Hearing the voice in her heart, Ye Lanyin hurriedly came out of the house. When she saw the little guy holding a chicken leg and about to gnaw on it, she exclaimed.

"My goodness, we haven't finished praying yet!"

Looking at her empty hands, Lin Wanwan pondered for a long time.

Cry, but where are your tears?

Ye Lanyin: "..."

"Wanwan, be good. This is an offering. You can't eat it. Be careful of the gods' punishment."

Which deity does Mother worship? Is it very powerful?

Fortunately, the little guy was speaking from the heart.

If you asked her that, she really wouldn't be able to answer.

Which one should we worship?

You should worship whichever spirit is most powerful.

"Come, let me teach you how to worship the gods, like this." Ye Lanyin held Lin Wanwan's little hand and clasped her hands together. "That's right."

The little guy knelt on the ground, his small body like a sponge, chubby and plump, making people want to cherish him.

“My mother once fell off the carriage and was unconscious for a long time. She almost didn’t wake up. Your maternal grandmother said that my mother had been worshipping the gods for a long time and received their protection.”

"Wanwan, I hope you will have a peaceful and prosperous life from now on."

Lin Wanwan didn't quite understand what Ye Lanyin was saying, but she roughly understood that her mother had fallen and almost died, but it was because her mother had prayed to the gods for many years and received divine protection.

She always attended the banquets at the Heavenly Court's sacrificial hall, and there was no need for her to perform the kowtow ceremony.

Usually, it's others who kneel before her.

After lunch, Ye Lanyin took the child and maid and went out.

The carriage drove all the way to the palace.

The Holy Emperor had been waiting impatiently. Although the sacrifices were the same every year, this year was different because Lin Wanwan was present.

I wonder how Xiao Chengyun is doing with his mission.

I'll have to ask her secretly later.