"Ancestor, please calm your anger."
Yu Wenhai, who was standing by the side, suddenly spoke, smiling and cupping his hands, "Today is a big day at the Prince Mansion; everyone is here out of respect for you. When the guests arrive later, we must not let anything go wrong."
These words were spoken with a sense of helplessness, somewhat akin to issuing a command.
The women nearby, upon hearing this, were somewhat astonished, not daring to breathe loudly.
But what surprised them was that the old Princess Consort wasn't angry; instead, she seemed expectant, "Is it really possible?"
Yu Wenhai smiled, "Rest assured, the gathering of everyone is meant to support each other, isn't it?"
"That's good."
The old Princess Consort breathed a sigh of relief, "Where is your master?"
Yu Wenhai respectfully cupped his hands, "My master has other important matters and cannot come."
"Who else will be here?"
"The ancestor will find out later..."
