"If this gets out, do you think Yang Rusong's title as a Scholar can be preserved?" Yang Ruxin pointed at Yang Rusong. "Do you think he still has the qualifications to continue with the imperial examination? Feng Caie, don't mistake my resign for cowardice. I've given you enough face, don't push your luck..."
"No... Impossible... This..."
"So would you like me to have Godfather issue a warrant for her arrest?"
"No..." Feng Caie swallowed her saliva.
"Xinxin, your second aunt has been bewitched," Yang Baichuan said as he walked over and took Feng Caie away briskly. "We need to hurry and set up the tomb so we can get back and hang the couplets..."
Yang Rusong had heard as well. He glanced at Xun Hui and then toward Yang Ruxin, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end couldn't utter a single word, and followed along as if his soul had left his body.