Ye Changfeng's funeral was grand, and some people had already heard the rumors. They cast unusual glances at Ye Yun, who was crying uncontrollably at the funeral scene.
Ye Yun now had no time to take into account those glances; she only knew that her only support to stop Ye Qiu was gone. How should she proceed in the future?
Although she had her husband's support, the cold looks from her father-in-law and mother-in-law when they came to pay their respects still chilled and scared her.
"Don't be sad, I will always support you," Zhang Beichen quietly held her hand. His warm, strong palm gave her confidence.
She couldn't admit defeat, and she hadn't lost yet. The Zhang Family wouldn't collapse so easily. She had so much prophetic knowledge that she couldn't utilize at the time, but Beichen definitely could.
Three days later, at West City Prison, Ye Qiu came to see Mei Chunli.
"What are you here for?" Mei Chunli looked at her, listless.
