"Father, are we still going to attend the autumn banquet at the Jiang Residence?" Zhang Yanwei asked cautiously, kneeling on the ground.
Second Old Master Zhang Yiyun glared at his youngest son: "You've already made promises; if we don't attend, wouldn't that tarnish your cousin's reputation?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yanwei couldn't help but let a smile slip. Regardless, as long as cousin goes, it will blind them with envy. Let them look down on us.
"After kneeling for two hours in the ancestral hall, go apologize to your cousin. If she doesn't forgive you, then you'll have to watch out."
Zhang Yanwei chuckled, "Cousin is such a nice person, how could she not forgive me?"
It must be said that Ye Qiu has gained quite a favorable impression in the estate over the past two months; even the Head of Family, who was most wary of her, has warmed up a bit. Perhaps the only one who still looks down on her is Second Madam Duan.
