Chu Qianli always felt that what Feng Yexuan told her on the carriage, that the road was long, had some underlying meaning.
But right now, she was truly heartbroken, so heartbroken that she didn't have the energy to ponder that problem.
The mourning hall was simple; the old Marquess had never liked extravagance or bustle when he was alive.
In his life, he really didn't have any true friends to speak of.
However, many of his peers and juniors in the court respected him.
So, after the news of the old Marquess's passing was sent out, lots of people came to pay their respects uninvited.
Long Feifan was kneeling in front of the mourning hall; although he didn't seem too disheveled, Chu Qianli knew that her uncle was indeed grieving.
Perhaps Feng Yexuan's words were unintentional, but they stated the reality.
After the old Marquess passed away, the uncle had no relatives left in the world.
She, his niece, was nothing more than a title.