CHAPTER 1981: CHAPTER 1982: HUMANS HAVE YIN SPIRITS

Today’s events are somewhat unsettling, and with what Ye Zi’an said earlier, if he really can’t light the incense later, it would be a major embarrassment.

"Young Master Li, when passing a grave, even if you don’t perform rites, you should sincerely offer some blessings. Why are you making excuses?" Lele was displeased, sweeping his gaze over, "How special is Young Master Li? Could it be you’re a woman? Can’t my lord even watch you light incense?"

"..." Listening to him speak, Young Master Li immediately glared, this brat, does he really think he’s someone important?

What’s so great about being a prince?

"Ye Er, go and pluck out his eyeballs for my lord. Look at him all glitzy, showing such disrespect to the deceased. Then we can use his eyeballs to pay homage to the Old Lady." Lele looked over, half-smiling, but the words from his lips were so ruthless, "Can my lord be glared at by a mere small official’s son like you?"

"You!!" Young Master Li was infuriated, not expecting such ruthlessness from a child.

"What do you mean ’you’, hurry up." Lele ignored him, "If you’re here for the rites, get on with it, why dawdle?"

Under the gaze of all, Young Master Li couldn’t quite disregard the little brat, especially with other ministers present. Now, Prince Le was favoring that Secondary Princess Consort, who was also the little brat’s aunt, so he really couldn’t do much.

He had no choice but to approach, though inwardly he was fuming with resentment; he was here today to see what Ye Zi’an and the Luo Family were up to, definitely not sincerely here to pay respects, otherwise he wouldn’t have worn such attire.

Moreover, he didn’t want to pay respects to this dead old woman, who in life spoke nicely about caring for the Li Family but truly used the Li Family as pawns.

Young Master Li hated Ye Zi’an and his father, yet Old Master Luo was exceedingly grateful to Lele at this moment.

A person is dead, yet you come all flashy; it’s clearly provocation and disrespect. Since he stepped in, Old Master Luo has been filled with hatred.

By the time Young Master Li approached, someone had already handed over the prepared incense; fearing embarrassment, he followed Ye Zi’an’s example before lighting the incense, saying, "Old Lady, these days I’ve been busy with Prince Le and couldn’t make it to send you off; I apologize."

After saying this, feeling it was enough, he stuck the incense into the burner, noticed the incense wasn’t extinguished, and just as he was about to express some satisfaction, the incense went out once he let go.

Immediately, his face turned grim, and his eyes swept around the funeral hall.

"Again!"

The servant had no choice but to bring another incense again; it happened three times, and each time the incense went out.

No matter how much he tried to argue, the incense simply would not stay lit.

If Ye Zi’an’s earlier incident had alarmed everyone, Young Master Li’s was even more frightening.

The maidservants serving the Old Lady rushed up, crying, "Old Lady, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have secretly taken your hairpin."

"Old Lady, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have saved on your lamp oil money."

"..."

One after another, the place was filled with cries.

Young Master Li, furious and pale, abandoned lighting incense and turned to leave.

Ye Zi’an and Lele exchanged glances, secretly chuckling as they followed him out.

At the gate, Young Master Li hadn’t left, seemingly waiting for Ye Zi’an, "I never expected Lord Ye to be so broad-minded, coming to pay respects to this old hag."

"Young Master Li, respect for the dead is paramount!"

"Ha ha" Clearly, Young Master Li didn’t take this seriously, "I really don’t know what’s so worth coming to the Luo Family for."