That day, Chu Xuan was holding Jiang Yiyi in the Ancestral Hall, first she fell asleep. The sunshine was just right, and it felt warm on the body, so he also got a bit sleepy and followed suit.
After half a day, a rather awkward scene occurred:
The headmaster brought several elders to the Ancestral Hall of the Supreme to burn a few sticks of incense, and discuss some matters by the way.
Then they saw a man and a woman leaning against the altar asleep, with a senior's memorial tablet casually thrown on the ground collecting dust.
The shock on the elders' faces was obvious, and what followed was anger.
"This, this, this, what kind of propriety is this?!" An old man with a white beard was so furious that his beard trembled and he glared.
"Nephew, look at this, what kind of words are these!" A purple-robed old lady also had an unpleasant expression.
With all the commotion they caused, Chu Xuan finally woke up.
