After all, their ancestors really were prosperous.
Whenever a member of the Yin Family went out, they only needed to say, "Ancestor Yin Changsheng."
Next, they'd most likely hear a warm response: "Please, have a seat."
This is why the seemingly lowbrow and dull travelogues tucked away in the Yin Family's genealogy kept Li Zhiyuan engrossed, because the Yin Family ancestors always wormed their way into high-stakes gatherings, sneaking in surprises amidst mundane records.
However, Li Zhiyuan noticed something odd—Yin Meng was sitting with closed eyes, biting her lip, her body shivering, as if she was in great pain.
Soon, Yin Meng opened her eyes, exhaled deeply, her face showing exhaustion, as though she'd been drained of energy.
What's happening to her?
Meanwhile, they had to keep moving forward, guided by the shadowy figure of a servant eunuch, leading seemingly to their seats.
