi was carrying the legitimate bloodline of the Bao family in her belly, accompanied by the Shuofang Marquis's Princely Heir, who was very tender to her. Her demeanor was quite relaxed, and she interacted with others with extreme ease.
But seeing her today, she was already emaciated, her appearance so haggard as to be unrecognizable.
But aside from sighing, there was indeed nothing to say.
