White banners fluttered outside the Xiao Manor, and Xiao Ming's memorial tablet stood in the center of the mourning hall.
The King of Chu personally supported the coffin, his face filled with sorrow.
Court officials lined up to pay their respects, many with tears in their eyes.
"This…" Xiao Ming's voice choked.
In the inner courtyard, Xiao Ming's eldest son, the one who had advised his father not to resign from office during his lifetime, was now kneeling before the memorial tablet, weeping bitterly.
"Father! Your son was wrong! Your son should not have let you die with regret!"
His daughter-in-law held their two children, tears soaking her clothes: "Father-in-law, your most beloved grandchildren are still waiting for you to teach them calligraphy and martial arts…"
