Ye Shixian froze, the words catching in her throat.
She understood each word on its own, but together, they made no sense.
The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment.
"What? Ye Chutang went to Feiyun Temple?"
"What did that servant mean? Could Ye Chutang possibly be—"
The speaker trailed off, their heart pounding with unease, but everyone understood the unspoken implication perfectly.
—Ye Chutang was actually planning to move her father's and brother's graves!
Never in her wildest dreams had Ye Shixian imagined that Ye Chutang would pull a move like this!
All the speeches she had prepared now seemed utterly feeble.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally regained her composure.
"N-No! Impossible!"
She murmured, looking completely crestfallen.
"How could she do this…?"
'The sheer audacity of it!'
The servant scoffed. "And why shouldn't my mistress do so?"
