Part 4
Did he expect him to produce the old master’s will?
The old master had been dead for years.
Zong Father: “Ichi, I know you can’t face the fact that the Fifth Brother has had an accident and passed away. You are sad, but isn’t it hard for me, his Second Brother? But the Zong family cannot be without a master for a day. I am making the optimal choice. Moreover, the Fifth Brother also agreed to Zong Ling being the future heir of the Zong family.”
After he finished this sentence, Ning Yunyi frowned.
Did Marshal Zong really want Zong Ling to be this heir? If so, it might be difficult to handle.
Just then, Ichi suddenly laughed. “Is that so? As the Marshal’s executive subordinate, how come I don’t know about this?”
Zong Father relaxed. Even if the Fifth Brother hadn’t agreed, he was a dead man now; how could he refute it?
Zong Father sighed. “Ichi, could it be you were also bought by someone to deliberately cause trouble at the Zong family at this juncture?”
Ichi didn’t speak, but his expression was exceptionally intriguing.
Just as Zong Father was about to have the butler drive the person away, a low, cold voice sounded slowly in the silent, empty hall, as if separated by a layer: “I also want to ask Second Brother, when did you discuss letting Zong Ling be the next heir with me? And when did I agree?”
A voice unfamiliar to most present but clearly heard before rang out, freezing everyone in place.
Especially Zong Father, Zong Ling, and the others, whose faces changed drastically.
Th-This sounds like Little Uncle? Impossible, didn’t Father say Little Uncle definitely wouldn’t survive?
Zong Father’s lips trembled, his face turning pale. His last shred of hope vanished as Ichi suddenly took out his wristband and projected an image into the air.
Looking at the man appearing in the void before everyone.
Those familiar features and cold, deep eyes, dark green like the deep sea, seemed to see through people’s hearts, causing Zong Father to tremble subconsciously. “F-Fifth Brother?”
Impossible. How could it be? Those people said with certainty that the Fifth Brother couldn’t be alive.
But what was with the living person appearing before his eyes?
Even if only a head was revealed, that familiar voice and aura, the suffocating pressure upon appearance, made Zong Father stiffen, unable to move at all.
The Third Prince snapped back to reality, looking incredulously at the suddenly appearing Zong Hao with a frown. How is this possible?
With Marshal Zong’s spiritual power, once a spiritual rampage occurred, absolutely no healer in the entire interstellar had the ability to suppress it.
Even if they all treated him together, it was impossible.
But Marshal Zong appeared alive just like that. Ichi even deliberately displayed the video call symbol for real-time communication.
This wasn’t a video or a past recording; it was truly a live connection at this moment.
Ning Yunyi was also confused the moment Marshal Zong appeared. He had just guessed randomly earlier; did he really guess right?
Marshal Zong really had a great opportunity and survived.
Zong Hao’s deep eyes, like tempered ice, asked again. Though there was no inflection, it made Zong Father’s legs weak. “Second Brother, tell me… when did I agree?”
Zong Father’s eyes darted around. “I-I I just, just…”
Zong Hao made a cold judgment: “You just never regarded me as the head of the family. Second Brother, I am very disappointed in you.”
His gaze then passed over Zong Father to look at the other Zong family members.
Those he looked at immediately lowered their heads, terrified.
Rejoicing that they were suppressed by Zong the Second and didn’t get the power of the family, otherwise, they would be the ones questioned first.
Zong Ling couldn’t help stumbling back a step, bumping into Mu Jiayi, who had long been frozen there with no reaction.
The two collided and fell, finally breaking the deathly silence.
Zong Hao watched the chaos calmly and issued an order like a statement: “My spiritual rampage hasn’t been fully repaired yet. I need to be away for a while. When the time comes, I will return to the First Star myself. I hope during this period, you will behave yourselves.”
Ichi watched this scene like a play. Seeing the Marshal give the final conclusion, he was about to close it when Marshal Zong suddenly remembered something and looked at Zong Ling again. “From today on, stop Zong Ling’s card. He is not allowed to withdraw any funds from the Zong family account. Until I return, other Zong family members will only have routine expenses; everything else stops. Ichi will temporarily take charge of all Zong family matters. Anyone who questions this will be expelled from the Zong family immediately.”
After finishing this order that shocked the entire Zong family, Zong Hao’s image flickered, and the call ended.
For a moment, no one in the entire hall dared to speak, or even breathe loudly.
Zong Ling fell there, dazed, propping himself up on the ground behind him. The cold touch didn’t clear his head.
Only one thought repeated in his mind: Little Uncle only stopped his card alone. Has he been completely abandoned by Little Uncle?
The Little Uncle he had worshipped since childhood… just looked at him like a stranger.
Zong Ling couldn’t stop trembling at this possibility.
Mu Jiayi beside him wasn’t much better. He thought Marshal Zong was dead. A moment ago, he was rejoicing that he chose Zong Ling.
But the next moment, he was slapped in the face.
Even today’s impatient move made Marshal Zong give up on Zong Ling completely.
In other words, Zong Ling could never become the next head of the Zong family.
He was completely abandoned.
The other Zong family members who quickly figured this out lit up. If Zong Ling was out, did that mean as long as they were obedient and performed well, the next family head would come from their third or fourth branches?
This possibility made the other Zong family members, except for Zong Ling and his father, crowd around Ichi. “Lord Ichi, no, Acting Family Head, when exactly will the Marshal return? We were really scared to death; we really thought something happened to the Marshal.”
Ichi sneered internally at these people steering with the wind but didn’t say anything.
Everything would be settled when the Marshal really returned.
Ichi just lowered his eyes mysteriously. “The Marshal’s affairs are naturally confidential. Are they for you to ask?”
Immediately, the others dared not ask.
The Third Prince’s face darkened. Duke Clay fanned himself with a faint smile. “Oh my, it seems there’s no show to watch regarding the new family head. Originally three against three, thought there would be a fight. Boring, truly boring.”
The Third Prince laughed coldly. “It is boring.”
Marshal Zong didn’t die, so all previous layouts became useless.
Ning Yunyi hadn’t expected the result of coming to the Zong family this time to be better than expected, even solving the problem once and for all.
Listening to Marshal Zong’s meaning just now, Zong Ling shouldn’t think about being this family head anymore.
If Zong Ling was just a young master abandoned by the family head, would Mu Jiayi continue to maintain this marriage?
Sure enough, Mu Jiayi, who had recovered, looked sharply at Zong Ling.
His emotions were too strong, causing Zong Ling to slowly turn his head. Seeing the light in Mu Jiayi’s eyes, he suddenly laughed mockingly. “If you dare to break the engagement, the fish dies and the net breaks.”
Word by word, with a determination to live and die together.
Mu Jiayi was frightened by the madness in his eyes, his expression changing slightly. “Y-You’re overthinking it. I didn’t think that.”
Zong Ling gritted his teeth. “You’d better not.”
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