Mind reading saves the whole family; I'm firmly in the role of a charlatan.

Chapter 415 The Ancestral Grave is Smoking

Du Anrao glanced at Xi Yanjia with a resentful expression. She finally understood that Xi Yanjia was just like Li Qianxi, a little green tea.

As long as they can achieve their goals, they can turn black into white, and the dead into the living. They can turn their backs on their own words and slap their own faces at will. Their main characteristics are flexibility and a constant stream of lies.

Moreover, compared to Li Qianxi's frailty, she can jump around very well, she's practically a green tea plus version.

No wonder she hit it off with Jiang Yiming; it turns out this guy has a thing for that kind of girl.

Xi Jingyue: "..." It's a good thing Jiang Yiming can't hear what you're thinking, otherwise he would definitely shout that his reputation has been ruined.

But upon closer reflection, Du Anrao's words might not be entirely wrong. It's just that what people are after isn't the tea these two offer, but rather their family backgrounds and the benefits they can bring to themselves.

The elders were unaware of Xi Yanjia's sinister intentions. However, upon hearing her words, they couldn't help but recall the unexpected conflict between Du Anrao and the eldest uncle's family that the younger generation had mentioned when they arrived at the ancestral hall earlier that day.

While the others were still hesitating, the uncle who had argued with the eldest paternal uncle's family for a long time asked with a smile, "Which relative's child is it? Why don't you call them out and let us see? They're just young people, and regardless of whether they have any real skills, I believe no one will be too harsh on them."

Madam Xi and the others' expressions darkened slightly. They thought to themselves, "You're saying nice things now, but if the young girl says something unpleasant later, you'll probably be the first one to jump out and criticize her!"

But now that everyone had said this much, the others also looked over. Although they didn't say anything, it was clear that they agreed with their uncle's words.

Old Madam Xi turned to look at Madam Xi, who then turned to look at her son: "What should we do? An'an... are you confident?"

Xi Jingyue glanced at Du Anrao, who was still somewhat bewildered not far away, and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I believe in her. Even if... even if she says something that angers these people, I'll just carry her and run away. You guys can help clean up the mess. Of course, if you want to run away with me, that's fine too."

Madam Xi: "???" Had she just heard something outrageous? Was this really her mature, composed, and self-controlled son?
Although his son's antics made him question his existence, now was not the time to dwell on it.

Madam Xi rolled her eyes at her unreliable son, but when she turned to look at Du Anrao, her expression had returned to its usual gentleness.

"An'an, come here for a second."

Du Anrao didn't think anything of it. Her primary task today was to look after the Xi family's ancestral graves, so now she was back to the main topic.

Therefore, upon hearing Madam Xi's call, Du Anrao went over immediately.

"Aunt……"

"Good child, don't be nervous, everything will be alright." Madam Xi held Du Anrao's hand reassuringly, worried that the child was nervous. Even though she knew that Du Anrao had been watching for a long time, she still helped to summarize the situation.

“We were just burning incense to pay respects to our ancestors, and everything was fine until the very end when we were about to light the incense. The incense sticks in the hands of several families broke, and they tried to light them several times without success. Could you please take a look and see what's going on?”

Du Anrao nodded and turned to look at the distance.

This sight truly stunned her.

The ancients believed that one's body and hair are given to one's parents, and that one should be buried in the earth for peace and return to one's roots. Therefore, cremation has only become popular in recent decades, and burial was more common in earlier years.

The situation on the Xi family's side was similar. The graves on the higher up the mountain were obviously for ancestors who had passed away much earlier. The grave in front of Xi Jingyue and the others was much simpler, with the main feature being the tombstone in front of them. It must have been for an elder who had passed away in recent decades.

Du Anrao carefully examined the inscription on the tombstone, which read "The late father Yan Moumou" and, slightly to the side below, "The eldest son Xi Moumou".

Du Anrao had never heard of either of these names, so he had to ask Xi Jingyue for help again.

“Mr. Xi, this one is…” “It’s my great-grandfather.”

"Oh……"

Xi Jingyue keenly noticed Du Anrao's unusual behavior and tentatively asked, "An'an, is there a problem with my great-grandfather's grave?"

“Mr. Xi, your family’s ancestral graves… seem to be smoking.”

Xi Jingyue: "???"

As soon as she said this, not only Xi Jingyue, but also the relatives who were watching her every move were stunned.

Xi Yanying was the first to react, exclaiming in an exaggerated tone, "Smoke? What's going on? Where would smoke come from in this desolate wilderness? You're not just trying to fool us, are you?"

Others chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, we've all been watching, where did this smoke come from? Are you trying to scare us?"

Du Hexuan and the others had been quietly staying by Du Anrao's side, not wanting to get involved in the Xi family's troubles. But since the Xi family dared to so blatantly bully their An'an, they couldn't be blamed for their lack of martial ethics.

"Believe it or not, you're the ones who made An'an say it, and you're the ones who don't want to believe it after she said it. You've said everything, good and bad, round and flat. If you're so capable, you should find the reasons yourselves. Why bother with our An'an?"

"Exactly, exactly. You think you're so great? Just because you can't see it doesn't mean An'an can't see it. When you encounter something, reflect on whether you're too incompetent, instead of rushing to question others. That will only make your ignorance more obvious."

These younger members of the Xi family have always considered themselves superior because of their high birth, and they have never been mocked like this before.

He immediately turned pale with anger: "And who do you think you are? I'm talking to her, what right do you have to interrupt? Who gives you the right to talk to us?"

"Oh, are you the Jade Emperor or the Queen Mother of the West? You think you're so great just because you can say a few words? You won't even let anyone interrupt? Let me tell you, I'm her own brother. If you bully her, you're bullying me. If you want to talk to her, you'd better beat me first."

"you……"

While the others were talking, Xi Jingyue calmed down a bit and turned to look at Du Anrao with a complicated expression.

Without asking whether it was true or false, he simply asked in a low voice, "About... what kind of cigarette?"

"The one in your family... is emitting blue smoke."

Xi Jingyue: "???" What is this? A real-life version of ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke?
But he quickly seized on the loophole in Du Anrao's words: "This one from our family? Are there other graves around here that are smoking?"

Du Anrao's eyes brightened slightly, his face showing an expression of amazement that said, "Mr. Xi, you are so smart." "Yes."

Xi Jingyue: "...Roughly which other ones are there?"

"All."

"what?"

“I mean, all the graves here are smoking.”

Xi Jingyue: "?!!"