Weimo was carrying a bronze basin as she passed by the Ancestral Hall. Under the flickering, sickly pale candlelight, the back of an old woman could be seen, kneeling and burning paper money.
She knew that the morning's sacrifice was merely an appetizer; the real performance had yet to begin.
Every year on this day, Zhao Yan would spend the night in the East Wing. As she hurried back, she ran into Su Wanzhao standing outside the East Wing door with A-Qiao.
Chapter 51