Chapter 902: The Burial of Patriarch Shui

When Qiao Ran was imagining taking a hot spring bath, and waiting for the planting industry in the village and the Shenxian Valley supermarket business in the city to mature, she would be able to become a hands-off boss and live the life she wanted.

In the far northern border, a disaster was quietly brewing.

Northern Frontier, Beiliang City, Water Palace.

The mansion that was once bustling and crowded with people is now deserted and has lost its glory.

White silk and white banners were hung at the entrance, on the trees in the yard, and on the corridors, and the big word "甸" (Dedication) was shocking.

The sound of the suona was mournful and sad. Everyone in the mansion was in mourning, waiting in front of an ice coffin in the courtyard for guests to come and pay their respects.

However, the sound of suona continued from morning to noon, and from noon to sunset, but only a few people came to express their condolences and then left in a hurry.

The current head of the Shui family, his wife and the eldest son Shui Baihong held back their grief and anger and had to order the servants in the mansion to move the old head of the Shui family from the ice coffin to a temporary golden nanmu coffin. After covering the coffin, they carried it out of the Beiliang city gate and headed towards the Beiliang Mountains outside the city.

Outside the city gate, in the woods beside the official road.

A young woman covered with black cloth and wearing a black veil on her head hid behind a big tree, silently watching the funeral procession getting closer and closer.

There was anger, unwillingness, overwhelming hatred, and resentment in her eyes, but there was not a trace of admiration.

"Miss Shui, aren't you going to see your grandfather off?"

A head popped out from behind the woman and asked curiously.

The woman immediately suppressed the complex emotions in her eyes, replaced them with a look of panic and sadness, and two lines of tears slowly rolled down, looking even more pitiful:

"I also want to see my grandfather off. He loved me the most when he was alive! He would satisfy almost anything I wanted. He loved me more than my parents and brother. He is the closest person to me in this life, but..."

"It was me who caused him trouble and made him ashamed to live in this world. That's why he chose to commit suicide to restore the Shui family's reputation. Now I am guilty and I can't show up rashly and cause trouble for my family."

"After my grandfather is buried, I will go to pay my respects to him, and then quietly return home to meet my parents, and ask them to rebel against the Northern Frontier Camp to avenge my grandfather!"

After saying this, she lifted the black veil on her face, revealing a charming face that looked more haggard but also more sad.

She glanced at the burly man in front of her who looked like a butcher with her charming eyes, lowered her head shyly, and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito:

"When my parents conquer the Northern Frontier Camp and become the King of Northern Frontier, I will ask my parents to allow me to marry you into the family, so that you can become my husband and enjoy wealth and glory together."

When the man heard this, his eyes suddenly filled with greed, as if he had already seen the extravagant and wonderful life.

Looking at the shy and charming woman in front of him, he felt a warm current surge up in his abdomen and his head felt dizzy.

The rough hand, as broad as a palm leaf fan, grabbed the woman's slender waist and fell into the grass behind the tree, still comforting her clumsily:

"Then don't be sad, my lady. Let your husband make you happy!"

The heavy breathing and groaning sounds in the woods were drowned out by the gradually approaching sound of the suona, and the funeral procession passed through the woods sparsely.

No one expected that less than ten steps away from them, there were two white bodies entangled with each other and in love.