On the day of the Laba Festival, it was a sunny day.
Ancestral rituals are an important matter and cannot be delayed.
In front of the ancestral hall, everyone greeted each other until Du Gongfu and Old Mrs. Xia arrived, then immediately quieted down.
Du Gongfu had trouble walking, but he was still the head of the family, and was supported by Du Huaiping and Du Huaili as he hobbled into the ancestral hall.
Du Yunluo knelt between her sisters, listening to Du Gongfu recite the ancestral rites, and she suddenly thought of the ancestral hall of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.
The ancestral hall of the Mu family was much larger than that of the Du family, and the Chastity Arch in front of it loomed like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.
Du Yunluo closed her eyes, forcing the familiar scene out of her mind; in her past life, the arch had fallen, and in this life, she would not let the Holy Emperor grant her another one.
