In that instant, only one thought raced through Ye Shixian's mind: 'Ye Chutang is trying to utterly destroy us! She's truly vicious!'
'It wasn't enough for her to send people to block our gate with a coffin yesterday—today, she's taken it even further! It's like she's afraid the news of Mingze's death isn't causing a big enough scene!'
But she had no choice but to brace herself and go out to face them.
...
When Ye Shixian emerged, the man at the front of the group, dressed in coarse linen, immediately began to wail even louder.
"Young Master Mingze! How could you have left us so suddenly!"
His cry was like a signal; the people behind him immediately raised their voices in turn.
The sharp, mournful cries were incredibly piercing, making Ye Shixian's heart hammer in her chest.
Accompanied by the funeral dirge, the sound was all the more harrowing.
Ye Shixian's vision started to blacken.
"Who—who are you people! How dare you cause a scene at the Ye Family residence!"
