Capital, Xie Mansion.
The night was already very deep, but the Shuijing Hall where Yang allocated tasks to the housekeeper during the day was still lit.
The family sat upright in tense silence.
Uncle Xie and Aunt Xie sat at the upper seat.
Xie Zheng and Yang sat on the right armchair, Xie Tao and his wife on the left armchair, while Xie Feng stood behind his parents, his complexion noticeably poor.
The hall was silent for a long time before Aunt Xie broke the stiff atmosphere, "Eldest, speak up, what should we do about this? We need to think of a way quickly."
Xie Zheng hesitated slightly, "I've already sent a message to Ningzhou, hoping Third Cousin and his family will hurry back after seeing it. Or should we wait until they return?"
