"*Hic,* who are you?" the Xiang Family Head, bleary-eyed from drink, belched and called out to the blurry figures before him, "Without this family head's order, who allowed you into the study, huh!?"
In front of the alcohol-infused family head was a messy square table. The Xiang Family's memorial tablets were carelessly piled at the edge, while the main case in the center was heaped with wine bottles and small dishes, greasy scraps of food falling from the chopsticks, staining some of the open memorial tablets with ink.
Two dark shadows rose from the ground, looking at each other with furrowed brows, finding it hard to believe that this middle-aged man was the Xiang Family Head who, according to legends, was diligent in clan affairs.
"Perhaps he's a body double. Let's capture him and see."
"That works."
