Proving Innocence by Death

"Old Seven, what's the matter?" Old Grand Madame's face was gloomy. Ye Tian Kuang helped her getting up off the floor.

After all, she's getting on in years. Both her legs went numb when she knelt for about the time it took an incense stick to burn.

At this moment she had Ye Tian Kuang bore the weight of her body.

When she recalled that she had unexpectedly knelt before a younger generation for a long stretch of time and seen by many commoners, Old Grand Madame's face became even gloomier.

"I'd like to ask you what's going on." Ye Qing Luo's eyes scanned them while feigning ignorance. "Why did Father and Old Grand Madame knelt at the door?"

All of a sudden, she nodded as if suddenly understood something and scratched her head with an embarrassed expression. "Father and Old Grand Madame especially came and greeted me to celebrate my admission to the Heavenly Academy, right?"