After re-burying the empty coffin, Xu Qing acted as if nothing had happened, took a stroll, and then returned to the foot of the mountain.
Unable to hold back, Wang Liang, who had been guarding the carriage, asked:
"Sir, was there anything strange about that grave?"
"Nothing unusual." Xu Qing responded with slight dissatisfaction: "Perhaps some idle wanderer who knows a bit about feng shui also took a liking to that place and buried a close one there."
"That graveyard originally belonged to the wild mountains and zeas, and it didn't have an owner. Since he wanted to share the site, just let him be. If you come to worship at the grave in the future, just pay attention to your own family's grave and don't worry about whether he's left out."
Xu Qing wasn't sure if the Third Prince's people would come to pay their respects in the future.
For now, the best thing for Wang Liang to do was to act as if nothing had happened, which was the safest way to handle the situation.
