Yun Jian had always kept her word. As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and sprinkled the oil in front of the memorial tablets on all the tablets that had fallen to the ground. A lighter immediately appeared in her hand. She didn’t even look at it, she opened the lighter with the thumb of her right hand and was about to throw the lighter on the ground.
“No! Don’t Burn It! Don’t Burn It!”
As the lighter in Yun Jian’s hand slowly fell to the ground, the Cheng family’s old man pounced forward almost immediately.
Although the Cheng family’s old man was more stubborn in his preference for sons over daughters, he was very concerned about the ancestral tablet.
His body, which was already in his seventies, pounced forward almost immediately and reached out to grab the lighter that quickly fell to the ground and lit the flame.
Old Master Cheng ignored the burn on his hand. He grabbed the lighter and threw it out of the house.
