When Ye Lingyue arrived at the reception hall, she found that the not-so-large hall was already bustling with quite a few people.
Among them were her eldest maternal uncle, Ye Huangyun, her eldest cousin Ye Sheng, and the whole family of Ye Huangxuan, each of them looking apprehensive and cautious.
In Daxia, a governor is a third-grade official, and the steward of the governor's mansion is the person the governor trusts the most, while the Ye Family is merely an ordinary local power in a small town, insignificant in front of the governor's mansion.
Ye Lingyue's fourth uncle and eldest uncle respectively stood at the lower seats, while at the head of the hall sat a refined scholar in his forties, dressed in a plain scholar's robe and cap, which seemed to take on a different character when worn by him.
Ye Lingyue faintly sensed the fluctuations of Primordial Power emanating from him; upon a glance, it was impossible to discern what level of cultivation he possessed.
