“Hiss… What’s going on here?”

“Did some big figure pass away, and now there’s a funeral?”

“No way, this is the Three Armies Guard of Honor clearing the way, it’s a national funeral specification, it’ll be announced on the evening news obituary!”

After a while, the grand funeral procession reached beneath the front gate tower.

It gradually merged with a group of white uniformed guards coming from the opposite direction.

Such a grand spectacle had long attracted onlookers to stop and stare, utterly shocked.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three saluting cannons were fired, shaking the entire sky over the Imperial Capital.

At this moment, countless gazes from the streets and alleys of this capital landmark were cast, focusing on this.

Amidst the cannon fire, the honor guard solemnly and respectfully cleared the way, leading the funeral procession forward.

As time passed, more and more people holding high soul banners joined.

It turned out that the major families of the Imperial Capital, having heard the news, sent people over to express their condolences.

The funeral procession became increasingly large, almost squeezing the streets full, like a long white dragon!

“Oh my God, am I seeing this right, those elders are the top leaders of the major war zones!”

“Marshal Yu! Hiss… Marshal Zhou and Marshal Luo are also here!”

“That man, could it be the National Guardian War God who has been in seclusion for years, Mr. Xia Jiangnan?”

“What exactly is going on, which big figure has passed to warrant such a farewell from so many military dignitaries?”

Throughout the procession, many on both sides of the street recognized the elders around Lin Fan.

Instantly shocked beyond belief, hearts almost jumping out of their chests!

These elders often appeared in TV news footage.

Each held high positions, rarely appearing in front of ordinary people.

Yet at this moment, they walked escorting a young man holding a red cloth-wrapped urn!

What kind of unimaginable figure’s funeral is this, qualified to enjoy such honors?

It must be the fall of a great star, causing national mourning!

With that thought, many onlookers showed faces of sorrow, hearts feeling unbearably heavy.

They also stopped, bowing their heads, silently paying respects.

“Whoa, what’s with this situation, why are so many people kneeling?”

“My gosh, isn’t that Shen Qingqiu from the Shen family? Why is he crawling on his knees too?”

“Impossible, this, this absolutely can’t be! Look at those two women, don’t they look like Mrs. Ying Sr. and Shen Yueli from the Ying family!”

“It’s them, it absolutely is them! I recognize Ah Fu, the head of the Ying family’s four chief stewards, and Housekeeper Jiang from the Shen family, they’re kneeling too?!”

As the Three Armies Guard of Honor led the funeral procession further away.

Before the stunned crowd could react.

They saw a large black flock of shadows not far from the end of the procession.

All were holding high wreaths and paper horses, kneeling on all fours, crawling in pain!

Such a bizarre scene left some with gaping mouths in astonishment.

Some recognized those among them, trembling all over.

Others noticed Shen Yueli and Mrs. Ying Sr. leading the kneeling, almost crying out in shock!

“You bastards, daring to force me to crawl on the ground… just wait, when Wen Yuan and Changlong come out, you’ll pay!”

Whispers came from both sides of the street, incredibly grating on the ears.

Those extremely peculiar stares felt like needles on a back.

Mrs. Ying Sr.’s old face turned pig-liver red, contorting hideously, almost driven mad with anger!

The skin on her knees hurt terribly, gradually rubbed red, swollen, and bruised.

Even through her pants, it was unbearable!

She wanted to break free, but every time she moved, several hands behind her forcibly held her down.

Infuriating, absolutely infuriating!

“Qingqiu, are you even a man, watching them bully your sister and your cousin like this!”

Mrs. Ying Sr. wiped her aggrieved tears, ranting at Shen Qingqiu not far away.

“Cousin, stop yelling, isn’t this humiliating enough already?”

Shen Qingqiu, with a mourning face, whispered urgently.

His face burned with shame, unable to meet the gazes of others, wishing he could bury his head in his pants.

He originally had a chance to sneak away, but who knew the normally kind family members acted like they were possessed.

No matter what, they forced Shen Qingqiu to kneel and attend the funeral, not allowing him to leave!

To make matters worse, he was recognized!

Finished, completely and utterly finished.

Just from this against-all-odds spectacle, undoubtedly tonight’s friend circle and major news media headlines will be dominated for sure.

By then, the Ying and Shen families will be thoroughly disgraced.

Unable to lift their heads in front of the major families of the Imperial Capital ever again!

With that thought, Shen Qingqiu was filled with such grief and indignation, almost fainting on the spot.

“Doesn’t this scene look like when we buried Ying Bufan seven years ago?”

At this moment, Shen Yueli, crawling on the ground, smiled slightly, rasping softly.

The rotting on her half face had stopped due to the Divine Dragon Detox Powder, gradually scabbing over.

However, the cold street wind blew, reigniting a fiery sting.

Shen Yueli pulled out a silk scarf to cover her face, appearing extraordinarily calm.

As if the immense humiliation everyone suffered had nothing to do with her.

“Sister, in this moment, you still have the mind for sarcastic remarks!”

Shen Qingqiu shouted, enraged and red-eyed, crawling on his knees.

“Seven years, just like that, time flew, who would have thought Lin Fan not only returned alive but made this scene reappear.”

Shen Yueli forced a sad smile, mechanically crawling forward on her knees.

Even as her knees were rubbed raw and bloody, dragging two red trails on the ground, she was unmoved.

“Back then, we stood in the funeral procession, basking in the awe and attention of those around.”

“Ha, now look, we have to kneel to see it through…”

As she spoke, Shen Yueli bit her lips until red seeped from the corners.

Her swollen and bruised eyes suddenly flowed with hot tears of blood!

Thud!

Mrs. Ying Sr. was trembling all over, her old face twitching violently, fainting from anger.

Her head tilted, collapsing on the roadside.

Thud, thud!

As if a chain reaction, several others in the kneeling funeral procession collapsed.

All unable to endure the excruciating several-kilometer kneel, fainting from the pain.

“Sister, enough is enough, Lin Fan is far gone, he can’t even notice us!”

Seeing this, Shen Qingqiu was both shocked and anguished, shouting at the still crawling Shen Yueli.

Everyone from the Ying and Shen families gradually halted, dumbfoundedly watching that stubborn, disheveled figure.

“I promised Lin Fan, I won’t stop… I, Shen Yueli, must always remember this day, always remember this bloody path!”

Shen Yueli shook all over, on the brink of exhaustion.

She was always pampered, how could she endure such torment?

To persist until now relied on the overwhelming resentment in her heart!

Her vision became blurred, turning crimson.

The voices around also grew chaotic, eventually turning into a buzzing drone.

Shen Yueli staggered, lifting her head, looking in the direction where the Three Armies Guard of Honor disappeared.

“Lin Fan, I, Shen Yueli, am yet to concede, I… want your body to have no resting place!”

Mumbling silently, Shen Yueli laughed crazily, collapsing in a faint.

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