"Funeral in seven days?" Mo Lingyuan received a message from Mu Qing, "Did the Governor's Mansion send out invitations?"

"No." Mu Qing shook his head: "It's just that the whole Yuncheng has already spread the news. I heard that Master Yichen was overly sad and devastated. He didn't want to see anyone. Everything was taken care of by Gu Wei."

"Leave it to Gu Wei?" Mo Lingyuan squinted his eyes: "Although this Feng Yichen is a dude, he is not like other dudes. He has no skills at all. I always feel that this matter is a bit strange."

Feng Shaojin's death had a great impact, and it was a fatal blow to the Feng family's army. It was unreasonable for this news to spread throughout the entire Yuncheng overnight, making everyone aware of it.

"Probably to build momentum for you." Mu Qing said: "I also heard that Master Yichen had no intention of taking over the power of the Feng family because of excessive grief, and has already handed over these rights to you, and said that you have a kind heart. I will definitely treat the Feng family army favorably, so it is forcing you to make a promise to the Feng family army."

Mo Lingyuan pondered for a moment with downcast eyes, then said, "What time is it?"

"It's just after noon, what happened?" Mu Qing didn't know why.

"Take someone to the Governor's Mansion immediately to see what's going on." Mo Lingyuan said, "If the funeral is held in seven days, Feng Shaojin's body will definitely be placed in the mourning hall."

After a pause, Mo Lingyuan said again: "It's better for me to go there myself."

Although Mu Qing didn't know Mo Lingyuan's plan, he picked a group of people to follow Mo Lingyuan to the Governor's Mansion.

After entering the Governor's Mansion, Mu Qing realized something was wrong.

Feng Shaojin died, since the military governor's mansion was going to hold a funeral, the entire mansion should have plain silk, but the entire military governor's mansion didn't even have a piece of white silk hung up.

Apart from being more deserted and desolate, the mansion is no different from before.

Mo Lingyuan got off his horse and entered the Governor's Mansion unimpeded. The Feng Family Army guarding the gate and the gate didn't even think about stopping them.

Sitting in the hall, Gu Wei seemed to have expected that Mo Lingyuan would come.

He stood up and saluted Mo Lingyuan, "Although I knew that Young Marshal Mo would come, I didn't expect him to come so soon. Please take a seat!"

Mo Lingyuan was also polite, flipped his cloak, sat on the chair in front of Gu Wei, and asked straightforwardly, "Where's Feng Yichen?"

"Looking at tea!" Gu Wei asked the servant to bring tea and snacks, and put them on the table: "Young Marshal Mo must have heard about it too. Master Yichen is distraught and doesn't plan to see anyone."

"Is it because he doesn't plan to meet anyone, or is his people not in the Governor's Mansion at all?" Mo Lingyuan said, "Since I'm about to take over the Feng Family Army, I should also offer incense to Young Marshal Feng."

Gu Wei stood up and led Mo Lingyuan into the mourning hall: "Please, Young Marshal Mo, come with me."

Mo Lingyuan followed him into the mourning hall, frowning slightly, and saw black and white portraits in the mourning hall, hung with white silk cloth, and in the middle of the mourning hall, there was a high-quality coffin, The coffin was sealed, and beside the coffin were two servants kneeling, burning paper and weeping.

"Young Marshal Mo, please!" Gu Wei guided Mo Lingyuan forward.

Mo Lingwei glanced over the coffin, took the incense handed by Gu Wei, bowed and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Before turning around to leave, he rested his palm on the coffin for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just left silently.

Mu Qing stood at the door, watching this scene, he became more and more confused, so...