Ye Qianning led Du Yi and his three men to the front courtyard. From a distance, she saw the Old Madam and Mrs. Wang in festive clothing. Xiang Siyan was also dressed to the nines, complete with a jade belt.
The Xiang family relatives present were almost all from Mrs. Wang's side. The various ladies were wives of minor officials, all cluelessly vying to curry favor.
"Eldest Miss." The steward jogged over to greet her.
"Go and dismiss everyone at the gate bearing gifts. We are not hosting guests today," Ye Qianning ordered.
"But..." The steward began to protest, but the moment he met Ye Qianning's gaze, he nodded immediately. "Yes, yes, of course."
'The image of that little girl beating the Second Master was still vivid in his mind. The power in this manor was shifting.'
