At this moment, Xia Country Imperial City.
The night was deep, yet the Ying Family's Ancient Mansion in North City was brightly lit.
The first seven days after Mrs. Ying Sr.'s passing had just concluded, and the entire mansion was still draped in white mourning, not yet cleaned up.
Ying Wenyuan, with a gaunt face, was kneeling silently before the memorial tablet, tossing paper money into the fire basin.
"Wenyuan, you've been fasting for so many days. Do you know how much that pains me?"
Shen Yueli, wearing a half-golden mask, approached, gesturing for Ah Fu and others to leave.
She only whispered with sorrow once the footsteps faded into the distance, squatting beside Ying Wenyuan.
"You're still blaming me for not saving Mom's life, aren't you?"
Shen Yueli choked with a bitter smile.
"Yes, I bear great responsibility, but Mom also sacrificed herself to take the blame for the Ying and Shen Families' sake!"
