Xie Suzhi was taken aback for a moment, then he burst into a hearty laugh.
"Alright, alright. You're a grateful little one."
Then, with a sweep of his hand, he declared, "Godfather will go with you to the ancestral hall."
Xie Ming'an was astonished.
It was neither a day for ancestral worship, nor was it the Qingming or Winter Clothes Festival.
'Opening the ancestral hall just like that?'
'His father was far too indulgent with Shen Ningning!'
Xie Ming'an frowned, deciding not to take part in their foolishness.
But after some thought, he couldn't help himself and followed behind them.
Inside the ancestral hall, the candlelight was bright.
The ancestral tablets of the Xie family stood in silent solemnity.
Shen Ningning knelt on a prayer cushion, her small hands clasping three incense sticks.
She said, "Godmother, watching from above, please accept Ningning's bow."
"Godmother, I took four of your jade pieces today, and I plan to use them to save people."
