Chu Suifeng did not shed any tears, riding silently behind the coffin of the old lady. Even so, no one thought he was not grieving. On the contrary, many people were moved by his restraint and began to feel sorry for him.
"What a hullabaloo." Inside the inn, the Chu prince was standing up high, smilingly watching the crowd that were part of the funeral procession outside. "I reckoned the Prince of the Tomb would have trouble showing up at the funeral."
"My lord, the search outside is very strict. All the city gates have been sealed off," the guard beside him reported.
"I guess I won't be able to go back to the Capital City for the New Year, so I might as well stay in Feng City and experience the festive atmosphere of the North Country," said the Chu prince with a smile.
"Yes, my lord."
The Wang prince hid in the courtyard, seemingly indifferent to the events happening around him.
"My lord, Chu prince's men seem to have mingled in."