Lu Xiang's heart was filled with unwillingness. Why should she kneel down to Lu Qingyun? This was absolutely impossible!
Lu Yan's expression was calm. After a moment of silence, he said indifferently, "Aunt, she's already a dead person. So what if we kneel down to her? So what if we offer incense?"
"But Lu Qingyun…"
Before Lu Xiang could finish, Lu Yan waved his hand and interrupted her. "You're the daughter of the Lu family now. You're the madam of the Lu family, while she doesn't even have a corpse. So what if we put her memorial tablet in the ancestral hall? It's just a piece of wood. It's meaningless! Only the living are the winners. She has long disappeared from this world."
