When he returned to the mansion in a carriage, he saw many spirit banners hanging in the mansion, and his heart suddenly jumped.
He tried hard not to think about the worst outcome. He thought that maybe Uncle Wang didn't survive the winter. After all, he was in his forties or fifties, so the family decorated the mourning hall.
However, when he saw that all the maids and servants in the mansion, as well as his uncle, were dressed in mourning.
The pastry in his hand fell to the ground with a clang and quickly broke into many pieces.
But he had no time to care. He ran forward and looked at the word "Tang Wan" on the tablet, still a little bit unbelieving in his heart.
He opened the coffin to check, but found a female corpse that was unrecognizable and had a bulging belly.
He suddenly seemed to be drained of all his energy and fell to the ground, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
Fangrong stepped forward with swollen eyes to comfort him: "General, the lady has passed away, please accept my condolences."
Fangrong was also sad. She had long regarded the lady as the same person as the general. Now that the lady was dead, she cried for a long time.
Qin Xuanzhi covered his chest with his hands, his eyes dim.
His heartbeat was extremely slow, as if it would stop at any moment.
He touched his face, no tears.
He stood up quickly, as if nothing had happened, without shedding a single tear, as if Tang Wan's death was just a trivial matter.
Seeing him like this, the people around him couldn't help but worry.
But he calmly completed the funeral for her without shedding a single tear.
Many people thought that he did not love his wife.
Moreover, this one incident spread his reputation of being unfaithful to his relatives even further. Not only that, many people also scolded him for being heartless and ungrateful.
He ignored all of this and just sat alone in the mourning hall after the guests had left. His back looked lonely and desolate.
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