Gu Qiqi’s heart tightened when she saw the dazzling white banner and black cloth at the door, which was only used at funerals. She quickly walked into the Chu residence.
The hall of the ancient Chu residence had a spiritual altar. Chu Junmo’s portrait was placed in the middle, and a blue and white porcelain barrel-shaped jar was placed on the table under the portrait.
The news of Chu Junmo’s death had not spread yet. The hall was filled with the former servants of the Chu residence. They did not even have a single friend.
However, he had no children, no parents, and did not even have a lover when he was alive.
He only had an uncle, Feng Yang, who was old and in poor health. It was impossible for him to have the energy to preside over his funeral.
Fortunately, he had always been kind and generous to the servants when he was alive. The servants behind him had come back to send him to his funeral on their own accord. That was why no one had even cleaned up his bones.
