"Then, how do you define getting married? How do I marry?"
"You go to the civil affairs office to get a marriage certificate, hold a wedding ceremony, exchange rings, and become husband and wife."
As Jun Moyan spoke, he unconsciously imagined Xiaoguai wearing a wedding dress.
She must be very beautiful.
"I don’t understand, but I’ll listen to you. Whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do."
Wen Xiao’ai nestled happily in Jun Moyan’s arms, wishing she could quickly return to the Demon Clan, and marry Jun Moyan soon.
"Hmm, I’ll teach you what you don’t understand."
Today, the atmosphere in the Jun Family was very solemn and quiet.
Today was the day of Jun Wuyang’s burial, and the Jun Family had not notified any outsiders.
The arrangements were made discreetly, and the only ones informed were the relatives from the madam’s maternal side.
From afar, before even entering the Jun Family’s ancestral hall, the sobbing of the madam and the old lady, accompanied by several low cries, could be heard.
The cries were mournful, piercing the tear ducts, but none of those in the know would feel sympathy.
After all, Jun Wuyang’s death was his own doing.
The funeral was too simple, not dignified enough, and the madam and the old lady initially disagreed with such arrangements, saying that Jun Wuyang deserved a grand burial.
But the old master disagreed.
He said everyone was clear about the reason for Jun Wuyang’s death. If they made a big deal of it, anyone with a little curiosity could investigate and find out the truth.
Jun Wuyang harbored improper thoughts toward his younger brother’s girlfriend and was beaten half to death by his own brother, dying in a military camp, his death so bizarre. If word got out, it would bring disgrace to the Pacific.
Of course, the old master also knew that they wanted to make the funeral more dignified not just for Jun Wuyang’s sake, but certainly to ruin Jun Moyan’s reputation as well.
After arguing for a day, with neither side giving in, it was finally Jun Qing who spoke up, agreeing to keep everything simple.
Although the madam and the old lady still disagreed, Jun Qing did not intend to seek their consent. He simply started making the arrangements, sending Jun Wuyang’s remains to be cremated.
After all, there was really no other way to deal with Jun Wuyang’s body except cremation.
When the madam and the old lady saw their most beloved son and grandson turned into ashes, their crying was truly heart-wrenching.
Early in the morning, Jun Wuyang’s memorial tablet was placed in the Jun Family’s ancestral hall, and a procession then headed to the cemetery.
Yesterday, Jun Qing had already asked a master to select a good feng shui gravesite for Jun Wuyang, and the tombstone had been erected.
In just one or two days, everything had been arranged, as simple as it could be.
Jun Wuyang probably never imagined that he, the esteemed young master of the Jun Family, born with a silver spoon, would be hastily and even secretly laid to rest, inferior even to an ordinary family.
In front of Jun Wuyang’s tombstone stood the old master, the old lady, Jun Qing, Jun Wuchen and his parents, as well as the madam, who had been injured in the knee by Jun Moyan and could temporarily only sit in a wheelchair, like Jun Wuchen, and the madam’s parents.
All dressed in black with white mourning flowers.
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From the distance, a black figure approached. Gu Li’s appearance, except for Jun Wuchen, the others engrossed in their sorrow did not pay much attention.
Gu Li did not disturb them either.
He simply stood quietly beside Jun Wuchen.
In the evening, the Jun Family called a meeting of all the collateral relatives, informing them that Jun Wuyang had died and was already buried.
When everyone learned of this news, there was a moment when no one could react.
It was just too sudden.