In the center of this procession, four white horses drew a tall carriage, carrying a massive coffin!
This was a funeral procession!
Shang Ruyi's breath caught instantly. She widened her eyes, her gaze piercing through the drifting paper money, staring intently at that enormous coffin. Such a design was certainly not something an ordinary person could use; at least, it was reserved for someone of Commandery Prince level!
Could it be that the deceased was indeed...
As Shang Ruyi was pondering, feeling increasingly that something was amiss, she suddenly noticed a hand resting on the coffin.
