At the moment, Jiang Yeqian was sitting on the shaft and looking over some documents that Zhao Xin had given him the night before. He swept a glance over the large crowd that had assembled, then tossed the reports into the carriage. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched the group that was beating drums and banging cymbals from a distance.
"Qi Qingyao, come out and say something if you have the guts," Madam Wu shouted confidently with her head held high.
No one answered.
Madam Wu continued straining her throat, "Qi Qingyao, don't pretend to be dead."
Jiang Yeqian said nothing.
He just looked at her silently.
Ma Sanye, on the other hand, could watch no further. There were more and more people watching in the village.
Ma Sanye said, "Madam Wu, Qi Boli, are you done making a ruckus?"
"Not yet!" Madam Wu took the initiative and said, "Ma Sanye, this is a matter of the Qi family. Please do not interfere."