After her meal, Ye Qianning had planned to check on the main hall, but she stopped just before reaching the entrance.
"What is it, Young Miss?" asked the butler, who was following behind her.
"I'm not going." Ye Qianning turned and walked away.
The butler hurried to keep up. "They all came to see you, Young Miss. If you don't go…"
"The Old Madam is crude and unbearable. Let her suffer the consequences of offending these powerful nobles. Butler, there are some things you shouldn't worry about so much. Just manage the manor's affairs." Ye Qianning had been curious, but now that a physical fight had broken out, she no longer wanted to go.
'And Madam Zhan calling me her granddaughter…'
'If I go, it'll probably be even harder to clean up this mess.'
