The establishment of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor held great significance for Liyue.
Because of the Archon War, the lands of Liyue were left devastated—its people suffered, its cities ruined, and all was waiting to be rebuilt.
The lingering resentment of the fallen gods brought with it plague and pestilence that continued to spread across the nation. Since the founding of Liyue, the government had never ceased its efforts to contain the outbreaks, but results had been poor.
In the original Genshin storyline, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor had been founded precisely to cremate corpses, to draw a clear line between the realms of the living and the dead, effectively halting the spread of disease.
Thus, Jiang Yan not only approved of the idea—he believed it deserved strong support.
Without hesitation, he signed the official petition authorizing the establishment of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
In the approval note, he even commended Hu Ming's reasoning for creating it, as a show of his personal endorsement.
Setting the document aside, Jiang Yan continued working through the rest of the paperwork.
Although Ganyu and the others had already handled most of the files for him, the remaining stack still kept him busy from morning till dusk.
When he finally finished the last one, Jiang Yan stretched his back and let out a long yawn.
"At last… finally done," he muttered.
"I have no idea how Ganyu manages to put up with this every single day."
He grumbled to himself as he walked to the window. Outside, even as the sun dipped below the horizon, faint cries of street vendors could still be heard.
Resting his chin on one hand, Jiang Yan gazed quietly upon Liyue Harbor, now beginning to show signs of prosperity once more.
At that moment, Ganyu approached, carrying a cup of steaming tea.
"All the paperwork finished?" she asked, a little surprised.
Normally, a workload that size would keep even Morax himself occupied until nightfall. But Jiang Yan's way of handling government affairs was quite different from Morax's.
When Morax rejected a proposal, he would always explain the reasons behind the refusal.
Jiang Yan, however, was blunt—"Rejected" meant exactly that.
As for why it was denied? Figure it out yourself.
I'm not your nanny!
"Mm."
Jiang Yan stood up from the window, took the cup from Ganyu's hands, and said softly, "Thank you. You've worked hard."
Setting the tea down, he pulled Ganyu gently into his arms. Together, they watched the setting sun through the window.
Leaning against his shoulder, Ganyu murmured, "It's so beautiful…"
"It is," Jiang Yan agreed with a smile. "But not as beautiful as my Ganyu."
Her face instantly turned pink, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Oh? Getting shy, are we?" Jiang Yan teased, cupping her cheek before leaning in for a kiss.
The bashful Ganyu was irresistibly adorable.
"Mmm… you're awful," she whispered breathlessly, pushing him away, her lips still glistening faintly.
Jiang Yan chuckled, brushing away the sparkle at the corner of her mouth.
"I still have work to do… I'd better go."
Flustered, Ganyu hurried off—if she stayed any longer, who knew what might happen.
Just thinking about the madness of the previous night made her knees weak.
Watching her retreat in such a panic, Jiang Yan couldn't help but laugh.
He turned his gaze back to the window, to the leaves outside bathed in golden light from the setting sun.
"A peaceful life… isn't so bad after all," he murmured.
A week later, under Jiang Yan's approval, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was officially founded.
To ease public resistance to cremation, the Liyue government issued a public notice:
From this day forth, funerals within Liyue shall primarily adopt cremation, with ashes to be buried afterward.
This both prevented the spread of plague and offered a psychological comfort to those stubbornly attached to traditional burials.
Even so, many still refused to have their loved ones' remains burned, and they openly opposed the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Most of these people were cowards who bullied the weak but feared the strong—they didn't dare challenge the government, so instead they took out their anger on the funeral parlor, making a scene and seriously disrupting its work.
"Lord Adeptus! There's trouble again at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor!"
A Millelith guard rushed in and bowed deeply before Jiang Yan.
"What's the situation?" Jiang Yan asked without looking up, his pen still moving across the page.
"These people have gotten craftier. Despite repeated warnings—and even arrests—they're not afraid anymore. Now they wait for funerals to begin and cause chaos so the rites can't proceed."
Jiang Yan's pen froze mid-stroke.
"To disturb the dead and deny them peace… these people truly fear no retribution," he said coldly, setting his brush aside and rising to his feet.
"So, they're dissatisfied with me, their Grand Steward, are they?"
His calm voice made the Millelith guard break out in a cold sweat.
"Gather the Millelith," Jiang Yan ordered. "I'll go there myself."
"Yes, sir!" The guard saluted and hurried off to rally the troops.
Jiang Yan stepped out onto the balcony—and in a single leap, soared toward the direction of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Outside the parlor, a mob of rough men in coarse clothing brandished hoes and shovels, shouting angrily at the gates.
Facing them was a group of attendants in dark brown uniforms, trying their best to reason with the crowd.
"You dare burn human bodies? Aren't you afraid their souls will come for you at night?!" one brawny man roared.
"As long as I'm around, this Wangsheng place won't stay open another day!"
"Oh?"
"I'd very much like to see how you plan to make that happen."
A clear, commanding voice rang out from above.
Jiang Yan descended from the sky, his long robe of dark cyan fluttering in the air. With his silver hair and pointed ears, his identity was instantly recognized by the crowd.
"Lord Adeptus!"
"Lord Adeptus has arrived!"
The surrounding people greeted him respectfully. Jiang Yan smiled and nodded back, then turned his gaze toward the brawny man whose face had already gone pale.
"Come," Jiang Yan said softly.
"Show me how you intend to stop the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor from operating."
His voice was calm, his expression unreadable—but the weight of it was enough to silence the square.
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