Zhao Jing grasped her hand in his palm, the corners of his lips curling up into a joyful smile.
Everyone present fell silent. After the silence, however, they couldn't help but ponder. De'an's idea was a bit wicked, but admittedly, it was the most likely to solve the problem.
After all, when people grew old, what they valued most was what would happen after their death. Rather than tormenting their descendants to vent their anger, they wanted a spectacular funeral. They wanted people to mention it ten or twenty years later and still praise, "That old man is truly blessed in the afterlife!"
Even if he didn't get to enjoy this so-called blessing at all, achieving "posthumous glory" was the greatest accomplishment of their lives.
