Chapter 1738: Chapter 1632: Song Kunlun Arrives in the Capital
This farewell ceremony isn’t like a regular morial; it’s much simpler in form, all in accordance with Mr. Song’s will. Otherwise, according to Song Yun’s wishes, the flags inside the red walls would have been lowered, which would have been more befitting of Second Grandpa’s status.
The farewell ceremony lasted a long ti, during which Xu Hongxing and other high-ranking officials from Sunan ca to the hall to pay their last respects to Mr. Song. The entire Song Family residence was enveloped in a sense of sorrow.
The ceremony continued until evening, when the body was sent to the crematorium at an auspicious ti selected by an unknown soone.
The crematorium, located in the suburbs, was reached with a convoy leading the way, and the entire procession appeared very solemn, with security tight along the way. Although Mr. Song’s passing wasn’t widely reported, the ceremony was conducted with the sa respect usually reserved for top officials.
Once at the designated governnt crematorium, more formalities ensued. Song Yun chanically followed instructions and listened to others’ orders.
At this mont, Song Yun suddenly felt that his whole being seed ethereal, as if his soul had detached from his body, able to comprehend everything around him.
So people were crying, so were whispering, so showed no expression, and so were gloating; every kind of emotion was present.
Song Yun gazed blankly at the crowd of over a thousand people gathered for the farewell.
This... is the fickleness of human nature, isn’t it?
How a person is treated while alive, and how they are treated after death is so starkly apparent, it made Song Yun’s heart throb with pain. He didn’t know how to comprehend a person’s death; he loathed death and didn’t want to see all these stark realities in front of him.
Even before Mr. Song’s body had gone cold, Song iqin was already backstabbing her own father, so could laugh, while others cried their hearts out.
When he was alive, weren’t they all reliant on Mr. Song?
But now that Mr. Song is dead, so with conscience still feel sad, while those without a conscience imdiately start rejoicing.
What kind of situation is this?
Song Yun felt his thoughts becoming chaotic.
Does change in the world really happen this fast after soone’s death?
At this mont, a warm little hand held Song Yun’s.
"This is life,"
Qingluan said softly, "We all must live and must die, and what we should aim for is to have more people truly grieve for us when we die."
"Hmm."
Song Yun nodded, following the crowd, walked into the crematorium hall.
Mr. Song’s body lay quietly in a crystal casket, which was then placed onto a conveyor belt. As the mourning music gradually grew louder, the conveyor began to move.
The crystal casket was slowly sent into the incinerator.
It wasn’t clear how much ti had passed.
A box of ashes was held in Song Ergou’s hands.
"Let’s go back,"
Song Ergou said, "Let’s first bring Second Grandpa ho to enjoy so incense offerings, and later, according to his will, let him beco one with Shen Zhou."
"Got it." Song Yun nodded, then joined the convoy, leaving the crematorium.
anwhile, at Yanjing Airport.
Song Kunlun’s private plane was slowly landing.
He didn’t co for the farewell ceremony, nor for the cremation, but now, when Mr. Song was reduced to ashes held in a box by Song Ergou.
Song Kunlun arrived in Beijing.
He was here to reclaim things.
Things he believed belonged to him.
The box holding Mr. Song’s ashes was placed at the center of the main hall by Song Family mbers, with several incense burners in front. According to Song Family rules, the deceased family head or branch leader would be worshipped here and enjoy Song Family’s incense offerings for a while before being moved to the ancestral hall. Previously, deceased Song Family patriarchs and leaders had spiritual tablets here, but this ti, Mr. Song’s ashes were placed here.
Song Yun stood quietly beside the ashes, watching various mbers of the Song Family offering incense to Mr. Song.
No matter how charismatic or influential you were, after death, you’re just the weight of a box.
The incense burners were nurous, with the Song Family inside and out numbering over a thousand, lined in a tiered fashion before Mr. Song’s ashes, and these burners were soon filled to the brim with incense.
The incense burner in the center was for Song Yun’s closest circle; Song Ergou, Ye Qingsi, along with Song Chun, Song Dong, Song iqin, and Song ifeng all lit their respective incense sticks. Xia Tian and Qingluan, who were Song Yun’s won, also lit incense afterwards, making the entire hall seem sowhat misty with smoke.
"Your Second Grandpa passed away quite peacefully."
Ye Qingsi stood beside Song Yun and said quietly, "Once we’ve properly handled the old man’s matters, Song Yun, what plans do you have?"
"I don’t have any plans." Song Yun shook his head, saying, "Yesterday’s matter concerning Song iqin needs addressing. I estimate that Song Kunlun will soon be entering Beijing, and by then, they will surely use Song iqin’s comnts from yesterday as an excuse to cause trouble for Dad. Dad needs to be prepared for that."
"Your father knows." Ye Qingsi nodded, saying, "Your father’s thoughts run much deeper than yours."
"That’s good."
Song Yun said, "Mom, I’ve co to terms with it too. Really, everyone must eventually leave. Second Grandpa, in his lifeti, knew quite the glory and reached the pinnacle of a person’s journey. Leaving now, there’s no regret; it’s just a pity he didn’t deal with Song iqin and others sooner. Anyway, let us handle them; if we do it right, Second Grandpa could rest in peace in his afterlife."
"Your Second Grandpa would be very pleased to know you think this way." Ye Qingsi smiled.
"I also hope Second Grandpa can be at ease down below."
Song Yun said.
People continued to offer incense to Mr. Song one after another, while outside the hall, many people were still queuing.
Just then,
A commotion suddenly erupted outside.
Song Yun furrowed his brows slightly and looked toward the hall’s entrance.
Outside, Song Family mbers who were queuing began to split to either side, appearing to be making way for soone.
Seconds later.
A mountainous figure appeared before Song Yun.
The newcor was dressed in a black suit, sporting a white stripe on his arm, with a solemn expression, his presence akin to a towering mountain, yet this mountain seed also adorned with thousands of sharp blades, making everyone feel constant stabs of pain.
This was exceedingly powerful presence, and this presence did not lose out to Mr. Song’s, even more aggressive in comparison.
The newcor was none other than Song Kunlun!
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