"The Ye Family was indeed living well in Xiangyang, but that was several months ago," Ye Jiaer said with a wry smile, "but now, look at the situation. People always say that after prosperity comes decline; could it be that the Ye Family's time to wither has arrived?"
In Ye Jiaer's tone was an unmistakable sense of loss. Although she usually carried herself with grace and propriety, she was still young and the sudden onslaught of events had an impact on her. Especially since her eldest uncle and father had been taken away and their circumstances were unknown, she was bound to be affected. Jiang Li noticed the dark circles under her eyes; these past days, she must have hardly had a good night's sleep.