"Uncle Ninth! What should we do now?" Murong Ping wiped away his tears and choked out, "Those old aristocratic families from the Wei Kingdom are still waiting outside!"
Inside the grand hall, it was deathly silent, only the uneven breaths of those present could be heard.
After a long while, Xiao Rongyan finally rasped, "Uncle Feng, have someone properly settle my royal brother's body, and send him back to Yan Kingdom at dawn tomorrow."
"Yes!" Feng Yao kowtowed.
"A Ping, dry your tears and come with me to see those old aristocratic families!" Xiao Rongyan slowly laid Murong Yu's body flat from his arms.
"But Uncle Ninth, you have...," Murong Ping saw the blood of Murong Yu on Xiao Rongyan's sleeves and chest, "blood all over you..."
"Send someone to fetch me a set of identical clothes," Xiao Rongyan's voice was extremely cold and desolate, "Be quick!"
