As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.,Fang Jue's body trembled, he clutched his heart and hurriedly ran towards the back with the maid.,This is a refrigerated storage room, with white mist hanging in the air. Large chunks of beef are neatly stacked inside.。