Ning Que had never paid his respects to Darkie in order not to raise suspicion. Now that he had gotten his revenge, he did not have to worry even if the imperial court were to find out about his relationship with him.
Now that vengeance was achieved, respects to his parents should be paid. However, his biological parents, Lin Hai and Third Mistress Li were both cremated and had their ashes scattered in the Wei River after a simple ceremony by the Haotian Taoism. They did not have graves.
Then, Darkie's grave shall be the graves of those people.
The snowstorm grew heavier. Sangsang opened the big black umbrella, shielding Ning Que's back with difficulty. Ning Que squatted down, took a piece of oilpaper out and burned it. There were many names written on the oilpaper. And the people, whose names were written on it, were all dead. They had turned into smoke and were blown away by the wind like this oilpaper.