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Xiao Ying retracted her gaze, her gaze drifting towards Mother Rong's face.

"I always felt that the way the Eldest Young Master and the Second Young Master looked at each other was very strange. "I feel like …"

"Shut up." "Mother Rong's kind face revealed traces of anger." The rules of the Mo family were strict to begin with. The servants were discussing behind their backs that their master was going to be punished. Hurry up and put away your curiosity, don't let your imagination run wild over things that have nothing to do with you. Did you hear that? "

Thinking about something that had nothing to do with her? Little Ying felt a burst of bitterness in her heart, was it really okay?

Then why did she have to stay in this empty house? She could have resigned like a master and left to see the outside world. For their own future, for their own happiness, to go for a walk, to see.

The reason she didn't leave was entirely because …

An Qian and Mo Yelan sat in the observation car until they arrived at the entrance of the residence.

Mo Ye Han got off the car and helped An Qian down.

"Slow down." the man said softly.

"Yes." She answered lightly. The two of them headed indoors.

"Eldest Young Mistress, Second Young Master." The servant saw him and greeted him.

Both of them had a faint smile on their faces as they nodded in acknowledgement. When he arrived at the entrance of the dining hall, he found that everyone was already there, sitting on the oval dining table.

Crap! He was still too late. An Qian's heart skipped a beat.

"I'm fine." Mo Ye Han said lightly.

He guided An Qian to her seat and sat down beside her. On the other side of the table was empty, but there was still a set of cutlery. Presumably, it was left for Mo Yefeng.

"The first time I had breakfast, I was late. There was no rule at all." Guan Yongmei was seated across from An Shuang, beside Mo Yong Zhong. She snapped coldly.

Although An Qian did not say anything, his expression did not change. There was no trace of anger on his face.

Mo Yeyue played with the chopsticks on the table in her hands and said indifferently, "Young mistress has just arrived and is not familiar with the Old Mo residence. It is normal for her to walk slowly. I won't bother you with your bullshit. "

"You — —" Guan Yongmei suddenly lost her temper.

"Say less, say less." Mo Yong Zhong, who was beside her, tried to dissuade her with a low voice.

At this moment, someone came from the back room and helped Mo Qiuyi over.

Upon seeing this, everyone stood up and called out in unison, "Old Master."

An Shuang carefully sized up Mo Qiuyi. He looked mighty and heroic, with a righteous aura all over his body. Although his face was somewhat sallow, it still could not affect the vast and cold aura he was exuding.

He walked to the top of the seats and lightly coughed: "Sit down."

Everyone sat down again, and the only sound that could be heard was the slight sound of chairs.

Mo Xuehui's gaze shifted to An Qian as he asked, "An Qian?"

An Qian hurriedly stood up and respectfully nodded her head. Then, she slightly bowed and said, "Greetings, grandfather."

Mo Qiuyi nodded, "That's right. The child is very polite. Quickly sit down."

An Shuang sat down obediently. She raised her head and saw the malicious look in Guan Yongmei's eyes. She was not angry. Instead, she smiled at her.

Guan Yongmei stared blankly for a moment, then a look of disgust appeared on her face and she turned her gaze away.

Mo Xuehui called over the kitchen maid and instructed, "Next time, during the breakfast and dinner, ask the young mistress what kind of taste you like and cook a few more dishes she likes."

"Yes." The cook nodded respectfully.

An Qian felt flattered and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Grandfather."

Mo Xuewei nodded benevolently and said, "Let's start the meal."

Everyone picked up their chopsticks after the old tutor gave the order and started to eat breakfast.

An Shuang finally understood the rules of a wealthy family: they didn't talk or eat, and they didn't say a word. Everyone's dining etiquette was very good, and no one dared to make any chewing sounds in their mouth.

Suddenly, An Qian raised her eyebrows and discovered that there was a little girl smiling at her from the dinner table opposite them. The little girl looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, and she looked extremely cute and beautiful.

The adults by the little girl's side noticed her actions and glared at her.

The girl stuck out her tongue in fear, lowered her head, and obediently ate her breakfast.

An Qian was amused by her naïveté. The man beside her noticed her gaze and turned to look at her. When he saw Mo Yeyue, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

After breakfast, the first thing he did before his birthday was to prepare — the ancestral hall's sacrificial offering.

The ancestral hall of the Mo family residence was at the bottom of the mountain at the deepest part of the villa. It was said that the ancestral hall was built in the early Qing dynasty.

The crowd continued on for more than half an hour before they finally reached the old temple.

Just like the many other ancestral halls, their appearances were solemn and mysterious, as if they were concealing countless stories and secrets. Because it was located at the foot of the mountain, the surrounding foliage was extremely dense, even blocking out the sunlight. This made the old ancestral hall even more mysterious.

There were no rules, and women were not allowed to enter the ancestral hall.

The men stood in unison due to their status. The women lined up according to their status and stood in a line in front of the already prepared cattail leaf.

"Rely on it — the child will enter the ancestral hall, the wife and daughter will kneel in worship."

The men walked into the ancestral hall with incense stalks in their hands. Meanwhile, the women guarding outside the door kneeled down on the Pu Han.

The location of An Qian was not far from Guan Wumei.

One of them was Sun's wife, the other was Zhang Xian's daughter-in-law. These two women both had very prestigious statuses, so they were both kneeling in the front row.

As time slowly passed, An Qian could faintly hear the abbot's voice from within the ancestral hall. Outside, she could hear the wind, the sound of birds, and the chirping of cicadas in the distance.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, he suddenly heard someone shout in front of him, "One Heaven's Reverence."

The women started kowtowing, and so did An Qian.

"Thank you."

Another kowtow.

"Old Master Sanjing Mo."

An shallowly arched his back and lowered his head. When he got up again, he saw the girl's smiling face at the end of the line.

What a beautiful young face. In his mind, the warm smile of the dark night wind once again appeared.

After getting up, the men from the ancestral hall came out. The Taoists made a ruckus for a while more before the ceremony ended.

At first, An Qian thought that they would cause a ruckus for a period of time, but she didn't expect it to end just like that.

On the way back, Mo Eversnow told her that the simple operation was his grandpa's idea. He knew that his grandma didn't like to do random things when she was alive.

"Oh, is grandpa doing well?" An Qian asked.

"What do you mean?" Mo Ye Han took up the topic, "Are you talking about his mood or his body?"

"Everyone wants to know." An shallowly smiled.