Conserving her strength was a subtle reminder, telling her to cease talking.
But just as the words fell, she heard Ning Suxuan ask Yu Tingwan.
"Thirsty?"
Yu Tingwan shook her head, "Not thirsty."
Ning Suxuan took a bag of snacks from Nanny Ru behind her.
"Chestnuts bought on the road, want some?"
Yu Tingwan asked, "Peeled?"
"Peeled."
Ning Suxuan said, "Then can you behave a little?"
Yu Tingwan obediently responded, "I always listen to my mother-in-law."
Ning Suxuan coldly laughed.
"You might as well pretend I believed you."
The women were bewildered: ???
Even the clan elder, who had been paying attention to the movements behind him, was particularly surprised.
He looked at the ever-changing Ning Suxuan, then at the ever-changing Wei Zhao.
And laughed.
The ancestral hall with its blue bricks and green tiles stood solemnly, its flying eaves and upturned corners like a phoenix spreading its wings.
