She tidily pinned up her hair, with a pristine white camellia nestled in the bun.
But her clean face appeared somewhat haggard.
The dark circles under her eyes could not be concealed, even with powder.
Ruan Tianling held her shoulders, leading her slowly towards the castle.
...
Nangong Ruyue's mourning hall was set up in a large parlor.
A long black carpet stretched out from the hall, spanning a full 200 meters.
On either side of the carpet, stood a black-clad bodyguard every meter.
Various wreaths piled high on both sides.
"Ruan Tianling and Jian Yufei, the couple here to pay their respects—" the ceremonial voice rose high.
Many members of the Nangong Family stood inside the mourning hall.
Upon hearing the voice, they stirred and looked toward the door.
Ruan Tianling and Jian Yufei walked in with straight backs, eyes forward—
Originally, they were Nangong Ruyue's children and should be mourning as family.
However, the people here would not allow them to participate.
