C197 My lady! (2/2)

With Duanmu Qiong dead and Bai Feng dead, the Cloudsail City would probably fall into chaos.

Right now, several princes were fighting for power in the capital, trying to win over some of the nobles. In a place far away from the emperor, like the Cloudsail City, there had to be a leader.

Dressed in mourning attire, the Duanmu Mansion was covered in white cloth. The skies were white as fish and the pedestrians outside the Duanmu Family Mansion were all pointing at them curiously.

When people learned that Duanmu Qiong and City Lord White Wind had fought and both died, countless people were shocked.

Fortunately, Fang Feiyu had already planned this in advance. He led a group of s from the Elder Academy and contacted the divine hall, suppressing the chaos in the City Lord's Mansion. The guy.

Ye Qingfeng accompanied Duanmu Qingxue in mourning. Around nine o'clock, Li Chunyang, Mu Tiange, Liu Feixu, Yun Qingcheng and the others arrived.

They naturally did not know the specific truth, and sighed at Duanmu Qiong and Bai Feng's grudges.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Just like in his previous life, the customs here lasted for seven days, the first seven days of mourning, and the soul of a family member might appear to explain some things.

Seven days later, he would be buried.

Duanmu Qiong's body was cremated, and the bone ash urns were filled with many jewels and books that he liked to read while he was alive.

The burial place was not outside the city, but in the backyard.

The Housekeeper Liu had contributed a lot to the Duanmu Family, so they didn't have any family members.

Duanmu Qingxue's heart became calmer. These past few days, her mother had talked to her a lot.

The Li Clan had thoughts of going to their deaths to find Duanmu Qiong, but when they thought about how their daughter had yet to completely get married, how their grandchildren were all gone, and how the capital was in chaos, if there was anything in the clan, they could still help.

In the afternoon, after Ye Qingfeng and his meal, Duanmu Qingxue dragged them to her room.

”Ye, let's cultivate the secret technique of libretto.”

Ye Qingfeng was startled for a moment, and then nodded.

”I'm talking about the kind that takes off their clothes.” Duanmu Qingxue's face was flushed red. She was anxious to hug her grandson, and she also really wanted to become Ye's woman.

Seeing Duanmu Qingxue's extremely serious and bashful eyes, Ye Qingfeng's heart moved.