Wang's Mansion was roughly as large as a soccer field, with the front and back yards corresponding to the left and right halves of the field.
The study, as the most important living space for the master, not only faced south for excellent light but was also extravagantly decorated with carved beams and painted rafters.
However, at the moment, the doors and windows of the Wang family's study were tightly closed, and even the glaring spots were wrapped in white cloth.
Moreover, the atmosphere inside the room was even more oppressive with a gloomy coffin laid out.
Like all young people, Wang Siqi was somewhat dismissive of funeral rituals.
He was well-read in foreign literature and secretly despised the elders' custom of taking treasures to the grave.
Fortunately, all of this was about to end.
Wang Siqi glanced at the clock, waiting for 5 p.m. to arrive, when he would accompany the coffin to the Wang Family's blessed land with his relatives.