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Duke of Qi glanced at Han Zhao, whose lips were stretched into a faint smile, and he could roughly guess what he might say.

After a brief hesitation, he eventually nodded in agreement.

The entire hall of mourning was cleared, leaving only Jiang Shu hugging the coffin. However, he was oblivious to all this, or rather, even if he had seen it, he didn't care at all.

His world had collapsed. What did other people's actions matter to him!

Han Zhao entered the mourning hall, respectfully burned an incense stick, and then murmured: "Madam, who killed you? Have you told the Crown Prince in your dreams? Just tell Jiang Shu, I'm sure he will avenge you and seek justice for you!"

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Shu's lifeless eyes moved slightly.

During these days, fearing that a sudden shock might cause the recently awoken Jiang Shu distress, nobody in the Duke's residence dared to mention Su Luo's name in front of him.

Let alone discuss revenge or her tragic death.