It was already midnight when Jiang Zhan woke up.

Ruan Xia had just finished his supper and said while touching his round belly.

"I can go now."

The Jiang family came over quickly and respectfully, and everyone bowed to thank her.

Ruan Xia waved his hand, "It's a small thing, I just don't want to keep the Drunk Immortal Grass anymore."

Mrs. Jiang burst into tears of gratitude, “I listened to Master Ruan, I won't support him anymore! I definitely won't support him anymore!"

Ruan Xia was about to get up and follow Mo Tingye out.

Suddenly, Mo Tingye stopped and raised his hand to answer a phone call.

"Hello? What?"

Mo Tingye handed the phone to Ruan Xia.

Ruan Xia took it, and a pitiful and crying female voice came over.

"Ruan Xia, save me, I'm going to be sacrificed to my ancestors!"

It turned out to be Yang Ting's voice.

Ruan Xia hesitated for a moment. First, Yang Ting always liked to do little tricks. There were so many loopholes in the past that she wanted to harm her, which was really annoying.

Second, she calculated that Yang Ting was indeed in trouble and it might be really dangerous if she didn't help her.

Ruan Xia hung up the phone and looked at Mo Tingye with some embarrassment.

I saw that the other party only said three words.

"Listen to you."

***

Today is a big day for the Yang family.

Mr. Yang met an expert somewhere. He was said to be spying on secrets and calculated that the Yang family's luck had been exhausted.

Mr. Yang was so frightened that he spent a lot of money to beg the man to crack it, but the man said that it was because the Yang family had always been neglectful of his ancestors, and his ancestors were angry, so he would not help.

Then let's worship our ancestors. It's a simple matter. Mr. Yang is not afraid of spending money. He will make a big show and give his ancestors face.

But the expert said that ancestor worship cannot be performed in an ordinary way, and a descendant must be used as the chief sacrifice.

The ancestors must be happy to see that the Yang family is prosperous and their descendants are filial.

Mr. Yang originally wanted to do such a prestigious thing as ancestor worship, but he was directly excluded by the master.

There are several descendants of the Yang family, and Yang Ting is the eldest.

She is also the eldest sister in the family.

However, when Mr. Yang wrote the list, he wrote his most beloved grandson first.

After he gave the list to the master, the master named Yang Ting and said he would choose her to be the officiant.

This made Mr. Yang very angry.

Although Yang Ting is the eldest granddaughter, she is not as good as her grandson in terms of intelligence and appearance.

Moreover, the Yang family’s huge industry will still be inherited by their grandson in the future.

In addition to spending money, Yang Ting has not learned any decent skills in these years. She really can't use it, and she is afraid that her ancestors will not be satisfied after seeing it.

And the grandson is the key to continuing the family line in the future.

The expert rejected Mr. Yang's idea on the spot.

He said that the officiant might be dangerous and asked the old man to think about whether he really wanted his grandson to be the officiant.

Mr. Yang stopped refuting on the spot.

My precious golden grandson is one of the smartest children in a million, so he cannot take any risks.

Yang Ting didn't know about the ancestor worship at home until she came back from the Jiang family dinner.

She went to the dinner wanting to have fun with her little sisters, but she didn't expect to see Mo Tingye and Ruan Xia.

After what happened last time, she avoided the two of them and tried not to appear where they appeared.

So Yang Ting returned home angrily. As soon as she entered the house, she was told that she would be the chief priest of ancestor worship.

Yang Ting found it quite strange.

In the Yang family, although she is the eldest sister, no one has ever really regarded her as the eldest sister.

The second sister and the third brother are both the jewels in Grandpa's hands, but she is the unpopular doormat. This is hardly a secret.

It was such a big event to worship ancestors and such a pompous occasion, could it be her turn?

Yang Ting instinctively felt something was wrong.

However, when I asked my mother, she only told her to follow my grandfather's arrangements, but refused to tell her the details.

Yang Ting had no choice but to attack her sister Yang Ying.

She went to find her sister carrying a new pink Chanel bag.

When my sister saw the bag, her eyes lit up.

As excited as a hungry wolf.

Yang Ting dangled the bag in front of her eyes.

"Tell me, what's going on with the ancestor worship? You must have heard some news."

Yang Ying jumped on the spot and took off the bag.

"This is the first time that grandpa values you so much. Sister, you are not happy."

Yang Ting got angry when she saw her strange aura, and she didn't take anything seriously.

Even the servants in the family know that Yang Ting is the child that Grandpa dislikes the most.

How much I don’t like it.

If there is anything good or good in the family, it will never fall on Yang Ting.

So there must be something fishy about ancestor worship.

"Don't be such a weirdo like me. What's going on?"

Yang Ying looked at her sideways.

"I see that you look so good in your clothes. You must be going to the Jiang family's banquet."

"You don't care about your own affairs. You only want to marry a rich man and climb the ladder. Why do you ask me?"

Yang Ting angrily grabbed the vase nearby and swept it to the ground.

"Bang -" there was a sound, and the porcelain pieces were shattered all over the floor.

Yang Ying jumped on the bed and confronted her face to face.

"Yang Ting, don't be like a mad dog. Am I wrong in what I said? You don't care about it yourself. Why should I tell you? I won't tell you!"

Yang Ting's body bulged with anger.

"I am your sister after all, and you are talking to me like this, you are really nothing!"

Yang Ying pinched her waist without any intention.

"Tell me about etiquette and humility, Yang Ting, let's see if you can survive tonight!"

After Yang Ying finished speaking, she realized that she had let something slip.

He immediately turned around and ignored her.

Yang Ting returned to her room with a cold face.

It seems that worshiping ancestors is not a good thing. Yang Ying's words are stuck in her throat like a fish bone.

She quickly ran to her mother's room and asked loudly, “Why do you want me to be the officiant? What is Grandpa's plan?"

Yang Ting's mother only said that she was happy for her to take on this important responsibility, but did not say a single useful word.

She kept emphasizing that she was the eldest daughter of the Yang family, and my grandfather had favored his grandson for so many years. Maybe he found Yang Ting better when he got older.

Yang Ting shouted that it was impossible.

I know my grandfather's style best. He is a typical patriarchal person.

The reason why I have only doted on my grandson for so many years is because my younger brother will definitely inherit the Yang family in the future.

For such an important thing as ancestor worship to fall on her shoulders, it shows that ancestor worship is definitely not a good thing!

Yang Ting made a big fuss in her mother's room, and unexpectedly attracted her father who had just returned home.

"Yang Ting! What are you talking about again!"

Yang Ting caught a glimpse of her sister standing behind her father and immediately knew that someone had complained.

"Dad, why should I be the officiant? I don't understand anything. Why choose me instead of my brother? Isn't this strange?"

Thinking of this, a person appeared in Yang Ting's mind.

This person must know the secrets of these ancestor worship customs.

So she took out her phone and scrolled through it for a long time to find Ruan Xia's number.

"I happen to have a friend. She is now a famous master in the circle. There is nothing she can't handle! I want to ask who the ancestors are being sacrificed to!"

Unexpectedly, before I could make the call, my father snatched the phone away.

"The ancestor worship will be held tonight. Leave your phone with me first and I will keep it for you."