Ye Jiuliang nodded and suddenly remembered something, urgently asking, "Where did you say the ancestral hall is?"
"In the northern courtyard," Ji Mingqian said.
Ye Jiuliang hurriedly ran out, leaving Ji Mingqian unable to react in time.
"Ajiu, wait for me."
The area around the ancestral hall was eerily quiet, and at the entrance, there lay a pile of skeletal remains—upon closer inspection, they seemed to be two dogs, presumably the watch dogs kept by the master of the house in the past.
Ye Jiuliang pushed the door open and entered, noting many footprints on the dusty floor, as well as many torn-up Buddhist scriptures in the corner.
Just as Ji Mingqian had said, not a single ancestral plaque was to be seen on the table, with varying traces of dust where they once were positioned.
It looked like the plaques had been taken away.
Ye Jiuliang lowered her head to look under the table, her eyes dark and deep as she surveyed her surroundings.
