On one side, Gu Yuyao was running with everything she had. She was covered in mud, one of her high heels had fallen off, but she didn’t care. Even barefoot, she was going to make it to the funeral.
Meanwhile, the funeral procession pressed forward.
Ye Cang was carrying the coffin single-handedly, walking steadily through the pouring rain. Behind him followed a vast crowd in solemn silence, a mighty display that exuded awe and reverence.
The thunderous chants echoed from this very scene, resounding through the entire Jiang City. No matter where you were, as long as you were within the city limits, you could hear those cries.
Countless eyes, countless forces—all were watching.
But no one dared investigate the details. No one dared step into the area.
Because the Platinum Imperial Palace was stationed there. Even the Patriarchs of several major families were turned away at gunpoint.
Ironically, Qiao Mohan ended up being the only outsider present at the funeral.
She had been mesmerized by the grandeur and solemnity of the scene.
This person must have been some great figure in life, like a dragon among mortals, she thought. Otherwise, how could there be such an extravagant send-off?
But soon, Qiao Mohan felt her scalp go numb. Her skin crawled with dread.
Because Gu Yuyao had actually asked her… to stop the funeral.
Forget whether she had the courage to do it—she simply didn’t have the ability.
Even if she brought the entire Qiao Family, it wouldn’t work!
And more importantly, what she was about to do was utterly immoral—disrupting a funeral was the height of disrespect to the dead!
She would offend the one hosting the funeral… the mysterious, long-lost Young Master of the Qin Family.
“Gulp…”
Qiao Mohan swallowed hard, repeatedly trying to psych herself up.
She mustered her courage multiple times, but her limbs wouldn’t respond.
As the procession marched farther and farther away, Qiao Mohan finally threw all caution to the wind, yelling, “Gu Yuyao, you owe me big for this!!!”
With a loud cry to steel her nerves, she shut her eyes and charged forward.
She shouted toward the procession, “Wait! Please wait, I have something to say!”
“Hmm?”
Up front, Ye Cang and Qin Junfei faintly heard the cry. They stopped in their tracks.
From behind, a woman came running toward them. Who else could it be but Qiao Mohan?
“It’s her?”
Ye Cang frowned slightly. Why was this woman here? And asking them to wait?
Qin Junfei gave her a cold glance and said flatly, “Let’s go. Ignore her.”
“No. Let’s see what she wants first,” Ye Cang replied.
So the entire procession halted. Everyone turned as one, their eyes cold and piercing as they stared at Qiao Mohan.
She was gasping for breath from the run and barely had time to recover before she saw the entire crowd staring at her. The pressure crashed down like a mountain.
Especially with every one of them exuding overwhelming presence—it felt like a tidal wave crashing over her.
The fact she didn’t faint on the spot already spoke to her impressive mental strength.
Forcing down her fear, she stammered, “I… I want the funeral to stop…”
“What?!”
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The shocking words caused an uproar.
Qin Xifeng and the senior members of the Platinum Imperial Palace gasped audibly.
What did this woman just say?
She wanted to stop the funeral?
Was she crazy?!
Even Ye Cang and Qin Junfei were visibly surprised.
“Absurd! A funeral is to honor the dead. Do you even know what you’re saying?”
“Exactly! What you’re doing is a serious disrespect to the deceased! Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?”
“Once a funeral begins, there’s no such thing as stopping it! Young lady, are you trying to block us?”
…
Once they processed her words, everyone was furious.
Led by Qin Xifeng, the senior members of the Platinum Imperial Palace glared at Qiao Mohan with burning rage.
What she was doing was beyond unacceptable—almost like digging up someone’s ancestral grave!
Qiao Mohan burst into tears on the spot.
She knew what she was doing was wrong.
But Gu Yuyao had practically broken down in front of her, begging her to delay the funeral. She had to hold on until Gu Yuyao arrived.
Thud!
She dropped to her knees. “I know this is wrong! I’m sorry! But I’m begging you—please stop the funeral! There’s still someone who hasn’t arrived. She can’t be left out!”
“Bang, bang, bang…”
She even kowtowed to everyone.
“Seize this troublemaker and throw her out!” Qin Xifeng barked.
Two or three strong men rushed forward, grabbed Qiao Mohan by the shoulders, and prepared to drag her away.
She struggled with all her strength. “Let go of me! I need to speak to the leader! I have something to say!”
What she didn’t know was—Ye Cang, the very leader she wanted to speak to, had heard every word.
A cold sneer played at his lips. He chuckled darkly, his gaze icy and sharp.
He had clearly told Gu Yuyao yesterday—he would only wait until twelve.
She didn’t care.
She had even spent the night with her white moonlight, partying the whole time.
And now, after missing the funeral, she wanted it to be paused?
What kind of logic was that?
“Gu Yuyao, you missed the funeral yourself. No one else is to blame…”
With those cold words, Ye Cang looked away.
To him, Qiao Mohan was just a mantis trying to block a chariot. Insignificant.
Qin Junfei said sharply, “You go on. I’ll take care of this.”
She opened her umbrella and walked toward the back of the procession.
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Qiao Mohan, still struggling, was startled to see the crowd parting on their own, forming a path.
Tap… tap… tap…
The crisp sound of high heels echoed. A graceful figure holding an umbrella slowly approached.
Because of the umbrella, Qiao Mohan couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly.
But her aura was overwhelming.
Even from a distance, it felt like majesty itself was pressing down on her.
And something about that aura… felt eerily familiar…
Then the edge of the umbrella lifted slightly, revealing just the woman’s eyes—
A pair of eyes as cold and proud as an icy mountain!
“Ah!!”
The moment she saw them, Qiao Mohan screamed in terror.
She fell back on the ground, her heart consumed by fear.
No way…
Was it that woman?
Qiao Mohan wasn’t sure.
Because the woman quickly tilted her umbrella downward again. But Qiao Mohan could see that she was making a phone call.
“Hello. Contact Qiao Songtao. If he doesn’t want his daughter to get into real trouble, he better come pick her up—now!”
After the call, Qin Junfei turned and walked away.
Watching her retreating back, Qiao Mohan finally let out a long breath.
That was terrifying…
But she thought she’d heard her father’s name.
What she didn’t know was that, at the edge of the funeral guarded by the Platinum Imperial Palace, the Patriarchs of many families were standing watch.
One of them was her father—Qiao Songtao.
After answering a phone call, his face turned visibly pale.
Trembling, he bowed repeatedly, “Yes, yes, it’s my fault for not teaching my daughter properly. I’ll take her away right now…”
Once the call ended, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Then his face darkened.
“Someone come with me! We’re bringing that troublemaker home!”
The procession paid no more attention to Qiao Mohan and continued forward.
Realizing things weren’t over yet, her expression changed.
Clenching her teeth, she rushed forward again.
This time, she spread her arms and blocked the front of the line. “If you won’t stop, then… I won’t let you pass!”
But before she could finish—
A car came speeding over.
A middle-aged man stepped out, said nothing, and grabbed her to pull her away.
“Dad?! What are you doing here?”
Qiao Mohan was stunned, blurting out the words without thinking.