Quick-wearing scumbags are haunting, villains please pay attention

Chapter 683 The Ninth Villain 36

After thinking about it, Jian Tong felt that he couldn't just go to Xia Houshen rashly like this, let's see the situation first.

After all, burning the Leng Palace and killing a court lady, and fleeing without authorization is a serious crime of beheading. I'm not joking. For the sake of her head, she has to stay put and stay here for a few days before talking about it.

Jian Tong lived in the inn for a few days, avoiding the limelight, and didn't go anywhere. Relying on the money on her body, she lived a life of eating and drinking, but she was quite comfortable, even if she stayed in the room all day, it was inevitable that she would be a little bored.

Today, after Jian Tong finished his lunch, he felt that he couldn't stay any longer, so he decided to go out for a stroll, so that he would not be so unlucky to be discovered.

The court lady died in her place, and few people outside the palace should know her now.

As soon as Jian Tong got out of the inn, he saw a funeral procession passing by, a group of common people stood by the side of the road watching the excitement, crowded with layers of people.

"Huh? Whose funeral procession is this?"

"Don't you know? The household servant Yao Jinkang and his daughter were burned to death in the cold palace. The burning was beyond recognition, and the death was extremely tragic!"

"You mean Di Yao Liang who was thrown into the cold palace by the emperor less than a month after entering the palace?"

"That's right! Poor! Just look at the household servant's hair turning gray overnight because of his daughter's death!"

"It's so miserable. The palace is really a place that eats people and doesn't spit out bones. I'm afraid the death of Emperor Yao Liang is not that simple?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let people listen to you, you can't speculate about this kind of thing!"

Hearing someone talking in his ear, Jian Tong suddenly understood, whose funeral is this!

It turns out... this is her funeral!

To be precise, it was Yao Nishang's funeral, even though the fine huanghuali wooden coffin was not filled with her, but the maid who was burned to death in the cold palace.

Probably she was burned beyond recognition, so even Yao Nishang's parents couldn't recognize that the woman in the hair was not theirs!

Jian Tong's heart trembled unknowingly, and her eyes fell on the old man who was wiping away his tears. She knew at a glance that it was Yao Nishang's father, Yao Jinkang.

And standing beside him was wiping tears with a handkerchief, the woman with a haggard face was probably her mother.

The two old men who were over half a century old were crying, and they looked pitiful.

Jian Tong couldn't bear it, and wanted to rush up and tell them that she wasn't dead yet.

But she knew that now was not the time to be impulsive, she had to hold back, and when the right time came, she would go back and tell them that she was not dead yet, so that the two elders could feel at ease.

The funeral procession gradually went away, and the snow-white paper money fell all over the sky, and landed on Jian Tong's face, covering her eyebrows and eyes. Only then did she recover from her trance, and sighed to see When the coffin is far away, it is necessary to turn around and leave.

At this moment, the funeral procession was forced to stop and was blocked by a proud man in front.

"Huh? What's going on here? Who is that proud boy in front?"

"I don't know, let's go, let's go and have a look!"

The people around were all curious about who stopped the funeral procession from advancing, and ran over one after another, watching the excitement as if it was a big deal.

Jian Tong also felt a little puzzled, after thinking about it, she also followed the crowd, squeezed among them, and wanted to see who actually stopped the funeral procession.

(End of this chapter)