Murong Ye was unconcerned.
"If she has that much time on her hands, let her do it."
In his eyes, Ye Chutang was making a fuss over nothing.
She was just a girl, after all. When her younger siblings were small, it was understandable that she had to step up and handle things.
But now they were back in the Capital City, living a good life. They should just live peacefully. Why go looking for trouble?
Whether the grave was in the suburb of the capital or in Qingzhou, what difference did it make?
Hearing him say this, Ye Shixian's unease subsided slightly.
'I must be getting paranoid. Whatever Ye Chutang does, I assume she has ulterior motives.'
'She's probably just trying to show off her filial piety and use the opportunity to trample on my father, implicitly criticizing him for the hasty burial back then.'
'But with Father already exiled to Tongbei, this little scheme of hers is nothing in comparison.'
