After descending the stairs, Ye Qingqing looked at the two of them with a smile, but when she inadvertently caught sight of Yuan Siyi's flushed face, she couldn't help but think: could it be that her husband had done something?
"Si Yi..."
"Qing Qing, I still have things to do, we can talk another day!" Yuan Siyi ultimately couldn't get past her inner turmoil, and although it had been Ye Qingqing who brought up the matter, she still couldn't engage in normal conversation—at least, not right now.
"Husband, how did your chat go?" Ye Qingqing was utterly confused; had it been successful or not?
"As you wished."
...
August 12, time for moving, relocation, ancestral worship, blessing.
Early that morning, a throng of people stood outside the Song Family's door.
They were all neighbors who had heard that the Song Family had been graced by a distinguished person, who had come back to rebuild the ancestral shrine, and so they came to show their support.
