Chapter 891: Madam She's Change of Heart: Family and Country (3/5, please subscribe)

Yang Yanqi: "Persuade her? Impossible. My mother is very stubborn. Unless she works it out herself, she absolutely won't agree to my plan."

Ye Hei: "How about we let His Majesty the Grand Progenitor pass through first? Once things are a done deal, maybe Old Madam She will agree."

Hu Yifei: "What kind of rotten idea is that? Old Madam She is far too old. If we're not careful doing something like that, the shock alone could kill her."

Li Shimin: "Isn't it just that the person is dead? What's the big deal? Saving someone who just died is far too simple for us."

A'Zhu: "You people are really the picture of filial piety. If Yang Bamei actually did that, she'd be cursed to death for sure."

Yang Yanqi: "Yeah, none of these plans will work."

Wuqing: "Then did you ever mention that Brother Dao Lord Yi Yi can bring the dead back?"

Yang Yanqi: "Didn't mention it. I forgot at the time."

Wanwan: "It wasn't forgetting, 'zero-six-zero,' more like you hadn't made up your mind yet."

Yang Yanqi:

Su Xiaoxiao: "Honestly, Wanwan. Knowing it is one thing, but saying it out loud makes things so awkward for Bamei."

Tianbo Manor.

Inside the ancestral hall.

Yang Yanqi knelt on the ground, the corner of her mouth twitching, and ended the chat.

Just as Wanwan had said, it wasn't that she hadn't considered telling them Zhang Taixuan could save people.

But Zhang Taixuan wouldn't save people for free, and she hadn't yet steeled herself for it.

-2+six(9(eight{5{I@six)She gazed at the spirit tablets in the ancestral hall, and one familiar name after another rose in her heart.

"Father, Eldest Brother, Second Brother...."

The voices and smiles of everyone surfaced in her mind, as if they were right by her side.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save you all."

After murmuring to herself, Yang Yanqi's thoughts drifted far and wide, turning over ideas.

She didn't know how long had passed when, with a creak, the great doors of the ancestral hall were pushed open, and an aged yet hale figure walked in.

"Bamei, do you know where you went wrong?" Old Madam She's voice rang out, icy cold, carrying an unquestionable authority.

As the head of the Yang clan,

she had seen far too much.

Her husband had died on the battlefield; of seven sons who went, six returned....

In the end, the whole household was left with nothing but widows and orphans.

The one thing that never changed was the Yang family's loyalty to the Great Song.

Even if only these widows and orphans remained, the Yang family was still the Great Song's stabilizing pillar, willing to shed their blood for the nation.

But Yang Bamei had actually said, just a day ago, that she intended to welcome back the Grand Progenitor and replace the present Son of Heaven.

Those words infuriated Madam She!

How was such behavior any different from treason?

The Grand Progenitor—did such a person really exist?

This Bamei must have been hoodwinked by some villain.

Thus, Madam She had her stay in the ancestral hall to reflect, to think more on the deeds of her father and brothers.

"Mother, at least let me finish what I have to say."

Yang Yanqi said, helpless, "I'm telling the truth. His Majesty the Grand Progenitor really exists—just in another world."

"Besides, I can bring Father and the brothers back. When the time comes, our whole family can be reunited."

Madam She's eyes turned cold, and she planted her dragon-head staff on the ground with a thump.

"Bamei, why can't you just reflect properly?"

"Standing before the father and brothers who died on the battlefield, you say such things—have you no shame at all?"

Yang Yanqi rose to her feet and said, "Mother!"

"Don't call me Mother. I don't have such a remarkable daughter!" Madam She said, seething.

Yang Yanqi was at a loss: "Mother, I'm telling the truth."

With a wave of her hand, instantly, everything around her flew up into the air.

"Didn't I already tell you? I've joined a..."