Two o'clock in the morning, Ye's house in Zhongzhou.
In a dim bedroom of less than twenty square meters, two figures sat cross-legged.
One is Ye Zhenxing, who has just rushed back to Ye's house in a suit and ties, and the other is a thin and shrewd old man wearing a thin long gown.
Wooden table, futon, oil lamp, tea.
It’s hard to imagine that the Ye family’s mansion, the richest family in Zhongzhou, would have such a shabby place.
"Dad, is there any problem with Master Ci'en?" After a while, Ye Zhenxing, who was holding a tea bowl, asked in a solemn tone.
The shrewd old man in a long robe held a string of beads engraved with Sakyamuni Buddha in his left hand, rubbing and turning them, and held a lamp stick in his right hand to gently flick the wick in the oil lamp.
The light in the room became brighter, and he replied in a dry voice: "If it weren't for the protection of Master Ci'en, the luck of the Ye family would have been attacked by that white-eyed wolf today."
"Ha, after all, he is a descendant of the Ye family. He does things neatly and without regard for the consequences."
"This is in line with my temper."
The old man put down his lamp stick, took a sip of tea, smacked his tongue and said, "Disciple of Kunlun Headmaster, the number one Heavenly Spirit Master in Zhongzhou, what a great name, what a ruthless means."
"It's a pity that he forgot his ancestors and betrayed the Ye family. Otherwise, he is really worth training. He will definitely be much better than Qianshan."
The old man sighed to himself: "You and I had no choice but to do what happened back then. We can't just watch the Ye family lose, right? We can't let the foundation left by our ancestors be destroyed in our hands, right?"
"Shu Meng is the benefactor of the Ye family and my benefactor. Even if she dies, she is still a good daughter-in-law of the Ye family."
"On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, and on every new year and festival, I personally offer incense to her to apologize. I hope she can forgive us and forgive the Ye family's helplessness."
Ye Zhenxing lowered his head, unable to see clearly his expression at the moment.
The old man's eyes were soft and he said: "You are already in your fifties, so don't worry about Shu Meng's death. Qianshan is so embarrassing, you and I can't always support the Ye family."
"Sooner or later, this huge family fortune will be passed on to future generations."
"Your second uncle and third uncle have a prosperous lineage, and they are eyeing the Ye family's property. But after all, they are not from our lineage. I am not willing to leave the Ye family to them, let alone worry about it."
The old man advised her earnestly: "That girl from the Fang family is very good, well-educated and intelligent. Although she is more than twenty years younger than you, in this day and age, the age gap is not a fundamental problem."
"Marry her and give birth to a son, and I can close my eyes even if I die."
"Dad." Ye Zhenxing said with tears in his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about? You live a long life, at least to 150 years old."
The old man laughed heartily, and the beads in his hand turned slower and slower: "I know my own body and bones. It will be five years at most, and maybe I won't be able to survive even five years."
"How could it be?" Ye Zhenxing grasped his trouser legs with both hands, as if he had been struck by lightning.
The old man sighed: "The fate of the Ye family is connected with mine. If I die, the Ye family will decline. Over the years, in order to solve this dilemma, I have tried every means to plan a lot of things."
"I can die, but the Ye family must not be defeated."
"Fortunately, after more than ten years of hard work, I finally have a chance to solve this dilemma."
"Zhenxing, after my death, the Ye family will be handed over to you."
"The Drunkard of Qianshan doesn't care about wine. On the surface he obeys you and me, but deep down he cannot hide his murderous intention."
"He hates you and me, and the Ye family."
"No one can leave the Ye family's property to him, otherwise there will be endless troubles."
The old man paused for a moment, put down the spinning Buddha beads and said, "She doesn't want to come back from Lingxi River. As long as the well water does not interfere with the river water, let her go."
"After all, she is the blood of the Ye family, your biological daughter, and my biological granddaughter."
"Killing blood relatives is ultimately a source of laughter and heart-wrenching."
Ye Zhenxing shook his head and said: "That girl has a terrible stubborn temper. She won't give up."
The old man picked up the oil pot under the wooden table and added some sesame oil to the oil lamp. He smiled and said, "When it comes to that, you can decide for yourself what is more important."
"If she respects the Ye family a foot, the Ye family can pay her back a foot."
"She doesn't care about kindness, so don't blame the Ye family for being ruthless."
"Are there not many people who have died at the hands of the Ye family over the years?"
Ye Zhenxing's right hand hanging down from his legs trembled slightly, but he did not refute.
The old man seemed to see everything in his eyes and forced Ye Zhenxing to make a statement: "A woman's kindness will not achieve great things in the end. If the daughter is gone, she can be reborn. If the family fortune is gone, it is really gone."
"I know." Ye Zhenxing raised his head and looked directly into the old man's eyes: "Dad, don't worry, unless I die, the Ye family will never fall, just like it is in your hands."
"That's right." The old man, who had received Ye Zhenxing's assurance, refilled his cup of tea with satisfaction, and said easily: "You can win over Duan Zuoquan more. This disciple of Xuanmen's headmaster is quite capable. Even if he is not as good as Xuanmen now,
The older generation of masters in the sect will definitely be successful in the future."
"The Ye family will always do more good than harm by making good friends with him and spending a little money."
"Just like this time, Lingxi secretly attacked the luck lanterns of the Ye family ancestral hall. Master Ci'en protected them with Buddha's light and kept each of the thirty-six luck lanterns from going out."
"The credit belongs to Master Cien, but Duan Zuoquan is not without hard work."
"This little guy sealed the ancestral hall with Xuanmen Bagua and waited for the opportunity to make Lingxi steal the chicken but lose the rice."
"Otherwise, Master Ci'en alone may not be able to stop Lingxi."
"Your daughter is so talented that she became the youngest Heavenly Spirit Master in Great Xia at the age of nineteen. It's no joke."
When the old man said this, he couldn't help but show regret again and said: "What a pity. It's a pity that the Ye family is not of the same mind."
Ye Zhenxing wondered: "I don't mind spending some money on Duan Zuoquan, but this guy has a big appetite, and money can't handle it."
"What about?" the old man asked playfully.
Ye Zhenxing confessed: "I'm so lustful. Within a month of coming to Ye's house, I already had my mind set on my second uncle's family."
