"Such a tragedy."
"What a pity..."
"It's truly a tragedy, running into this bully."
The Young Emperor, taking advantage of his small size, squeezed into the crowd.
In the crowd, a girl wearing mourning clothes was kneeling on the ground, with a corpse covered by a straw mat in front of her.
Next to her stood a sign - Sell body to bury father.
The Young Emperor's pupils shrank slightly.
Su Xue pulled at the Young Emperor: "Young master, don't look at it."
The Young Emperor was pulled out of the crowd by Su Xue.
Just then, Chuzheng and Rong Shi walked over.
The Young Emperor had an odd expression, and Chuzheng, unusually concerned, asked, "What did you see?"
"A... dead person." The Young Emperor suddenly lunged forward, hugging Chuzheng: "Mother... Empress."
