Zhao Hanzhang stood in front of the coffin and called to the servant guarding the mourning hall, "Go and get a hammer and nails. We'll seal the coffin today."
The servant complied.
Zhao Ji frowned slightly. Traditionally, the coffin should be nailed shut before the funeral procession, but given the circumstances outside...
After some thought, he didn't stop her.
Zhao Hanzhang watched the servant nail the coffin shut, lit three sticks of incense, and quietly watched the coffin for a while before turning to find Mrs. Wang.
"Mother, pack up some things. We might have to escort the coffin back to the hometown immediately."
Mrs. Wang was in a panic, pacing back and forth. "Why the fighting now? Tomorrow is the wedding. If we leave the capital now, what will happen to you and Mr. Fu's wedding?"
Zhao Hanzhang replied, "Right now, survival is the priority."
Mrs. Wang was still anxious.
