The summer night, even the breeze was hot, cicadas chirped, insects buzzed, only the watery moonlight carried a layer of coolness.
On this sleepless night, the Jiang Mansion was also brightly lit; except for the children, almost everyone was gathered in the living room.
An emergency meeting, naturally.
The old lady had already gone to bed, but upon hearing of the incident, she got up quickly, wearing a dark purple nightgown, gold-rimmed reading glasses, holding a teacup, and was eyeing the only outsider in the room—
Yang Yiyi.
Yang Yiyi had seen this elder lady before at the full moon banquet of Xiaowai but had not spoken with her, finding her kind and gentle, yet dignified.
At this moment, the eyes behind the glasses were world-weary and cloudy, yet seemed to hide sharpness capable of seeing through her.
Not to mention Jiang Jinsang, Tang Wan, and others were also there, as well as the formidable eldest Jiang daughter-in-law from last time.
