After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Tong Wenjie's voice was filled with anger: "Father, today is Mother's funeral. If we delay the time, I'm afraid Mother won't be able to rest in peace in her grave."

Tong Guoan heard this and showed an impatient look on his face: "Wenjie, why are you so ignorant?

If the funeral is delayed, it is delayed. When a person dies, his debts are settled and all is settled. The dead are not as important as the living.

I'll find a fortune teller to calculate a suitable time for the funeral." As he spoke, he followed Lord Meng, the Minister of the Dali Temple, and prepared to leave.

Tong Wenjie's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he heard: "Father! How could you say such a thing? Mother just passed away, her coffin is right in front of me, how dare you say such a thing?"

Tong Guoan glared at Tong Wenjie and said angrily: "Wenjie, you are the eldest son of the Tong family and the prince of the Duke of Yue's mansion, how can you be so ignorant of the importance of things?

Now that your aunt and brother are in trouble, what do you want me to do?

Are you going to just let me watch and do nothing?

He is your own brother, how can you be so cold-blooded."

Tong Wenjie looked at Tong Guoan with disappointment in his eyes: "Father, how could you treat mother like this?"

Tong Guoan's face turned gloomy: "Wenjie, don't say anything more. I know you have deep feelings for your mother, but now is not the time to act on impulse. Yue'er and your brother were taken away by the Dali Temple. This is no small matter.

If they can't come back safely, our Tong family will be finished. As the eldest son, you should understand this truth."

Tong Guoan looked at Tong Wenjie and sighed: "Tong Wenjie, don't be stubborn anymore. The most important thing now is to find a way to rescue Yue'er and your brother, and we can talk about other things later. If you insist on holding the funeral as planned, I won't stop you, but you will bear the consequences at your own risk." After that, he turned and left, leaving Tong Wenjie standing there alone.

After habitually scolding Tong Wenjie, Tong Guoan was still concerned about his concubine Li Yue'er and his beloved son Tong Wencai. Before leaving, he even glared at his useless son Tong Wenjie fiercely, as if to vent all his dissatisfaction.

Tong Wenjie stood there, his heart filled with pain and grievance: "Today is the day of my mother's funeral! She suffered so much and was tortured during her lifetime. Now that she is dead, she still has to suffer because of Li Yue'er and her son. How could my father treat my mother like this? This is so unfair... I am an unfilial son... wuwuwu..."

Tong Wenjie felt like his whole world had collapsed. He couldn't bear the grief in his heart and his tears kept flowing.

Li Shiliu looked at the pitiful and pathetic man in front of her and sighed helplessly. After all, it was Tong Wenjie's mother lying in the coffin, and the final decision should be left to him. Li Shiliu did not want to interfere too much with Tong Wenjie's choice, she quietly waited for him to make a decision.

Tong Wenjie thought for a moment and finally said, "Even if we leave immediately, we have already missed the best time for burial. Why don't we go to the palace first to see the situation first.

Moreover, I would not be willing to accept that I had not seen with my own eyes that Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai got the end they deserved.

I want to enter the palace..."

Li Shiliu nodded, indicating her agreement with Tong Wenjie's decision. She simply arranged the affairs on the scene, put Du Sanniang's coffin back to its original place, and then went to the palace together.