Lady Lingxiu could not help blushing as she spoke with embarrassment, "There's something so unbelievable…. It really does sound mystical, barely imaginable. It has been about a dozen centuries since the Shangguan Family has risen in Yutang. Tracing back to the source, it's all actually…"
"What you think is too simple and naïve."
Old Mistress Shangguan smirked. "The first ancestor I mentioned was the first generation of Shangguan ancestor who established the clan. If my count is correct, you should be Shangguan Family's one hundred and seventy-second generation! Your nephews are the one hundred and seventy-third generation. The so-called family archive, other than to avoid troubles and to cover up, only records the dozens of generations since the beginning of Yutang."
"One – one hundred and seventy-three generations…" Shangguan Lingxiu was so stunned by the number that she could not think straight.