Qing City, the Ye Family, the Ancestral Shrine.
"The ancestors are watching, Ye Xuan has no talent or virtue... From this moment on, Ye Xuan will be deposed, and Ye Lang will succeed him as the Heir Apparent."
An old man in a black robe said.
Not far behind the old man stood a teenager with a slight smile hanging on his mouth. He was Ye Lang.
People on both sides were the elders of Ye's Manor.
"Why!"
Just then, a timid sound rose suddenly in the Ancestral Shrine.
Following the voice, everyone saw a little girl standing at the door. This little girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, and her two small hands clenched the corner of the skirt. Her face was a little pale and morbid. She seemed a bit fragile, and there was a trace of nervousness in her eyes.
This little girl
