The cries were mournful, enough to make one shed tears.
Whether genuine or not, many people silently lowered their heads, wiping away tears that perhaps didn’t even exist.
After crying for a long while, Wu Nianyin slowly stood up, wiped the tears off his face, and turned to look at Wu Qiao Jun, who was kneeling beside the coffin.
At this moment, Wu Qiao Jun’s expression was stiff, almost like a wooden statue.
On the contrary, Wu Niantang, who was beside her, was rather perceptive and gave Wu Nianyin a slight smile, "Brother, you’re back!"
Wu Nianyin also smiled, a smile imbued with an indescribable meaning.
"Yes, I have returned!"
Then he looked at the pale-faced Wu Qiao Jun and said lightly, "Aunt, why do you look so unwell?"
"Ah... Nian Yin, you’re back safely, I’m so happy. I’ve just been busy with your father’s funeral lately, so I’ve been a bit tired, but it’s nothing serious!" Wu Qiao Jun explained dryly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Nianyin’s eyebrows rose.
"Where’s the steward!"
The old steward had been waiting by the side all along and hurried over upon hearing Wu Nianyin’s call.
"Young Master!"
"Since Aunt has been so hardworking that she’s about to exhaust herself, why haven’t you let her go back to rest?"
"This...," the old steward was rendered speechless by the reprimand.
"What’s this about? I see Aunt looking so unwell, she must be ill by now. Father has just passed, what if Aunt falls sick too? Hurry and have someone take Aunt to the back to rest!"
His words were righteous and stern, and anyone unaware of the truth might have truly thought it depicted a ’caring mother and filial son’ scene.
But no one present at the mourning hall was a fool.
Many people’s hearts trembled, realizing the young master was making the first move, and now it was up to Wu Qiao Jun to respond.
If she really followed orders and was carried to the back to ’rest,’ it would signify her complete defeat.
But since Wu Qiao Jun dared to spend a fortune hiring the Firearms Society to assassinate Wu Nianyin, how could she wait obediently for her demise?
Her pale face quickly flushed, and her stiff expression came alive.
"No need for such trouble, I’m just a little tired, and how can I leave just like that? You know, I was the only close person to your father before he passed. If I leave now, even your father’s spirit in heaven wouldn’t agree!"
When she emphasized ’only,’ Wu Qiao Jun deliberately heightened her tone, apparently hinting at her status.
Although you are indeed the only legitimate eldest son of the entire Wu family, I was also your father’s officially wedded wife.
If you dare to force anything here at the mourning hall, it would be equivalent to dishonoring your father’s memory.
You must admit that Wu Qiao Jun was indeed quick-minded.
At least, her counter was quite skillful.
Wu Nianyin didn’t expect to deal with Wu Qiao Jun in one move, so he smiled calmly.
"I see, then it’s my fault. If Aunt doesn’t want to go back and rest, that’s certainly better."
Saying this, Wu Nianyin naturally accepted the mourning cloth handed over by the old steward behind him, placed it on his head, and then knelt in front of the spirit tablet, kowtowing several times loudly.
This secret confrontation seemed to be over, and many people quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Frankly, such secret struggles were more brutal than direct confrontations.
Because both sides were gambling their entire lives.
A slight mistake would lead to irreparable loss.
Wu Qiao Jun was no exception.
Initially, she was indeed a bit nervous.
Because the sudden appearance of Wu Nianyin caught her completely off guard.
In her mind, Wu Nianyin should have perished long ago in the vast void outside.
After all, the reputation of the Firearms Society had been visible to everyone on Great Sun Island these years.
After completing the grand ceremony, Wu Nianyin raised his head and uttered words that stunned everyone.

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