He waved his hand to signal the servant anxiously peering out from the main entrance not to speak, then turned to make a silencing gesture to the crowd behind him. Yang Mengchen entered the gate and walked over to the outside of the parlor. Through the open windows, he could clearly see the situation inside, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
Madam Yang Zhou and Shen Qiulan were seated on the left, with Qiao Niangzi and several servants standing behind them, their eyes vigilantly watching the people from Huangsha Village.
The man seated in the place of honor was square-faced, with skin slightly more fair than that of common farmers, and a mustache on his lips. His narrow eyes were swirling around, clearly showing a light of scheming and jealousy.
This man was none other than Xiong Wang, the Lizheng from Huangsha Village, and seated below him were a dozen or so young men.
