A master of metaphysics is farming.

Everyone gathered at the Xiang family ancestral hall. All the family members went inside, while those from other families and women stayed outside.

Xiang He could only stand outside and watch; the preference for sons over daughters was obvious.

Madam Su looked worried and held Xiang He's hand tightly, not daring to let go. "Your father had long planned for things to come to this, but..."

Feeling the strength in her hand, Xiang He gripped it tightly back, "Mother, don't worry. Today, our father is strong, and the third brother's family is strong! From now on, we will surely prosper and no longer be bullied."

With hope rekindled in her heart, Madam Su nodded vigorously, "Your father... told me last night that if things continue like this, he would not regret severing this relationship."

Xiang He knew they felt this way every night; with the two families falling out like this, it would be better to never speak to each other again.

"Mother, don't worry, our 'Xiang family' will be fine."

By severing this relationship, they would no longer be the third son's family of the fourth son, but true family members, and their status would be re-established.

but……

Once the relationship is severed, according to their custom, the surname can only be continued with the right to use the surname after the ancestor's permission.

The ancestral hall was quiet, and He Sui'an stood beside Xiang He, looking inside.

Xiang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Since we're severing ties, we still need to appeal to our ancestors and ask if we can retain our original surname. Uncle, just throw the water chestnuts on the ground."

With trembling hands, Xiang Dayong looked at the offering table where incense was burning. There were two water chestnuts on the table. He reached out and took them, prayed in his heart for a moment, and then threw them down.

Everyone's attention was focused on the water chestnuts until one appeared on each side, and Xiang He breathed a sigh of relief.

Su didn't understand, so she quickly asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"One yin and one yang, the desired thing is feasible, indicating approval and agreement."

Hearing what she said, Mrs. Su looked delighted, even somewhat excited.

Xiang Dayong inside also breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since he had this idea, he had been thinking of ways to solve it. He was afraid that he would miss this rare opportunity tonight.

Xiang Lao Si snorted coldly, "Continue."

Xiang Fusheng dared not delay, "This, this three claps in the hall, must be decided by my uncle."

The honest and taciturn Xiang Dayong glanced at Xiang He, who nodded to him. He then looked at Su Shi, whose eyes were filled with tears. His gaze gradually hardened, and he turned to meet Xiang Laosi's eyes.

Raise your right hand, "Xiang Dayong and A... Xiang Laosi are no longer from the same family; kinship and affection are severed today; from now on, we will have no connection in life or death, and will never see each other again."

His words were clear and firm, and the usually indifferent Lao Si paused for a moment before quickly raising his hand to slap him.

The sound of three slaps could be clearly heard inside the ancestral hall, and it still echoed on the roof beams.

Xiang Fusheng walked straight to He Suian, took the pen and ink from his hand, and said, "Thank you, sir."

"It's just convenient."

There was no writing brush or ink prepared in the ancestral hall. Xiang He knew that He Sui'an had some in his carriage, so he prepared them early to resolve the matter as soon as possible, lest things get complicated.

Candles were lit in the ancestral hall. By the candlelight, Xiang Fusheng wrote a letter of severance. He wrote two copies, blew them dry, and had the two men put their fingerprints on them. Xiang Dayong had learned to read from Su Shi and wrote his name.

The village chief and the second grandfather each looked at one of the two sheets, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, the village chief signed his name.

He placed the two sheets of paper aside. "I'll go to the village head's house tomorrow to discuss this letter of severance. As for the county magistrate..."

He gazed at the New Year's greetings by the door and asked, "Young master, do you have a moment to come by?"

"It's no problem at all. I'll give the village chief a ride tomorrow."

Everyone knew perfectly well that although He Suian hadn't said anything tonight, he was there to support Xiang Dayong's family.

They have become one family, and their friendship with Mr. Chengzhong alone makes them a formidable force that few can rival.

Xiang He looked back at the night sky and said, "It's getting late. Let's not disturb Grandpa and Grandpa anymore. Let's go home early. I haven't eaten yet."

With Xiang He's words, no one wanted to stay any longer; they had seen enough of the excitement tonight.

