It was already the next day when Shen Li heard the rumors outside.
At the same time, the head of the Shen family, along with the elders of the family, came to him with dark faces, pointing at his nose and scolding him for half an hour.
When he left, he also made a harsh threat, saying that if he dared to hold a funeral for Shen Sulan and bury her in the ancestral tomb, he would be kicked out of the Shen family tree, so as to prevent the Shen family's reputation from being ruined in his hands.
"Bang!"
Shen Li smashed the cup fiercely, his face gloomy to the extreme.
"Afu!"
He shouted loudly.
Li Afu came in hurriedly from outside.
Seeing the broken pieces of cups on the ground, he carefully avoided them and came to Shen Li, bent down and asked respectfully: "Master, I am here, you..."
“Bang!”
A slap landed hard on Li Afu's face.
Chen Li looked at Li Afu with a sinister look in his eyes: "Why didn't you tell me that Madam was going to hold a funeral for my aunt? And what about those rumors outside? If someone below hadn't told me this morning, would you still be hiding it from me?"
Li Afu was stunned by the beating.
The next second, he knelt down with a thud, lowering his head and saying in a trembling voice, "Master, please calm down. I just heard the rumors outside. I absolutely have nothing to hide from you."
"How dare you lie!"
Shen Li grabbed the tea tray holding the teacup and smashed it hard on Li Afu's head. With a thud, Li Afu was almost knocked unconscious, and blood flowed from his forehead to his cheeks.
He quickly fell to the ground in panic and said, "Master, please calm down. I dare not lie. I have been serving you all the time. I just heard about the rumors from the servants below."
"I haven't heard that Madam is planning to hold a funeral for my aunt. I only heard that Madam ordered a fine coffin for my aunt yesterday, and then had someone hang white silk in my aunt's yard. There's nothing else. I'm not lying. Please, sir, I beg you to examine me."
As he said this, he kowtowed.
Shen Li couldn't help but frowned when he saw Li Afu's look.
"Alright, get out!"
Shen Li asked Li Afu to go out, and he ordered other servants to check it out. The result was just as Li Afu said. Yang Zhao did not plan to hold any funeral at all. He just ordered a coffin from a coffin shop and simply arranged it in Shen Sulan's yard.
And the servant who ran to him to report early in the morning heard the news from outside this morning and secretly passed Li Afu and ran to him to curry favor.
Shen Li knew that he had misunderstood Li Afu.
He was called in again and rewarded with a bottle of medicine. Li Afu was filled with gratitude and took the medicine away, thanking him profusely.
When he walked out of the house, Li Afu's expression faded.
When he glanced back into the house, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
"Go and find out who let that servant into the house to look for the master this morning. After finding out, find a reason to send him back to the farm. And that servant who ran to the master, I don't want to see him again." Li Afu is now the manager of Linzhu Courtyard, and he is also the person who is trusted by Shen Li. Most of the people in the courtyard are trustworthy to him.
What happened this morning really caught him off guard.
Not knowing whether this would disrupt his wife's plan, Li Afu originally wanted to go out when he thought of this, but he soon thought of something and turned around and went back to his room to recuperate.
The fact that he went back to his room and did not leave soon reached Shen Li's ears.
Only then did he completely trust Li Afu.
"Push me to the lady!"
There were quite a few people waiting in the meeting room of the main hall.
Several stewards in the front yard and Madam Lu from the back house were all there, standing on each side and seemingly reporting something to Yang Zhao, while Yang Zhao sat at the desk at the top, still using an abacus and other notebooks in his hands.
She paused when Shen Li arrived.
"Why is my husband here?" She closed the notebook and then slowly stood up from the chair and asked.
The housekeepers on both sides bowed to Shen Li.
"uncle!"
Shen Li said nothing, looking at Yang Zhao with a serious look.
He actually stood at the door for a long time before coming in.
This was the first time he saw Yang Zhaoru sitting in a high position like a superior, handling internal affairs calmly and steadily, which was very different from his usual outwardly submissive appearance.
Elegant but not coquettish, majestic but not harsh.
It has a magical power that makes people unable to take their eyes off it.
Shen Li had to admit that Yang Zhao in front of him was really outstanding and even more amazing than he had imagined.
But this woman, who should have been completely devoted to him, actually wanted to divorce him.
Shen Nian felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.
He stared at Yang Zhao for a long while before slowly asking, "I just heard some rumors outside. I came here this time to ask you how you will handle my aunt's funeral."
He didn't let the steward, the nanny and others go down.
Asked on the spot.
The tone sounded like a question.
A cold smile appeared on Yang Zhao's lips without any expression, but her tone was gentle and calm as she said, "I was just about to have someone tell my husband about this."
"Originally, I had planned to spend a few more days to properly handle my aunt's funeral, but now it's best to bury her as quickly and quietly as possible. I asked my mother-in-law about this early in the morning, and she agreed."
"I was just discussing with some of the stewards where my aunt should be buried. The ancestral tomb is definitely not an option, but we can't be too hasty either. We've chosen a few locations. Come take a look, my husband."
After that, she instructed the first steward in the left row: "Steward Hu, show it to me."
Manager Hu quickly stepped forward and handed it to Shen Li.
When Shen Li took a look, he found it was really detailed and clear at a glance. It was obvious that it was not newly made, because the conditions of the land, location, feng shui, etc. were all noted one by one.
She really put her heart into it!
Shen Li's expression softened a bit, and most of the doubts in his heart disappeared. After looking around, he chose a piece of land: "Let's go here."
Yang Zhao glanced at him, and the smile on his face deepened quietly: "Okay, I will have someone arrange it right away. When the coffin arrives, I will have someone prepare for the burial."
Shen Li stayed and listened for a while, reducing many things to a minimum.
At the end, they just put the body into the coffin and carried it out directly from the west back door. There was no music or people holding banners to send off the body.
It was so low-key that there were only four pallbearers and a few maids and servants, and even the coffin had to be covered with a piece of cloth.
Like a thief.
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