Everyone in the room was speechless as they watched Si Mian on the bed, stubbornly refusing to admit that he was an ancestor of the Si Household.
Still, they were all decent people. (Mainly because this ancestor really had embarrassed himself beyond all measure.)
No one poked through that thin paper window.
"Ahem... since this 'old gentleman' has had a fright and cannot recall his past for the time being, let him rest here on Undying Mountain for now."
Holding back his laughter, Si Che nodded along with Si Mian and obligingly offered the ancestor a way down.
On the bed, Si Mian rolled his eyes, then simply pulled the covers over his head and played dead to the bitter end.
As long as I deny it, I'm not the one who lost face!
Having dealt with this "old farmer with amnesia," Si Che finally turned to the group of clansmen Si Mian had brought.
Once they settled down and took a proper look, the expressions on Si Che's and Third Uncle Granduncle's faces became quite a sight.
Good heavens!
They would never have known without looking, but one look gave them a fright.
Things had been chaotic earlier, and every one of these people had been covered in dirt. Now that they took a calm look, every face seemed familiar!
Wasn't the man standing on the left their Si Household's seventeenth patriarch?!
Wasn't the man huddling in the back the twenty-seventh-generation ancestor whose portrait hung on the right side of the Ancestral Hall?!
And that one, and that one...
Every last one of them was a bloody Ascension-er recorded by name in the Si Household's history!
"Your junior, Si Che, pays his respects to all of you... ancestors!"
Si Che offered a deeply respectful bow.
Faced with Si