With their immediate family lost, the three princes' coffins were carried by their distant relatives.

Paper money fell like snowflakes from the sky.

Behind the princes were an honor guard playing the bugle in a funerary dirge. An oppressive air of solemnity overcame the onlookers.

Zhang Lie had attended such a funeral before; he knew that he was about to experience a rollercoaster of emotions.

As he glanced at the funeral procession, he couldn't help but recall the boy band that the eight princes had once formed. Now, that boy band had dissolved, never to resurface again. Three of the eight...