Having finished speaking, he then turned to the two guards outside: "Before the auspicious day arrives, the young lady shall pray in the ancestral hall. You must guard the entrance well and not allow outsiders to disturb her!"
"Yes, Great Elder!"
The two guards outside shouted in response.
From the most honored lady of the Zhen Clan to a prisoner forced to pray, there was only the separation of a Naxing Letter.
Thinking back to her father Zhen Ding's pained yet relieved expression as he left with the two elders, Zhen Ping'er felt somewhat sad.
In truth, she had never thought of escaping from the very beginning; the grand trend that the wise men of the Zhen Clan could see was naturally also visible to her.
She had planned to use the upcoming days to hand over the clan's business and power completely, resigned to her fate, but she had not expected the urgency of the two elders, who did not hesitate to tear off all pretense.
