Village Chief Meng trailed behind the Ji Family, his expression as sour as if he'd swallowed a fly.
And why wouldn't he look sour?
Ji Huan had sent someone to invite him to the pig-slaughter feast, and he had left home in high spirits, only to be intercepted by the main branch of the Ji Family.
Ji Qingshan hadn't sought him out for anything important, just to ask him to act as a mediator.
If it had been anyone else making such a request, he would have agreed without a second thought.
Harmony was precious, after all, and smoothing things over was his specialty.
But this was the main Ji Family, and the person they wanted to make peace with was none other than Ji Huan.
How absolute their words had been when the family split—"Birth, old age, sickness, and death—we shall have nothing to do with one another!"
