"I didn't know it at first, but then I suddenly thought about it. There is only one person in the Northern Territory who can be related to the Jingtian Group, whose surname is Song, and who also participated in the Han family's battle."
Ling Yao looks very smart.
The most important thing is that Song Yiming's status is big enough, so she also needs to weigh the pros and cons.
"who are you?"
Song Yiming asked calmly.
"What do you think?"
Ling Yao asked back.
"Looking at your behavior, you should have received very professional training... You may be a member of an organization..."
Song Yiming actually suspected that Ling Yao might be someone from the shadows, lurking in the Zhenghuang lineage.
Of course, it is not ruled out that she is a person from other seven veins.
After all, in an era like this, intelligence work is the most important. Most big forces have their own intelligence departments.
"As expected of Song War God, his analysis is absolutely correct."
"However, I am not a member of any organization."
"My mother can be considered a descendant of the royal family, but she is not a true yellow flag."
Ling Yao also admitted it very frankly.
"I see. Could it be that you are from Zhengbaiqi?"
Song Yiming continued to ask tentatively.
"I can't talk about this anymore."
"But if you tell me the purpose of your return to Tianlong City this time, maybe we can exchange secrets."
Ling Yao put forward a condition.
"I just came back to visit my relatives and had no other purpose."
Song Yiming shook his head.
"Impossible. The Yellow Flag is about to announce a successor, and you come back at this juncture. No one believes it is a coincidence."
"What's more, all the intelligence believes that Mr. Hulan is going to officially hand over the Zhenghuang Banner to you. You will soon be on your way to success."
Ling Yao started to question directly.
"Reaching success? Do I need it?"
"But if you don't believe it, I can't help it. Besides, I have no interest in a successor."
Song Yiming responded straightforwardly.
"How is it possible? What a noble status the successor of the eight royal families has. From ancient times to the present, how many royal children have killed each other and fought for power in order to become the successor."
"Although you are just a foreign relative, it is not impossible."
"With your status, it is possible to unite the eight meridians into one."
"It's just that you are right. You are a foreign relative, so there is no pure blood relationship."
"What our Eight Meridians value most is bloodline. The bloodline inherited from Loulan is also the bloodline of the Han clan."
Ling Yao felt that Song Yiming could not be so noble.
"The other branches of your clan are so eager for Zhenghuang Qi's successor. It seems that they are also afraid of Zhenghuang Qi..."
Song Yiming also saw that these branches of the royal family must be worried that Zhenghuang Banner would choose a very threatening successor.
"Of course, a good successor is the key to determining the future of Banner..."
"The most important thing is that Zhenghuangqi has always been the strongest. It was because of your mother's amazing intelligence that they made Zhenghuangqi the strongest independent force."
Ling Yao guides you with integrity.
"I see. No wonder my grandfather donated a college to my mother. It turns out he wanted to silence everyone."
"So do you know about the Little Heavenly King in the Eight Meridians?"
Song Yiming suddenly thought of something and asked.
Even when his uncle mentioned the Little Heavenly King, he remained silent. That character was definitely unusual.
"Little Heavenly King?"
"I have heard about this person. Unfortunately, the Eight Meridians have been blocking him. There are too many things about him that cannot be sorted out."
"But this person is extremely smart. He is very similar to your mother. He has a similar personality and is independent of the world."
"But he is extremely conceited. He is as good as your father Bai Di, but his ambition is different from your father. He has no aspirations or ambitions."
"It is said that he inherited the invisible bloodline of the Han clan. If he had been willing at that time, it would still be possible to combine the eight bloodlines into one. After all, only your mother and him have appeared in this generation."
Ling Yao said thoughtfully.
"Aren't you all happy to see the eight meridians become one? Why don't you want this person to appear?"
Song Yiming thought for a while, because he had already thought of the possibility.
"How did the little king die?"
Song Yiming asked directly.
"No one knows this, but the answer is obvious."
"You are so smart, don't you know this?"
Ling Yao smiled.
With this smile, Song Yiming became more certain that the death of Little Heavenly King might have something to do with his grandfather.
After all, under the reforms of his mother, Zhenghuangqi was the biggest and strongest at that time, and the only threat was this person.
If the eight meridians of this Little Heavenly King were to be united into one, then their Zhenghuang lineage would have no chance.
"I can tell you unequivocally that I will not be the successor."
"So, let me tell you that people of that lineage don't need to regard me as an enemy, let alone have any intentions, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
Song Yiming warned.
"Even Mr. Song, I won't believe it easily."
"And, do you think you can walk out of here easily tonight?"
Ling Yao suddenly sneered.
"If you think you can stop me, then you might as well try..."
"Those people you arranged outside can't even hide their breath well, and they will only die if they come in."
"Let them go back! My strength is far beyond what you juniors can face."
Song Yiming reminded without changing his expression.
From the moment he walked into the box, he noticed that the boxes around him had an unfriendly atmosphere.
Ling Yao couldn't help but be startled when she saw Song Yiming's fearless look.
This guy is so confident!
Is this the style of the Chinese God of War?
"Nothing, I'm leaving."
Song Yiming left a sentence, stood up directly, passed by Ling Yao, and glanced at Ling Yao at the same time.
At that moment, Ling Yao suddenly felt a strong pressure coming from Song Yiming's body, which made it difficult for her to breathe, her legs became weak, and she trembled inexplicably.
"This guy is kind of scary!"
"That feeling of coercion comes from thousands of troops!"
After Song Yiming walked out of the box, Ling Yao immediately held on to the chair and gasped for air.
"Where's my cousin?"
Not long after Song Yiming left, Hulan Xinyue returned to the box and saw that Song Yiming was no longer there.
"Oh, he said he had to leave beforehand."
Ling Yao responded as if nothing happened.
"This guy left without saying a word, forget it, leave him alone, let's eat..."
Hulan Xinyue said angrily.
"Xinyue, will your cousin come back this time to be his successor?"
Ling Yao asked tentatively again.
Because the Zhenghuang people should also know about Song Yiming's return.
"Are you kidding? It's impossible. No one's turn will be his."
Hulan Xinyue also knows the rules of Zhenghuang Banner.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for foreign relatives to take over Zhenghuang Banner.
"Yeah?"
After hearing this, Ling Yao couldn't help but murmur in her heart, are they really worrying in vain?
This chapter has been completed!