The next morning, Ji Huan, Widow Xie, and the siblings from the first branch were busy in the backyard when they suddenly heard someone banging on the front gate.
Ji Huan's hands were full at the moment, so Ji Xuelan went to open it.
A moment later, they heard her shouting in a deliberately raised voice, "Wan, come quick! People from the old family homestead are here!"
Widow Xie was taken aback. "What are they here for?"
Ji Mingfang's expression darkened. "Whatever it is, it can't be good."
Ji Huan stood up, took off her apron, and set it aside. 'It's only the day after Ji Liantang's wedding,' she thought. 'If they aren't afraid of stirring up bad luck, what do I have to be afraid of?'
In the front yard, Dabao stood at the entrance to the main hall, his little face stern. Beside him sat Dahuang, watching their visitors like a tiger eyeing its prey.
