Her brilliant voice and clear words rang out in the ears of everyone gathered around the Ancestral Temple.
Ning Yi called out in calm praise: "Good!"
Feng Zhiwei sighed emotionally: "Brother Yan has great fortune!"
Yan Huaiyuan stared numbly at the belly, slowly retrieving his hand and turning back into the temple. Raised voices could be heard from within, and finally Old Man Yan called out in his shaky, aged voice: "Hua Qiong, what a shameless and unbecoming widow! How dare you speak so wildly before the Yan Family's Sacred Ancestral Temple? You still dare to stand here where you do not belong!"
Β "Those who speak wildly should know who they are!" Hua Qiong called back without hesitation. "Under the great Yan Family founder's sacred spirit tablet, none are allowed to speak lies or call white black for fear of calling down calamity on the entire family! As a revered elder, are you not afraid of heaven's condemnation?"