Cui Lingyao alighted from the carriage. She and Shen Tingyu flanked Mrs. Shen's coffin, supporting it as they stepped through the gates of the Pei Mansion.
Several of the Pei family madams came forward, wiping away tears. They threw themselves onto the coffin, their wails mournful and heart-wrenching.
The mourning hall had already been prepared long in advance.
From the moment they entered Pingzhou City until now, the Pei family's arrangements had been flawless.
Even Shen Tingyu's expression softened considerably, to say nothing of Cui Lingyao's.
He had originally expected the Pei family to cause some trouble. After all, it was because of the grievances his aunt had suffered in the Pei household that she had returned to the Capital City alone with her daughter three years ago.
She had endured what she could, but she worried her daughter would be married off carelessly in the future, which was why she had sought refuge with her maternal family.
