In the next few days, Jiang Qing had been busy managing the old lady's funeral, and after seven days of death, he buried the old lady in Mangshan, a suburb of Beijing.

After the funeral, everyone else went down the mountain one after another, Jiang Qing knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone, his eyes were bloodshot, his slender fingers rubbed the tombstone, and he didn't get up until late at night.

After returning home, he handed over the Ding Wei excerpt he had written in advance to the housekeeper and asked him to send it to the palace early tomorrow morning.

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