But today's affairs were far from over.
When Madam Sun emerged from the prayer hall, the news she received was that the eldest daughter had brought people to block off the old lady's courtyard.
Indeed, Yan Wanqing didn't wait for the second aunt to bring the old lady over to point fingers and accuse; she took the initiative and had the servants surround the old lady's courtyard in a circle.
She sat comfortably on a chair moved from Cong Huan, behind the courtyard walls, under a ginkgo tree filled with yellow leaves, leisurely drinking hot tea.
Inside that courtyard, the mood wasn't nearly as pleasant.
"Yan Wanqing is really out of line. How could she commit such an act? It's simply a matter of not putting you, the Dowager Lady of the Township Manor, in her eyes," the second aunt fanned the flames while twisting her handkerchief.
The dowager was considerably upset, leaning heavily on her dragon-head cane.
