The warm breeze was gentle, and inside the Wei Family Ancestral Hall were the ancestral plaques of the Duke Shun Mansion's ancestors through the ages.
The Wei Family flourished, with branches back in their hometown of Jinling, but only this line of the Duke Shun Mansion was deeply rooted in Shangjing.
The surroundings were serene, yet solemn and dignified.
The walls of the ancestral hall were filled with portraits of the ancestors, and one of them was Duke Shun, Wei Fengxing.
The servant watching over the ancestral hall had received the notice, opened the doors early, prepared incense and candles, and quietly awaited the General's arrival.
But no one came after a long wait.
Wei Zhao did not go; he was having a reunion meal in the main courtyard.
The air was somewhat stagnant.
Ning Suxuan did not touch her chopsticks.
The few members of the Ning family exchanged glances, eating absentmindedly.
At this time, indeed, they should be at the ancestral hall.
