Footsteps echoed from the corridor outside.
Arriving at the entrance of the ancestral hall, the butler's expression immediately turned exceedingly reverent, daring not to make any rash movements.
"Butler, knock on the door," commanded Lady Yu, her voice tinged with a chilling firmness as her fingers deftly twirled her Buddha Beads, producing a clicking sound.
The butler nodded, rapped on the door, and respectfully called out:
"Master, the lady requests an audience."
After his words fell, no response came from inside. Through the door, faint groans of pain could be heard.
The butler looked to Lady Yu for instruction.
Lady Yu's face grew stern, and she stepped forward to knock twice on the door before she pushed it open and entered.
In the presence of the ancestral hall, not even the butler would dare to commit any impropriety, much less the rest of the servants who didn't dare to barge in.