They dispersed and went home. Xiang Dayong came out from inside and walked home with his family, while Xiang Laosi and Xiang Fusheng walked behind.

He gazes at the night sky with a carefree air, enjoying the New Year.

When they reached Xiang Lao Si's house, Li hugged her knees and cried out. Upon seeing Xiang He, she immediately pointed at her and shouted, "You wretched girl, pay for the medicine!"

Xiang He raised an eyebrow at Xiang Lao Si, "Fourth Grandfather, Fourth Grandmother has caused my whole family to suffer physically and mentally, and Sixth Aunt has really stabbed me in the heart. Look at this collar, it's covered in blood! How are we going to settle this score?"

"You piece of trash, get out of here!"

"My dear husband! This leg injury is going to cost a lot of money!"

Xiang He sneered and gestured towards the stinky Taoist priest, "Isn't your five taels of silver with him? Just snatch it back."

After saying this, she led her whole family home, with shouts and curses coming from behind them.

Upon arriving home, Fourth Aunt didn't linger and went back home with Xiang Huiying. Su hurriedly went to the kitchen to prepare food.

Xiang Dayong lit a candle in the main room. He had been very reluctant to do so before, but since his girl was injured, he hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets and cupboards in the main room.

"Father, don't bother looking anymore. These are all internal injuries; the medicine for external injuries is useless."

"But you..."

Xiang He went over and helped him up to sit down. "Father, don't worry, I'll be fine after a rest. After we eat something, my husband and I will go up to the top of the mountain. You should get some rest."

"No, don't we have some herbal decoction? I'll find some and cook it."

Xiang He quickly grabbed him, "Really, there's no need." She glanced at the door and saw Xiang Yang running towards his room. "Father, go check on Xiao Yang. I'm just a little tired right now."

"This……"

"Go ahead, it's really okay."

Xiang Dayong walked out, turning back every few steps, while Xiang He let out a heavy sigh, "I'm really tired..."

He Sui'an sat opposite her, noticing the dark circles under her eyes, and asked, "Would you like some medicinal cuisine to help you recover?"

"Yes, I'll have it. I picked some deer antler grass the other day, and I'll cook a pot of it to drink tomorrow."

"A pot?"

"I've been bleeding a lot lately..."

Xiang He lay on the table, unwilling to move, until Madam Su brought out two bowls of meat porridge. "Are you very tired? Hurry up and finish this porridge and go to sleep."

"After I finish drinking, I'll go up to the top of the mountain. Mother, please go and check on Xiao Yang. He seems to have something on his mind."

Su wanted to stay longer, but Xiang He seemed to have no need for her company, so she sighed and left the main room.

Xing Ji, quite consciously, sat in the courtyard with his bowl of porridge in the kitchen, slurping it down.

The only sound in the main room was the two people drinking porridge. The couple didn't come out even after they finished, and Xiang He didn't want to wait; she had things to do.

The three of them climbed to the top of the mountain and looked out over Xiangjia Village in the dead of night. The lights were still burning in Xiang Lao Si's house.

Xiang He reached out her hand, and Xing Ji returned her cloth bag.

She took out a palm mirror from inside, and with a flick of her finger, Zhong appeared beside her. At this moment, the two of them finally saw the appearance of the spirit.

Xiang Zhong nodded to the two of them. Xing Ji's expression was a little stiff, but He Sui'an seemed to be used to it and returned a smile.

"A mirage, a reflection in the water, come out."

Two streaks of white mist appeared, transforming into two beautiful women, who immediately turned their faces away from Zhong.

"After the darkness falls, go into my dream and say some things that harm the bloodline and deserve a terrible death. Don't scare them to death. I don't want Father to be called a jinx again."

"Yes."

The illusory reflection floated obediently behind, and Xiang Zhong no longer tried to persuade them as before. He had seen too much of this lately, and that family should be punished.

Xiang He sat down on the ground, and He Sui'an followed suit. "Shall we enjoy the breeze here tonight?"

"How could that be? I can't exactly chant sutras in my room, can I?"

He Sui'an understood that she had come to the mountaintop to recover her health.

She slowly closed her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Once I receive the letter of severance, I'll be able to do what I want..."