Ye Jianxi turned her head and saw Lu Shao'an and Mu Wan Ru walking over together. The two of them were dressed neatly and stopped in front of her.
\"Wanru.\" Ye Jianxi greeted.
Mu Wanru raised her eyes and looked at her without saying anything, her gaze piercing.
Ye Jianxi was stunned for a moment. She did not understand why she looked at her like this. Just as she was about to ask why, Old Madame Mu said, \"Since everyone has arrived, let's officially start the ancestor worship.\"
Everyone in the hall started to move. When Ye Jianxi looked at Mu Wanru again, she had already left with Lu Shao'an.
Looking at her back, Ye Jianxi frowned.
\"Everyone has left, what are you still doing?\" Mu Luochen held her hand and led her away with the crowd.
\"There seems to be something wrong with Wanru.\" Ye Jianxi said hesitantly.
\"Maybe she didn't rest yesterday. She's just a child and her mood changes very quickly.\" Mu Luochen didn't care.
Ye Jianxi thought for a moment and felt that what he said was right, so she didn't think about it anymore.
The Mu Clan's ancestral worship was a major event. Every year, all the descendants of the Mu Clan would be recalled to worship their ancestors. The ceremony was complicated, and it usually took three to four days from the beginning to the end.
This was the first time Ye Jianxi had participated in such a formal ancestral sacrifice ceremony, so she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Fortunately, Mu Luochen reminded her from the side that there wasn't much wrong with it.
After finishing the prelude with great difficulty, before Ye Jianxi could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the matriarch say, \"Jianxi, take my place this year to pay respects to the ancestors of the Mu Clan.\"
As the matriarch finished speaking, she stuffed the thumb-thick yellow fragrance into her hand.
Ye Jianxi looked at Mu Luochen helplessly, only to see him smiling faintly and staring at her leisurely, with no intention of interfering at all.
\"Grandma, this … I can't.\" Ye Jianxi had no choice but to decline.
\"What's wrong? Just put the incense in the incense burner.\" Old Madame Mu smiled and gave her a light push.
Ye Jianxi didn't want to go in her heart, because after the matriarch said this, she could feel that everyone's gaze was focused on her, and it seemed that the matter of sacrificing incense on behalf of matriarch Mu was of extraordinary significance.
However, Mu Luochen refused to help her, and the matriarch could not refuse, so she could only bravely step forward.
Ye Jianxi raised her foot and walked towards the tablet of the Mu Clan's ancestor step by step.
Seeing that she was about to walk in front of him, Ye Jianxi suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. The incense in her hand slipped from her hand and fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.
The silent ancestral hall was in an uproar because of this change.
Ye Jianxi lay on the ground, and her wrist was in severe pain. However, she did not care about the pain. Instead, she raised her head to look to her left. Just now, she felt that someone tripped over her before she fell.
The moment her gaze passed through the noisy crowd and landed on Mu Wanru's face, Ye Jianxi's heart trembled.
Mu Wanru looked at her expressionlessly, as if she was very happy to see her fall.
Wanru's position was very likely to stumble over her without being noticed by others.
But how could she …
Mu Wanru did not expect that she would look over and have a flash of divinity for a moment. Then, she quickly walked over to Ye Jianxi and helped her up while saying with concern, \"Sister Jianxi, why did you accidentally fall over? Did you feel any pain?\"
Ye Jianxi looked at Mu Wanru, who was full of concern, and blinked her eyes. The expression on Wanru's face just now was like an illusion of her alone.
Just as she was in a daze, a figure pushed away the crowd and quickly walked over to her. He took her into his embrace and asked anxiously, \"Where did you fall?\"