Xu Jia felt dizzy at first, her emotions indescribably complicated. She only wanted to remind Wen Wan that day, never expecting things to escalate to this point.
A sense of guilt arose naturally, Xu Jia pressed her lips tightly, unsure of what to say.
Some guests reacted, extremely angry, "Proposing a divorce with your husband on the day of your mother-in-law's funeral, Mrs. Song have you gone too far?"
"Exactly, respect for the deceased should be paramount, at least let the coffin leave the house first. Speaking like this in the memorial hall, aren't you afraid of chilling the old lady's soul?"
"Old Mrs. Song's spirit is still lingering here!"
The guests became increasingly agitated, their voices rising in waves, each remark more unpleasant than the last. If not for Princess Wen Wan's status, it might have been even more excessive.
