Fu Xinyue pouted unhappily, dissatisfied with her mother speaking .
It was then that Wan Qing noticed Jiangli wandering around in the courtyard outside and paused before asking, "Why is she outside?"
"Dad asked her and Fu Shiyan to stay over tonight, probably because she felt stuffy sitting inside the house, so she went out for a walk," said Fu Xinyue with disdain. "What’s so good about being pretty? She’s so young, like an unripe gourd, what’s there to like about her? Why do men always like such young, tender girls?"
Wan Qing perceptively sensed something and asked, "Has Jianbang started fooling around with another woman recently?"
Fu Xinyue’s face soured, she hemmed and hawed, but said nothing.
Wan Qing’s face darkened, unhappy, but she still tried to advise Fu Xinyue, "You should pull yourself together, too, focus all your attention on Jianbang, our family’s future is all dependent on him."
Fu Xinyue retorted impatiently, "Why should I bow down to him? If he can keep a mistress, why can’t I keep a toy boy?"
"Hold your tongue!" Wan Qing sharply cut her off with a frigid face, "Listen to what you’re saying! Don’t forget who you are. The Fu Family isn’t having it easy these days. Without Jianbang, do you think you’d have such a good life?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Xinyue angrily turned around and walked away.
Wan Qing’s chest heaved with anger, also quite upset. Turning her head to look out the window, she saw Jiangli and Xia Xin strolling about, her expression growing even more overcast.
Jiangli leisurely walked and looked around with Xia Xin.
"Ancestor, are we really just out for a stroll?" Xia Xin followed Jiangli, his instinct telling him that Jiangli wasn’t the type to just wander idly.
But seeing Jiangli occasionally pick up a stone or pluck a flower, he began to doubt his life.
Jiangli tossed a stone in her hand nonchalantly and asked, "Xia Xin, haven’t you felt that something isn’t quite right with this courtyard?"
At these words, Xia Xin suspiciously looked around.
At first glance, it was an ordinary courtyard, just larger and more luxurious than most, and given it was summer, the yard was lush with flowers and greenery, looking less like an ordinary dwelling and more like a garden.
But before he could voice this thought, Xia Xin faintly noticed strands of floating, subtle black yin energy.
His gaze fixed, he became alert, "Ancestor, is there something unclean in this courtyard? Why do I see a stream of yin energy?"
"You haven’t been given the Heavenly Eye for nothing," Jiangli remarked as she walked forward, "Come on."
Xia Xin, not understanding, followed Jiangli.
Jiangli led him around to the back, near the location of the first-floor bathroom.
Upon getting close, Jiangli examined the area and walked over to the Feng Shui Jar.
Approaching the Feng Shui Jar, it seemed as if the temperature nearby had dropped significantly.
Xia Xin felt it too and said, "Ancestor, this place... seems a bit off, doesn’t it?"
Jiangli nodded towards the Feng Shui Jar and urged, "Reach your hand inside and try."
Xia Xin looked at the Feng Shui Jar; even without Jiangli saying anything, he could sense there was something wrong with this jar, "Ancestor, this isn’t a regular jar, is it?"
"Just try," Jiangli repeated, "You’ll know once you try."
If trying is what it takes, then he’ll try.
The Ancestor wouldn’t trick him.
Gathering his courage, Xia Xin rolled up his sleeves and reached his hand into the jar.