Bai Pingfu's funeral was not elaborate.
Langya City was also not covered in mourning.
Only a white banner was hung at the old Bai Family residence. No feast for relatives and friends, no guests welcomed, exceptionally low-key.
Of course, many understood the reason for this low-key manner—the pillar was broken, the momentum was hard to restore. The once illustrious prestigious family of Yue Country had no choice but to keep a low profile.
Without the power that once dominated, how could it match the once dominant prestige?
The head mother of Bai Family, Wen Juanying, sat in her husband's study, on the chair where her husband died... dressed in mourning clothes, her face sorrowful but without tears.
The tears that should have been shed had already been shed in those past days.
After her husband Bai Pingfu's death, before her son Bai Yuxia returned, she had to hold the family together. And she indeed did everything well.
At this moment, her eyes showed more worry.
