C141 The Annual Ceremony Had Caused a Storm in the Capital(2)

Wen Jinniang did not remember much about the process of worshipping the ancestral hall. She just lowered her head and saw many stacked memorial tablets. There were probably hundreds of them.

The Liang family members all held incense in their hands. Smoke curled around them. They choked and smoked, making Wen Jinniang's eyes turn red