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"Should we disband this singing and dance troupe?"
In the Wu'an Marquis Mansion, Zhongxuan Sheng held a thick account book, making marks on it, talking to himself: "Forget it, I'll set up a memorial tablet tomorrow and let them sing and dance there every day. After all, Wang likes to watch."
Yi Shisi, who had been silent all along, only spoke up now: "He doesn't like to watch."
Zhongxuan Sheng retorted: "How do you know he doesn't like to watch? Why else did he bring them all the way back from the grassland?"
"Wang only likes cultivation," Shisi said.
"Whatever." Zhongxuan Sheng said: "It's decided then, he can't argue with me now anyway."
Shisi then fell silent.
"Hey," Zhongxuan Sheng continued: "Do you think that if I arrange a funeral for him over here, spending lots of silver coin, and he suddenly returns, wouldn't that be quite spooky?"
"Will he come back? We can't really say he's dead, right? We haven't seen the body. Bao Bozhao hasn't seen the body... ugh!"
