Under Situtu Qinger's persistence, the funeral procession truly turned around, preparing to return to the General's Mansion.
This move frightened the surrounding people half to death, and they began whispering amongst themselves...
"Do you think the Second Miss Situ's mind is broken? The funeral procession went halfway and now it's returning."
"Who says it's not? Dead bodies are very eerie."
"Exactly! Carrying it out and then back in, it's too unlucky!
At the General's Mansion gate.
A maid wearing a green dress, about eleven or twelve years old, looked anxious and wanted to rush in...
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!" The guard at the gate saw her and stepped forward to block her path.
"Quick... quickly get... get... get out of the way." The maid, panting heavily and clearly having run some distance, was sweating profusely on her forehead, looking very anxious.
"Which courtyard maid are you? How come we've never seen you?"
