The night Shen Zhiyao tore up his will, the family tree was burned down, and the firelight reflected his face that had been frozen for ten years. Jiang Xiuyun stood outside the door, holding in his hand half of the jade pendant that his father had given him before he died. He did not cry or shout, but said, "You are not burning your ancestors, but your life." In the past twenty years, the Shen family has suppressed people with filial piety and bound their souls with patriarchal traditions. Shen Zhiyao endured to the extreme, but Jiang Xiuyun had long been the straw that broke the camel's back. When the inheritance and blood relationship collapsed at the same time, they realized that the real home was never the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall, but someone who dared to burn it for you.
