The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1832

Chapter 1832: 903 Great Triumph (First Update)

Hour of the Tiger, the sky was not yet light.

The Capital City of Zhan Country was shrouded in a shimmering snow glow.

Xiao Hen ran all night to prepare funeral arrangements for his father; first entering the palace to inform his aunt, uncle, and aunt, where he was held and wept bitterly with his aunt (mostly his aunt weeping) for a long time, then he went to Bishui Alley to notify his great-uncle and the Yao Family of his father’s death.

Afterwards, the arrangements for the Mourning Hall ensued.

Where to set up the Mourning Hall, and how to quickly gather the needed items for it, although they couldn’t recover his father’s remains, a coffin was still necessary.

Thus, he went to a coffin shop to carefully select a superior coffin.

The immense sadness swept over him, exhausting him both physically and mentally, dragging his almost numb steps, like a soulless puppet, he returned home bit by bit.

Aunt Yujin also went out, didn’t she? She must have been busy all night too, after all, the funeral of Zhan Country’s foremost Military Officer is not a small matter.

Meanwhile, Zhan Country’s foremost Military Officer held the little one, waiting until Princess Xinyang was escorted back to her room by the servants, and after both mother and daughter had fallen asleep, he finally stepped out of the house.

All his energy was spent.

He truly couldn’t walk another step.

The father and son unexpectedly faced each other, one standing under the corridor, the other in the courtyard, looking at each other from afar.

The sky was dark, and a white lantern under the corridor had not yet been removed.

Under his own white lantern stood Marquis Xuanping, covered in bloodstains, his face pale.

Xiao Hen stared blankly at his father, in disbelief: "...it’s not yet the seventh day, have you returned from the dead?"

Marquis Xuanping: "...!!"

I’m not dead!

Marquis Xuanping’s eyes went black, and he collapsed, falling with a thud into the Snowfield.

He finally fell down, whether it was from exhaustion or being infuriated by his son, no one knew.

...

Xiao Hen eventually realized that it wasn’t his father’s ghost, after all, a ghost wouldn’t be so weak, and given his father’s disposition, even as a ghost, he would be a cool, handsome, domineering, and arrogant first beautiful ghost.

He wouldn’t be so disheveled.

Regarding why his father appeared here, he was momentarily clueless.

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